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JON: What do you say, huh? You want it?

Let's go.

No, no, no, no, no.

Yo, yo, listen man, this is...

this isn't the type of merchandise that you know,

You know how much this is worth?

It ain't worth it, a hundred is it, man.

One hundred dollars. That's it.

Yo, I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what.

I'll go someplace else, fuck it, all right?

-Hey, hey, hey, come on, man-- -All right, all right.

Thank you. Good man. Have a beer.

-Thanks, man. -I love you, Tommy. Good man.

Rip off, you know?

Better be gettin' half of that.

Half?

You're gettin' thirty-five percent, dude.

-Thirty-five bucks. - What, thirty-five?

That's it.

You oughta be happy with that, man.

I'm trainin' you, I'm- I'm learnin' you.

-You know what? -What?

I missed out on my court date today, you know?

-That was today? -That was today.

How come you didn't show up?

I didn't feel like it.

What they charge you with?

You know, that thing up at, uh, Caldor's.

-That shoplifting thing? -That's right.

You jumped bail for a stupid shoplifting thing?

Yeah.

-That's real smart- -Fuck 'em.

-Johnny. -Oh yeah, fuck 'em.

I mean, what am I gonna do, walk in there? Let 'em fuckin' lock me up?

I told ya, I ain't walkin in the fuckin' courtroom

so that they could lock me up.

Johnny, they wouldn't have locked you up for somethin' like that.

-Yeah? -No.

Tell ya, I ain't taking no chances, all right?

Aw, please.

Hey! Hey. What's the matter with you?

-Hey, baby. -Hi.

-Hey, Denise. How you doin'? - Good, how are you.

-Denisey. -Hi.

Hey, we got any food?

Oh, shit, could you make me a sandwich? You, help him. Go.

CELIA: Oh, tell what you did today, Johnny.

-What I - what, tell her what I did? -DENISE: What'd you do?

-What. -CELIA: Tell her.

What do you wanna know?

I don't know, she says you did something, what'd you do today?

He was supposed to go to court today.

The reason you didn't go to court today, you were

I did not want to go and that is the reason.

You did not want to go and that is the reason.

-Mug shot, they take. -Right, the mug shot,

No, they're nice, they're good pictures. They're very good pictures.

You know, the one that was um--

I know what she's talkin' about.

-The thing, the thing that- -What thing?

-The thing that blew up? -What spaceship?

you know, they're just gonna forget about him.

Oh, yeah, that shit happens all the time.

Jon Sousa, oh yeah, that kid deserves a break.

Leave him alone, forget about him.

We changed all the rules for him.

A fuckin' pessimist over here.

I swear to God, I thought you were supposed to be on my side?

I'm not no pessimist, I'm lookin at it from a realistic,

Realistic. You heard that?

She's being realistic.

Yeah. Baby, I just think this is gonna fuck things up for you later.

And you'll be like, "Oh gee, maybe I didn't do

And this is your family right here.

Ahh, see? Be fuckin' supportive.

CELIA: Right, you think I'm not?

No, you're givin' me a bunch of shit right now.

I'm serious, I mean - what do you think this is?

No. shut up. Jesus. Fuckin' shut up.

CELIA: I mean, why don't' you get a fuckin' clue, genius.

Johnny, that was real sweet.

You like it, right?

Yeah, it was really nice.

I give all my money to my wife.

That was stupid --

-Fuck you

Get out of the fuckin road, asshole!

Yeah, what's up, dick?

Frankie, what the fuck, man.

-What's happening here? -How you doing?

Well, well, man, where you been?

I've been out of town for a while.

Yeah? Out of town for a while, huh?

Yeah. Worried?

I heard you was down south or something.

I was man, Miami Beach.

You are - are you stealin' cars again?

I borrowed this. Jimmy.

Oh, he borrowed it, he borrowed this, I love it.

Frankie, I think this is an absolutely beautiful car,

it's you a got a problem with. -Oh, shit.

I'll tell you what, Frank, you get out and we're gonna get in.

Just come on, man, get in the fuckin' car.

No, I don't think so. No.

Ah, Johnny, you know somethin'? I don't know about this.

-Come on, Jimmy. -I'm in the car.

Take it easy. All right.

Hey, what's the deal, man? You want to sell these?

Yeah, somethin like that, Jimmy.

Somethin like that, huh.

You don't think I know that?

Where you get these, in Florida?

Yeah, I get as many as I want, no questions asked.

You drive up here in a couple of stolen vehicles?

-Four hundred dollars. -Less.

Hundred for some of these.

A hundred dollars?

Up here you sell them for four, five hundred dollars.

Shit. Easy too, I'll bet.

Instead of goin' around sellin' guns door-to-door, Frankie...

Boom! But I like it, you know, it's a good fuckin' system.

You know what he got busted for, right?

Playin' with guns, man.

What am I gonna do, man, I don't want these things.

What are you gonna do, maybe, except shoot yourself in the foot.

Come on.

Shoot you in the head, if you get on that shit.

Yo. I'll sell 'em all, too.

Yo, man, you want a radio?

-Door open? -Yup.

Let's go.

Come on, man.

Fuckin' right I am, now check out this radio.

Ten bucks for this thing.

Ah, ten bucks, that's - that's a lot of cash.

Tommy, what the fuck, man, this is a good fuckin' radio...

you can turn around and make some big fuckin' money on this one.

It's got left and right volumes.

Things got a tape in here, even.

Look, I give you the tape for free, all right?

How about this?

Oh I don't know, I don't know. Want to buy it?

How much you want, man?

How much you wanna pay?

Shit, I'll give you fifty dollars -

Fifty dollars, man, you got another thing coming, D'Artagnan.

Fifty fuckin' dollars.

How much you think it's worth?

Oh, is that all?

He's a greasy motherfucker, Tommy, though.

He is.

There's no doubt about it.

I don't trust the guy -

No Bones, how you feeling, baby?

-Sal. -All right, what's doin'?

Nothing.

I need a word with your boy here, you mind?

No problem, all right.

Meet you on the corner, all right?

Around the corner, babe. Thank you, No Bones.

Thanks, Johnny.

I'm a mover, I'm a shaker.

I know, you like the shimmy- shammy.

You run around a lot, eh?

A lot, man, I'm telling you.

Yeah? Running where, where you running?

-You got nothin' for me now? -I got nothin' for you now, man.

Nothin' for me now, huh.

-As a matter of fact I do. -Let me see ya.

I tap dance.

That's very fuckin' good.

if that's what you're talking about, filling dumpsters.

That's not good enough for you.

Good enough for you? I don't see you workin' down there.

You should take that job.

Take the job.

Why not?

-I'll see you later, all right? -All right, my friend.

Meet down at Bobbys?

Yeah, I'll be there around four o'clock. All right.

-Gonna be down there? -Yeah.

What's up, man?

Ah, he wants his money. Fuck him.

Is that Pete?

Oh, shit. Holy shit!

Look who's in the front seat, man.

Holy shit.

Leave me alone.

Don't even move.

-Hey, man. -What?

Give me the piece.

Hey, I hope you're comfortable, you know?

I'm always comfortable.

Keep it down, all right.

You're try in' to move into my neighborhood, huh?

Yeah.

So how many you got?

I got different ones.

Can I see 'em?

Of course.

They yours?

-No. -Whose?

Just a friend, Pete, okay?

-I'm gonna hold onto this, okay? -No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no man, they're not mine to give.

Come on, give it back.

Sorry, you know?

You sellin them or not?

Yeah, I'm selling them.

I'm sellin' them to you, hopefully.

-I don't think so. -I hope so.

I want one of these sweaters.

I want a, um,

Look at these.

-We're not gonna buy you anything. -Come on.

-We're gonna steal you something. -Come on.

Need a hat?

Let's go.

Leave it. Leave it. Leave it, come on.

Who says you're an expert on this anyway, huh?

Jimmy, how you think I maintain my natural lustre?

Latest 'fuckin' endeavor, man.

Smart guy over here he knows what he's talkin' about.

Oh yeah. Oh he does.

-Hey, God bless you. -Listen, who's gonna buy me a beer.

I don't know, who's gonna buy him a beer.

Somebody gonna buy him a beer?

-Don't look too good, does it? -No, it doesn't.

What do you want to do, you want to go in?

-Do you? -Yeah, sure.

So, there's your answer.

Is that what you wanna do?

Yeah, but do we have to go in there? You know...

drinkin' beers and stuff.

All right, so we won't go in.

No, it's all right.

Come on, what the fuck?

Well, you know, it's not like we've been spending all

I mean, what the fuck do you want to take like

Talk about love and life or some such shit?

Oh, brother.

Hello, my boyfriend's mean to me...

Hello. Hello.

guy - call goes in... the guy comes out,

here comes fuckin' Zeke bombarding onto the scene...

Unbelievable. He don't see one fucking thin dime.

ALL: Ireland.

I'm good, I'd be a lot better if you bought me a whiskey.

Hey baby, all the way around, man.

Hey, tell Johnny. Jon, come on.

Bobby, I'm sorry.

Now. I want to talk to you, now, in the kitchen.

Now! Now.

I can't take this shit no more, all right?

I'm a lover, don't do this to me, I'm old.

Nah nan, nan, I blame your slippery ass, man.

I'll take the fuckin' blame.

Oh, the fall guy. My man.

I just took a big time dive for you in there.

-Took a dive. -Yeah.

Come on, man.

Yo, man, give me that shit back

Bob's a mean dude.

Get the fuck out.

That's right, so's this guy, man, flyin' in from

in a heartbeat, man.

From where? I didn't see him.

Let me tell you, he was there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-What's happening? -Hey, Sal, how you doin'

-Florida, right? -Yeah.

-Good suntan, eh? -How you doin'?

-All right man, you look good. -Yeah, you too.

Who is that?

Tryin' to remember... you know this guy.

-Don't hurt yourself. -Shut up.

He don't know what the fuck he's talkin' about.

Thumbs broken for shit like that.

Okay, Frankie.

Hey, Denise.

Where's Jimmy?

Uh, he's here.

He's takin' a shower or somethin'.

You spendin' the night here?

Yeah. I was hopin' to.

Big bash you guys had, right?

Not that big, nah.

I mean, not for no period of time or nothin', if that's what you mean.

'Cause they were gonna throw you up in Rikers.

Yeah, that's right, Denise.

Yeah, I got plans.

Concerning what?

You know, any plans.

I don't know, seems like you do.

Right. Things happen sometimes, you know?

You should try it some time.

I mean, you got a lotta - lotta nice stuff around here.

This stuff is you.

You're sittin' on it.

You're watchin' it.

You're drinkin' it.

Good night, Denise.

-What's up with you? -Nothing.

How was work?

It was work.

-Work was good. -Yeah?

Work was good again, it's always good.

Good. Did you meet our houseguest?

Yeah, so will our TV .

It's not funny.

You got your wallet in here, right?

Shh.

-Shh what? -Quiet. He's gonna hear.

I don't care if he hears me.

He's startin' fights in my bar, what is this?

Oh, I see, it's your bar now?

It's my bar, yeah.

It's my fuckin' bar when I work there.

So you don't like my friends?

No, you have great friends.

Just don't bring it to the bar with you.

I don't need this.

-So. -So.

Frankie's watching the TV.

Yeah.

And there's no food in the refrigerator.

So what are you sayin'?

There's nothin' to read.

Come here.

No, Frankie'a gonna hear.

-No. -Yeah.

-You're not gonna make any noise, right? -Oh yeah?

I want it right here.

No, no, no, here.

Yo, you got an opener, man?

Come on.

Hey Sal, stand up, I want to take your picture, everybody.

Get in the picture.

What's up with this?

Not with him.

Okay, come on, everybody look over here.

Say fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuu! Yeah! Beautiful...

It's a hot dog.

It's over now, you want some mustard?

Get the fuck back.

Fucking Christ, man.

Why don't you just take her home?

It's all right, tell me what happened, I don't understand.

I don't care, he's fuckin' crazy.

Fuck him, he can do what he wants to fuckin' do.

He's gonna fuckin' hit you, you understand?

Well fuck him, man, he thinks he can fuckin' hurt me?

Don't fucking hit a woman, Johnny.

You guys don't understand.

No, we do understand.

How about if we slapped you around like that, huh?

You gotta stop that shit.

My hand wasn't even closed, all right?

Oh, shut the fuck up.

You know, you shouldn't hit your fuckin' woman, that's for sure.

All right, enough of that, all right?

Just leave him alone.

-Nope. -No?

The world ain't white no more, my friend.

I am.

He's white.

And proud.

And I'll tell you something, Frankie.

Could be Puerto Rican.

-Hey Ray -What say, Frankie, how are you?

Good, how you doin'.

Hey, what you get?

One second, one second,' one second.

In the meantime, don't fuckin' expect me to front you, all right?

Fuck you, Ray.

Goddamn, Jimmy, you're bringing me to the fuckin' Alamo here.

Felice Navidad.

Christ Almighty.

I don't know, man, what came over me, Frankie.

I don't know what I was thinking, you know?

All right, don't take it so fuckin' personal,

but you - fucking contacts like this fuck -

Enough. Enough. Enough!

Because you'll put a bullet in your fuckin' brain, that's why.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on, Jimmy, I'm just giving him a thrill.

Frank the bank, come on. Come on, let' s get out of here.

He's a believer, Jimmy.

Hello, boom!

Very very good idea, actually.

-Love you. -Yeah.

Can I ask you something?

What are all these doin' over here?

Maybe - I don't know, how many are there?

How many are there, is that what you just said?

Uh-huh.

Jimmy, I don't know how many there are.

I - I guess they're just here, I guess, I -

They're here, why?

They grow.

I guess they belong to Frank, I don't know.

Oh, you guess they belong to Frank or they belong to Frank?

whoever, I don't know.

-What, are you selling these to people? -No.

Jimmy.

That's not what he's doing, right?

-Shut the fuck up, Johnny. -Hey.

He's not selling these things, right?

Denise, guns don't kill people, all right? People kill people.

-You, Jon, are not very funny, okay? - Yes I am.

-Have you been home yet? -No.

Well, don't you think maybe you should go home and talk to her?

Why, you think so?

-Well? -Yeah, what.

-Aren't you gonna go home, you think? - Nan,

No, see Jon, you're not.

One more time, what are you trying to say?

Out!

That's what we're trying to say. Get the fuck out!

JON:

CELIA: Yeah, I'll see you in a few minutes.

Okay. Yeah, I'm gonna be fine.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Because you always think you can fuckin' hit a person

and that it's all right, like nothin fuckin happens.

Wait a minute, you're not gonna tell me,

what do you mean, you're not gonna tell me. what -

-CELIA: It's fuckin' over. -What?

Yeah, that's exactly what I did, Johnny, I made this decision.

-JON: Go ahead, what the fuck? -I'm fuckin' goin'.

Good.

Here, you want your stuff?

Good. I'll tell you what, Ceil.

You didn't have to wait for me.

You could have just left a note, you know?

What did you think she'd do man, you stupid? Huh?

I guess I am.

I think you are, man.

What do you know about it?

Hey, I know it was enough to make her bail out, man.

Hey Johnny...

Why don't you just go and say you know,

I'm sorry or some shit, you know, because ...

If you love her, man, why are you smackin' her

Do you know how to write?

Yo, I don't know where she went.

JIMMY: Yeah, I'll take a beer.

Bobby, get Jimmy a beer, all right?

Hey, hey, Sal, first of all, all right...

This thing between you and Frankie,

I mean I got nothin' to do with it, man, it's none of my business,

And whatever he's into, he's into on his own.

Nada.

Hey Pete.

It's Jimmy, man.

sitting in the lean with the gangster lean...

FRANKIE: Fake faded motherfuckin' four wheel drive,

JON: Who's that, Jimmy with him?

FRANKIE: Yeah.

FRANKIE: Look at fuckin' Jimmy, making his fuckin' hair right.

He was a trip growin' up though, man.

He's a Bazooka chewin' non-comic readin' fagot.

Good to see ya.

JON: What's up man. JIMMY: Hey guys, doing some drinking, huh?

FRANKIE: How you doin' Jimmy?

JON: How you doin'? What did you do, buy a gun?

PETE: Maybe I will buy a gun, yeah.

JON: Really, what the fuck are you going to do with it,

put it in the glove compartment?

JIMMY: No man, my stomach don't feel good.

PETE: I don't know, yeah, I'm gonna put it in my glove compartment.

Chief, not getting along too good with your girl?

JIMMY: No the thing is that maybe he'll take them home.

JON: What?

PETE: Just that I saw you smack her around pretty good today.

FRANKIE: Really? All right, man, give me a couple seconds,

we'll be right over.

JON: Well you know, sometimes you gotta -

PETE: Show 'em who's boss, right? JON: That's right, exactly.

PETE: Dominate.

-FRANKIE: Hey, Jo - Johnny - -Hey, what's going on here?

I don't think I'm the asshole.

-Jimmy, what's with this fuckin' guy? -What's going on?

Hey, hey, hey relax, what's going on?

All right. come on, buddy, let's go.

No, I don't need that.

Come on, I need you with me, I need you with me.

PETE: All right, you gonna get in the car?

I'm not gonna get in the car with that fuckin' dick.

JIMMY: Hey I PETE: Who's a dick?

Fuckin a - you're the dick, you fuckin' punk.

JIMMY: Come on. come on.

PETE: Non-pussy-getting fuckin' ugly no- the shit outta you.

-JON: What? -Hey, come on, stop this shit now, just stop it.

JON: Go ahead, you got your fuckin' business to do.

JIMMY: Come on. What's goin' on here?

FRANKIE: We can still take care of business, brother.

JIMMY: All right, let's go, come on, we're all gonna leave.

JON: Buy your guns, go ahead, come on.

Hey, stop with the guns in the park, all right?

Why are you hanging around with the guy in the first place, huh?

JON: Listen, spread your legs this time and let me get the jelly.

-Why don't you put him to sleep? -It's okay, it's all right.

What's the matter Pete?

Aw, what does that mean, the deal's over,

awww, you fucking fag.

Shut up, all right? They're drunk, man, I'm sorry.

-All right? -All right. This isn't us.

-He'll talk later, all right? -All right.

Sorry, all right? You and I will do it later.

FRANKIE: Tell you something. You're out of your fuckin toes, dude.

Mucker Fergus ... did you hear this fuckin guy?

Excuse me, all right?

-FRANKIE: Mucker Ferguson... -Shut up.

What?

What the fuck are you so excited about?

What the fuck are you doing?

And you, why don't you fuckin' grow up already, all right?

JON: Hey!

JIMMY: I don't know why the fuck I hang around with you.

Sell 'em to - sell 'em to the old ladies, man. All right?

FRANKIE: Six for five, six for five type thing?

Yeah, do whatever you're gonna do, because I'm out of it now.

FRANKIE: Six for five type thing, Jimmy? Come -

I can't.

You're so bad.

I want to go dancin', yeah.

Jimmy, my baby,

mmmm, I miss you.

PETE: We gotta do one more shot, one more shot.

No, no.

PETE: He'll get you one, we'll get you one. I'm buying.

CELIA: Come on, I'm drinking with these boys, they're my friends.

No, you drink it, okay?

You know I've been thinkin' about you, you're looking so fine.

Oh yeah.

CELIA: Come - Hey wait, I left my cigarettes and my boys.

I'll buy you a whole new pack of cigarettes, okay.

CELIA: Pete, I'll see you later.

JIMMY: We gonna go dancing here?

CELIA: Yeah? Yeah, dancin' with Pete, come on.

CELIA: You're lookin' so good.

Oh, I missed you, I've been thinking about you.

That's great. Come on, let's get out of here.

Hey, Jimmy, what's up?

Is this it?

We're here.

CELIA: This is it?

This is it. Is this it?

Yeah?

Okay.

Good night.

Oh shit.

BOY 1: We got lucky here. How you doin'?

JON: Hey, hey, hey, hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?

What are you, fuckin' stupid?

Relax, I'll relax you, you motherfucker!

JON: Shit. Motherfuckers,

JIMMY: What the fuck are you doing, huh? FRANKIE: Jimmy, man.

JIMMY: What the fuck are you doing?

He pulls a gun at fuckin' people,

that's the stupidest fuckin' thing you've ever done.

FRANKIE: Hey look, man, relax. Jimmy, relax.

JIMMY: Get the fuck outta my face. Get the fuck outta my face.

you don't even know what the fuck is goin' on, Jimmy.

-It's fuckin' over by what, you're my bitch? -MAN: That's right.

He's out of his fuckin' head, man.

POLICE RADIO VOICE: Previous assignment, 123-0.

736.

COP 2: Not that shit.

John Sousa.

COP 2: Mr. Sousa?

Hello?

COP 2: John Sousa?

DEMISE: Hey, what's up, Johnny?

All right. So what happened?

JON: Man, they come to my fuckin house.

I'm wonderin' like,

maybe they got my name from that thing last night.

Oh, really.

Yeah, well maybe you oughta thought of that before

you yanked it out, huh?

Shit. Shit, man.

JIMMY: Hey, asshole, I told you this shit would happen.

Yeah, you're a smart guy. You know, you're really smart.

But it's a little too late for that now, you fuck.

Johnny, what - what are you gonna do now?

What am I gonna do?

Jimmy, what am I gonna do, huh?

JON: Relax, relax...

...that's what everybody's tellin' me, fuckin' relax,

You come bargin' in here,

we're supposed to drop everything for you?

Fuckin' relax.

Celia. Celia, listen, I need to talk to you, all right?

All right, Johnny, we'll talk later.

CELIA: Come back in the house, okay?

No, no, no, I need to talk to you right now.

Johnny, she wants to talk to you later, all right.

-Let's be cool, okay? - Please, Celia, come on.

Johnny, please, we talked already, okay?

Look, get out of the way, all right. Please get out of the way?

No, I don't want to get out of the way.

Don't make me push you, get out of the way.

Come on, Celia, let me talk to you.

Johnny! Johnny, watch that fuckin' hand.

I'm talkin' to you, watch your fuckin' hands.

Johnny, come on. Whoa, relax, okay?

Enough. Come on -

JIMMY: Come on, come, on. Come on, man.

DENISE: Johnny! Johnny, relax, man.

Stop it! Stop it! Enough.

COP 1: Break it up! Police officers.

Hand behind your back.

JIMMI: Right...

Sousa. s-o-u-s-A...

CELIA: Tell him - tell him where they picked him up.

They're not gonna know. They have so many cases.

Right! - look, I ...

I need to know if his bail's been set, okay?

Twelve hundred dollars.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

JIMMI: What was he charged with?

Uh. Okay, thank you.

I haven't got that.

-What's up man? -SAL: How you doin

JIMMI: Did you hear about Johnny?

Yeah, yeah. bad.

Yeah.

JIMMI: Come on, the guys a friend of mine, Sal.

You think I don't see him beatin' up his girlfriend in public

in front of everybody, eh?

You know, people are expectin' me, expectin' me to beat his ass.

JIMMI: I know.

Point is, all right, is that you know he's a friend of mine,

I gotta help him out.

Don't spend money you ain't got, all right?

-See ya later. -Okay? Give me a kiss.

One 357,

Two, 38's and a Raven, okay?

-Tommy, I need the shit right now.

-Now is, you know what I mean? -All right, you know what?

You don't want it, I'll take it some other fuckin place,

CELIA: He could just go and get him out?

-I can't believe it. -JIMMI: Oh, let's go.

CELIA: We just - we'll go there now, he's there.

JIMMI: Da-da-da-da, da-da.

Jimmy, do you got enough gas in this thing?

JIMMI: We'll just go there and give him the money and do it.

JIMMI: Bored.

JIMMI: CELIA: Johnny!

What's up, yo!

JIMMI: You motherfucker, you! How you doing, huh?

CELIA: Are you okay? DENISE: Look at you.

Look at you.

You look pretty good for a guy that's been

hanging out in a free cell, all right?

CELIA: I missed you. JON: Oh, yeah.

Denise!

CELIA: Hey, Denise.

JIMMI: Baby, baby, baby, baby, what a girl.

I'll give you a long neck. Here, take a fuckin' beer.

We're very happy you're here. Drink your beer.

CELIA: But we know how traumatized you are after your experience.

-JIMMI: Yeah. Are you still anal retentive? -I missed you so -

Anal retentive.

CELIA: He's anal acceptive.

DENISE: Anal expressive. JIMMI: He likes it.

JIMMI: You have somethin'?

DENISE: Johnny, lighten up, man.

JIMMI: Oh, do you have something to tell Celie about?

I love you. I love you, I'm happy you're back.

DENISE: Why - why aren't you laughin' Johnny?

CELIA: I'm moved, look at me, I'm moved to tears .

-She is, look at her face. -JON: So what?

She fuckin missed you so much, you should have seen her.

She's been in jail.

I didn't even know who she was, I'm like oh my God.

JIMMI: Yeah, she and Pete, she and Pete were real upset, I'll tell ya.

I gotta get the fuck outta here.

CELIA: I love you for your money, baby.

DENISE: No, Jon, don't leave yet. Don't -

I gotta go home. Come on, come on, relax.

Don't leave yet.

DENISE: Sit around, I got a whole fuckin' case of beer inside.

JIMMI: Shit, do you have to say fuck words?

I didn't - I'm just doin' like you do.

You got some other adjectives, maybe, huh?

I just do like you do. I do whatever you do.

Give me a break. Fuck this and fuck that, you know?

Come on, you're my wife, you're classy, you're wonderful, I love you.

I go where he goes. I do what he does.

CELIA: The Bobbsey twins over here.

-DENISE: I dyed his hair, did you know that? -You guys never shut up.

You gonna give me a ride home, I need to go home.

I could tell them, right?

-CELIA: Ooh, you're a fairy. -I gotta go home.

-JIMMI: Ooh. You gotta go home? -Yeah.

-JIMMI: Hey... Where? Where's your home. -My home.

CELIA: His home is where his house is,

Frank?

I'll work it out with him, man, he'll get his money.

Shit's gonna hit the fan, dude.

Uh-huh. How you gonna do that?

Enlighten me here. Please. Like a real estate thing, you know.

-It was already open. -It was?

Yeah.

There, now it is.

Oh, right. Thank you.

What the fuck.

Hey, Charlie.

Okay, everything's all right.

DENISE: Holy shit.

I can't believe that little baby, she's too little for a kid.

DENISE: She can't fuckin' have a kid, she's like eleven years old.

FRANKIE: Excuse me, Denise, is the door open?

-Is my door open? -Yeah. Is it open?

My door open? You're pushing my door open, Frankie.

-Why do you want to know? -I want to get something outta there.

Well then tell me that, I'll let you into my house.

Okay. Excuse me, Denise, I want to get somethin' outta there.

Can I get in the house?

CELIA: Denise, can we get somethin' to eat?

No, we gotta order something out, I don't have

No, she's fifteen, the other one's fifteen years old.

All right, because the other one's like nine or ten.

I seen her coming down the street, I thought it was her.

-Yeah. -I thought it was the same one.

CELIA: Yeah. You know, uh -

FRANKIE: There's stuff missing out of my bag here.

Terry looks good, right?

There's stuff missing outta my bag.

Even if you did, even if you did like strawberry.

I ca - the bottom of this is still like -

From three years ago, it was still like crispy.

Yeah but she no - she could do it for you, it would work.

-Wh - where's Jimmy? -Jimmy went out.

Yeah, where'd he go?

Where did he go? I don't know, I have no idea, Frankie.

CELIA: Right about there.

-Oh, you don't know where he is. -I don't know

Your guns. You leave your guns in people's houses?

You could give a shit, huh. Yeah?

You know I got 'em but you don't know anything about it, huh?

I know they were here, yeah, I don't know where they are now.

-Yeah, who took 'em? -Who took 'em, I have no idea, Frankie.

-You got no idea. -I have no idea, how would I know.

CELIA: Frankie.

How would you know, this is your house, right?

You don't know nothin about what comes and goes

outta your own fuckin' house, Denise?

Frankie, you comin' in here to find these things, right?

Listen, don't - don't use foul language in her house.

Look no one's talkin' to you, all right, Celia? So mind your business.

And nobody's talking to you, Frankie.

Listen, I'm sorry, don't raise your voice. This is my friend's house.

Frankie, why don't you wait outside?

-Listen, Frankie, no. -No, I'm waitin' right here. All right?

-No, no, no. Don't be threatenin' people. -Where the fuck is Jimmy?

Don't go screaming at me. You want -

Hey, listen. What do you want?

You want a slap like your little fuckin' boyfriend gives

-Frankie, that's outta line. Don't go - -You're fuckin'

I can't trust nothin' in this fuckin' house?

I don't know nothin' about -

Because this shit is important to me.

Hey, listen to me you stupid fuckin' bitch.

Get the fuck outta here, Frankiel Get outta here I

So Tommy,

Jimmy gave you that price you was lookin' for after all, huh?

Motherfucker! This is fuckin' business too!

What's the matter man? I'll tell you what's up.

Things are getting hot as hell around here,

that's what the fuck is up.

What are you, all right man?

-You see Jimmy Lankin? -MAN: Jimmy, I don't know.

-You didn't see him all day? -MAN: You want him?

I don't like your mom, okay?

No, you did, I told her you liked her meat loaf.

What?

She made fuckin' forty pounds of meat loaf for you, Jimmy.

Why did your mother marry your father?

So don't... say nothin' mean, she totally loves you.

Why did your father marry your mother?

-JIMMI: Hey! -What's so funny?

No, I think it's best I do it.

Okay, lemme handle it, all right?

-Let you handle it. -I'm a little bit more diplomatic.

-You're more diplomatic. -Yeah.

-What does that mean? -Just what I said.

No, I'm gonna take care of this, all right.

You -

No, you're gonna go in the next room and gonna chill out for

I'm gonna do what?

-Go watch television, read a book-- -Fine. Fine. Fine.

-Hey, what's up? -MAN: Hey!

MAN: Hey, Johnny, how you doin' man?

-How are you doin'? -Good, how you doin'?

FRANKIE: I heard they locked your ass in the can, brother.

Nah, they tried to. Fuck 'em.

-seen Jimmy? -Nah. I ain't seen Jimmy.

You know, he was supposed to come and pick me up, the fucking guy.

-You ain't seen him, huh. -Nah, I ain't seen him

-Oh man. -Oh shit.

What are you, a fuckin asshole?

Yeah.

All right. All right. All right. All right, all right, shit.

I don't want anymore of this bullshit. You guys are gonna get me

in all kinds of trouble. I don't know what the hell's

all of the time you gotta fight, what's with you?

When are you gonna grow up?

-Bobby I -Do you realize

what's gonna happen to me if anything goes down here with the cops?

You have any idea? I lose my license.

What do you have to do this to me for?

What happened, man? oh.

One more time, you're out of here. All right, Bobby, let me see

-if he's okay, all right? -Okay, you see if he's okay,

but I'm telling you. The last time now.

-Johnny let's go, come on. -No. what the fuck, we runnin'?

Hey shithead, let's just get the fuck out of here, all right?

Fuck you.

-You know something? -What.

-You need to watch your step. -Oh yeah?

Listen, I'll take care of myself, okay?

I don't need anybody tellin' me how to run my fuckin' life.

Hey, man, you know, don't fuckin' talk to me like that, okay?

You know, who's the guy that got me involved

with him in the first place?

-Huh? -What the fuck are you talking here?

Yeah, yeah, it was you, man. It was you.

You were all over the fuckin' guy, said fuckin' do this,

-do that, fuck you! -Hey, shut the fuck up.

What?

I mean like...

How come you're always telling everyone what to do?

-Yeah, who do I tell what to do? -Everybody.

-Everybody? -Yeah, everybody.

No, I tell you what to do.

Yeah, it's like .. .

Who are you, you're the guy who like tells, control,

-fuckin' fixes everybody? -I fix you.

-Good, motherfucker. -How about that, all right,

'cause I'm tired of fuckin' cleaning up after you.

Good, you think I give a shit anyway?

-Did he fuckin' sneak you? -No. No.

That's right, he didn't sneak you,

he didn't fuckin' cold cock you, and I'm gonna fuckin' -

-Beat the shit out of him, man. -Fuckin' do nothing.

-Listen, let the situation relax. -Let me tell you

Everything's fuckin'relaxed.

Jimmy. Jimmy, hold it, Jimmy. Jimmy, hold it, come here,

-I want to talk to you, Jon. -Jimmy, I just want to go see this guy.

-I just wanna go see him. -Come on.

Jon, just come here a second.

Not a joking thing, okay?

All right, all right, all right, I'm gonna go later.

I don't know, where you gonna go?

-Hey Johnny, come here, will ya? -Johnny!

DENISE: Oh, my God, somebody get help!

CELIA: Oh, my God, he's breathing!

MAN: They shot him, man.

JIMMY: You want to get back for a minute, all right?

Can everybody give him some room, please, okay?

Just a little room, get up.

Just go home, okay?

-Shit! Oh, fuck, man.

Hey, Sal! Sal!

Fuck!

Fuck! Go home!

I'm gonna tell you one last fucking time! Go the fuck home!

Go home!

Get the fuck out of here!

What? What? What? Go home!

Shit!