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(crowd chatter) (yelling)

(boisterous music)

(clapping)

(bells ring)

(cheering)

(children giggling)

(bells ring)

(clapping)

(cheering)

- [Voiceover] It was a very special time.

That year, that month, that moment

would change our lives forever.

(car horn honks)

- Joe Pepperton, strike ins.

Month of June, 1969.

- Six.

- Homers?

- [Man In Blue] Month of June? - [Boy] Month of June.

- [Man In Blue] 1969? - [Boy] 1969.

- [Gray Haired Man] 11. - [Bartender] 11?

Who the hell do you think he is, Ron Swoboda?

(men chuckle)

- Santo.

(soft radio chatter)

- Five.

- The man's the best.

How about-- - [Bartender] How about

you go downstairs and get some ice, and stop breakin' balls.

- Nah, the kid's okay.

Leave him alone, Chick.

Here you go.

- Thanks, Santo.

- Now do as your grandfather says, all right?

(vocalizes thought)

Look at that.

Gin.

(man speaks in Italian)

- You should be ashamed of yourself,

takin' advantage of a man my age.

- Well, you know, it's not my fault you suck at cards.

- You do, Philly, you suck at cards.

- I don't suck at cards, you little prick.

I'm just distracted.

- You're distracted?

- Yeah, it's 100 degrees in this joint.

I'm dyin' here.

- Well, here you go, go buy yourself a beer, Dracula.

(chuckling)

- Yeah, I got your Dracula right here.

I should bite your nose off. (Santo laughs)

Just because you get promoted,

don't think I can't give you a smack.

You too, (mutters).

(groaning)

Now count the points.

- All right.

All right, it's...

It's one ace.

(mutters)

Two aces, that's two.

That's two kings, that's 10.

- All right, look here, it's 34 points plus 25 for gin.

That's a total of 59 points, yep?

- I know.

- [Philly] For Christ's sake, Nicky, let Santo do it.

- I got it.

All right, so we add that to the first game.

That's...

- 134 points for the 1st game.

The 2nd game's schide.

That's 112 plus 100, 64 and 1/3.

- Right.

Oh Count, you got troubles.

At a nickel a point, you're into him for...

- [Santo] It's $21.05. - [Nick] Exactly.

- [Man In Suit] Santo, The Hand wants to see you.

- [Voiceover] No runs, no hits.

No Red Sox (mutters) and nobody left on base.

The score again (muffled by background noise)

The Yankees, nothing, and the Red Socks coming to bat.

(speaking muffled by background noise)

Well, the big season for summer driving

(Santo vocalizes curiosity)

- What do you mean The Hand wants to see me?

- He wants to see you about your bank.

- About my bank?

- About your bank.

- How does he know I work for a bank?

- (chuckles) What are you talkin' about?

Who don't know you work for a bank?

- Oh, you told him I for a bank.

- What are you sayin'?

This is good for us.

- No, no, no, no, no this is not good for us.

It's not good, Benny.

This is not good.

I don't even want him to know my name.

I don't want him to know anything about me.

I wanna walk down the street, I wanna see him,

I wanna nod, I wanna keep walkin'.

That's it, I don't wanna know him.

- Well, I don't know now, he wants to see you.

- Oh, you are fucking unbelievable.

- I thought I was doin' a good thing.

Anyway, we gotta go.

We gotta go.

(Santo sighs)

(uneasy music)

(car horn honks)

- Here you go, Manny.

Here's the ginger from Fat Sal.

The fat fuck came up 250 short.

(soft music with Italian vocals)

- Wait for me back there.

Santo, how nice of you to come.

Please, sit.

- Mr. Mistera.

- Manny.

- Manny.

- This is Carmine.

- I'll be outside if you need me.

- So,

Your father-in-law tells me you're a big shot at the bank.

- No, I'm no big shot.

I'm really a nobody.

- (groans) Come on.

Vice Persident, don't be modest.

- You know, Manny, it's a big bank.

There's a lot of vice presidents in such a big bank.

- You underrate yourself, don't underrate yourself.

(affirmative vocalization)

- You see this piece of shit here?

He's into me for 60 grand.

He gives me cashier's checks.

Where am I goin' with cashier's checks?

Yeah, they can be traced.

Someone can ask about them.

Then...

We're gonna have trouble.

And that wouldn't be good for anybody.

So,

what do you say?

- About what?

- Can you get 'em cashed?

- Manny, I'm sorry, I can't, I can't cash your checks.

- Santo, the checks are good.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Yeah, I could take a few and I could check 'em out.

See if there's a trace, you know.

But you gotta understand somethin', Manny.

You know, they could be good one day,

that doesn't mean that they're gonna be good the next week.

- Don't worry about it.

Here, take 'em all.

- Please, I don't want to take $60,000

of your cashier's checks.

- Hey, I know your father-in-law

(laughs)

over 100 years, and he swears up and down for you.

So don't worry about it.

You know, Benny tells me

you're some kind of a mathematician.

You're like a walking fucking calculator.

(soft chuckling)

- [Santo] Is that right? (affirmative grumbling)

- That's a gift.

It's a real gift.

When were you born?

- (laughs) When was I born?

- Yeah.

- May 1st, 1938.

- Taurus.

What time? - [Santo] What time what?

- [Manny] What time were you born?

- What time was I born?

I don't know.

Yeah, but I can find out.

- You do that.

You come back, you tell me.

- Yeah, sure.

- Good.

How long is this gonna take you?

- A few days.

- Good.

Come back Wednesday at 9:00.

- Yeah, okay.

- Boy, lookin' at you is somethin'.

It's like lookin' at your father.

- My father?

- Yeah.

- Carlo was the best.

(speaks in Italian) May he rest in peace.

- Hey.

(metallic jangling)

Thank you, Santo.

I owe you.

- Hey, yo, where you goin'?

This is good for us.

- Are you outta your mind?

Don't you give a shit about your grandkids, huh?

Or your daughter, my wife?

You know what happens if I fuck this up?

- No, this is good.

- I told you I didn't want him to know anything about me.

Now he wants to know my birthday.

- So what, he (mutters), who gives a fuck?

- Who gives a fuck?

Benny, no, I don't need this shit, all right.

I heard the last guy that got in trouble The Hand

has no hands.

Or a fuckin' head for that matter.

- Complete exaggerations.

- Please, Benny, huh?

I get pinched, I'm gonna lose my job.

Then they're gonna wanna know where I got the checks from.

Then what do I say, then what to I say?

Manny The Hand gave them to me to see if they're hot

because Basta Cuputto is the dumbest fuckin' bookie

in Brooklyn.

- You worry too much, this is a good thing.

Hey.

Where you goin'?

- To figure this out.

- Don't tell your uncle.

(reverent chanting)

(distant shouting)

- [Voiceover] Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- I haven't got all your money yet, here we go.

- [Voiceover] Come on.

(shouting)

- [Voiceover] There's one, there's one.

- [Voiceover] Come on, come on, give him another one.

(shouting) (laughter)

Yeah, I'm on fire.

I told ya, you say a prayer, that's what happens.

(laughs)

That's what it is. (laughs)

- [Voiceover] Your day today.

- When you've filled the hat, I take it away.

What?

What?

Oh, Father, I'm sorry.

Is there a service goin' on or somethin'?

- Oh, in the church?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Maybe a funeral though, huh?

(laughter)

How are you?

What are you playin', morra?

Can I play?

Let me play.

- No, no, no, Father,

you don't wanna play. - [Voiceover] Let him play.

Let him play.

You got money?

- Yeah, come on, my money's no good?

I got money, look at this.

Come on, me and you, come on, you're lucky.

It's one game.

- [Man] One game. - [Father] One game.

Go ahead.

(tense music)

- All right, come on.

(shouting)

(laughter) (clapping)

- [Voiceover] Lucky days, come on.

Here goes his lucky day.

(shouting)

(clapping) (laughter)

(shouting)

(clapping) (laughter)

- [Voiceover] Come on, I got you.

(shouting)

(laughter)

- No way, no way.

- [Voiceover] He's got God on his side.

There's your lucky day.

- [Voiceover] You can't bet against a priest.

(chuckling)

(speaks in Italian)

- You son of a bitch.

(reverent chanting)

(carnival music)

(bells ring)

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Who is it?

- It's me, uncle Matty.

- Santo.

(smooches) How are ya?

Why are you not home with Ann and the children?

Is everything okay?

- Ann's at home with the kids.

She's fine, the kids are fine, but,

Well, there's a problem, we need to talk.

(speaking in Italian)

It's The Hand.

(troubled guitar music)

(whispering)

- [Voiceover] Santo, I need to speak to you about something.

(whispering)

Your breakfast is gettin' cold.

- [Santo] Okay.

- [Voiceover] Listen, I wanna talk to you

before you go to work.

- Yeah, okay, I'll be out in a minute, all right.

(whispering)

- Are you gonna come out?

Come outta there already.

- [Santo] All right.

(loud thud)

(toilet flushing)

- [Woman] Jesus.

- Jesus what?

- You feel okay?

- Do I feel okay?

- Was it the pasta fagioli?

- No.

- So, listen.

The baby's comin'.

- And?

- And I need a bigger house.

- Come on, we've talked about this.

Sweetheart, we can't afford it right now.

You know that.

I just got promoted.

The interest rates are terrible.

- Look, I can't have three kids runnin' around this place.

I'm gonna lose my freakin' mind.

It's tough enough with two.

- I understand, but what do you want me to do, huh?

Rob my bank?

- Look, my cousin Angie, she moved up to Babylon, okay.

They have beautiful houses, they have nice yards,

five bedrooms and cheap.

- You know what my commute would be from Suffolk county?

- It's not that far.

- It's the boonies.

(sighing)

Besides, you'd have to leave your mother.

- No, she'd stay with us during the week.

- Oh, okay, great.

Let's invite Benny, we can make it a party.

- Lay off him, Santo, he's good to us and he loves the kids.

- I know.

Look, I gotta go, all right.

I love you.

- You gotta go?

- Yeah, come here, I love you, I gotta go.

- No, no, no, see, the girls are at my mother's.

- Ann, you're pregnant.

- So?

- So, I could hurt the baby.

- Easy, big guy.

- Seriously, I gotta go, give me a kiss.

(smooches)

- Santo, the baby wants a calzone.

- All right, I'll pick some up.

- And a cannoli.

- Okay.

(uneasy music)

(soft lively music)

- Good morning, Mr. Bastucci.

- Oh, Mr. Bastucci.

(door clicks shut)

(dial tone)

(buttons click)

(phone rings)

- [Voiceover] National Merchants Bank, Mastic.

- Anthony Mangone, please.

- [Voiceover] One moment, please.

- Anthony Mangone.

- Zucci.

- [Voiceover] Hey, Santo, how are you?

- Eh, you know, can't complain, can't complain.

How's my bank manager?

- [Voiceover] He misses Brooklyn.

- Yeah, listen, Zuc, the bank sends you

where they send you, okay.

Bide your time and I'll try to get you back here.

- [Voiceover] Yeah, yeah.

I appreciate you gettin' me the job, you know that.

Hey, how's the Giglio Feast?

How's your uncle doing?

- You know, he's good. (knocking)

- [Voiceover] Tell him I said hi, will ya?

- I will do.

Hey, hold on a second, Zuc.

Come in.

- Good morning, Mr. Bastucci.

- Thank you, Clair.

(door clicks shut)

Listen, Zucci, I need a favor. (sighs)

I have some cashier's checks that I need to run a trace on

to see if they're clean.

You think you could do that for me?

- [Voiceover] Sure.

All right, good.

Think you can get it done by this Wednesday?

- [Voiceover] Yeah, yeah, what's invoice number

I should put this under?

- No, no, no, this is under the radar, capiche?

- [Voiceover] (chuckles) Okay, (speaks in Italian).

What's the cashier's numbers?

- Okay, you got a pen?

- [Voiceover] Hold on.

Okay, go ahead.

- All right, first check.

One, zero, zero, five, four, five, six, nine, zero.

Total amount: $812.96.

Second check.

One, zero, zero, five, three, four, eight, five, six.

For a total of $500.65.

Third check.

Zero, nine, six, five, five, two...

(lively carnival music)

(door clicks open)

- Hey.

(groans)

Nice.

You got the checks?

- Yeah.

- [Benny] Are they good?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

I spoke to Manny.

He told me you are to say the checks are no good.

- What?

- The checks are no good.

- Why would I say that?

- I guess because Manny wants to make another 60 large.

- But if I say the checks are bad,

Basta's dead, cooked, Jesus Christ, Benny.

- He's not gonna whack him.

He's just gonna scare the shit out of him.

For puttin' me through this.

He'll also make him pay 60 more, plus the big.

Besides, if whacks him, he gets ugats.

- Manny told you this?

- Absolutely, but don't worry.

He says he's gonna take care of us too.

- No, see, you don't understand.

I don't want anything, okay.

This is not me, this is your problem.

It's not my problem, Benny.

- What the hell's goin' on out here?

- Never mind, it's okay.

- Is that grandpa?

- Oh, the beauties of the world.

- I'm trying to put them to bed.

- [Ann] Hi, daddy.

- Hi, sweetheart, how are you?

- (smooches) Good.

- Grandpa, sing.

- No, it's gonna make all the neighbors complain.

- Please don't.

- Sing, grandpa.

(Benny belts out a song in Italian)

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Keep it down down there.

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Yo, shut up.

(knocking)

(girls cheer)

- Okay, thank you, thank you.

- Now sing Dharma.

- Oh no, when I sing Dharma it means nobody is gonna sleep.

- [Ann] Yes. - [Benny] And that's not

about you two, 'cause you two gotta go to sleep now.

- [Ann] Time for bed.

- That baby's comin', huh?

- I know, tell me about it.

- Is it a boy?

- I don't know, we'll see.

- I think it's a boy.

- [Ann] You do?

- Would you like a nice baby brother.

- [Both Girls] No. (Benny and Ann groan)

- No, it's good, we could call him Bernadeto.

- Let's call him Rex.

- Yeah, if he's a dog, that's what we're gonna do.

- How's mommy doin', she good?

- She got the sciatic, what am I gonna tell ya?

- Tell her I'm comin' over tomorrow, all right?

- Yeah, good.

- You want some coffee before you go?

- I wish I could, I gotta go.

- All right, ladies, (claps) let's go to bed.

Come on. (groans of protest)

- Go to bed.

- [Older Girl] I wanna stay with grandpa.

- (speaks in Italian) now.

- [Benny] I wanna - [Ann] It's past

- [Benny] stay with you. - [Ann] your bedtime.

Say goodnight. - [Benny] Goodnight.

- [Ann] Goodnight. - [Benny] Goodnight.

- [Older Girl] I love you, grandpa.

- [Benny] (chuckles) Adorable. - [Ann] Love you.

(door clicks shut)

- [Benny] Here's how it reads.

When we're in that room and Basta's there,

if you don't say what Manny wants you to say,

we got a lotta fuckin' trouble.

Do we capiche?

Okay.

Let's go, I don't wanna be late.

(emotional music)

Carlo was the best.

- Ann, I'll be back later.

- [Ann] Okay.

(music intensifies)

(soft sweet music) ¶ I've got a crush on you

¶ Sweetie pie

¶ All the day and night time ¶

- Sit.

Well?

- Mr. Mis,

Manny.

Can I talk to you in private for a second, please?

- No, no, no.

- [Santo] Please. - [Manny] No.

Tell me in front of this piece of shit.

Are we good?

- [Santo] Sorry, Basta.

- Manny, they're good, I swear.

Santo, please tell him.

Tell him they're good.

(Manny grumbles) (Basta shouts fearfully)

- Shit, get him outta here.

(Basta cries and groans) - [Voiceover] Get up.

- Santo, Santo, help me, please.

(yelling) (sweet music grows louder)

(groaning)

- [Voiceover] Get the fuck out of here.

(yelling and pained groans) (blows connecting)

¶ I have got a crush ¶

- No, no, no.

In the basement, you morons.

(groaning) (shuffling)

(shouting)

- [Voiceover] Get the fuck in the basement.

- You're a good boy.

These checks, they coulda put me in a box.

- Manny, if these checks are hot,

you gotta get them as far away from you as possible.

Because there's no tellin' if the feds knew

that Basta had them.

- Why don't you take 'em out and burn 'em.

Thank you, Benny.

(tense music)

(sirens wail in the distance)

- You never came to bed last night.

What happened?

- [Santo] Nothin'.

- [Ann] Santo, what happened?

- I gotta get ready for work.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Voiceover] Dr. Davis, telephone, please.

Dr. Davis, telephone, please.

- Oh my God, Gina, what happened?

(sobbing)

- Billy's been acting very strange since Sunday.

He won't talk or eat.

And then last night he left and he never came back.

I got a call at 4:00 this morning.

They found him in the back of alley off Jackson Avenue

and brought him here.

They beat him like an animal. (sobs)

- What did the doctor say?

- That he's almost dead.

They broke his jaw, his leg.

He has internal bleeding, and his face,

oh my God, his face.

Who did this, Santo?

Did he owe money or...

- Ann, take Gina downstairs

and get her somthin' to eat, yeah?

- All right, honey.

We're gonna go downstairs, okay?

Come on.

(sobbing)

(machines beep)

(emotional piano music)

(clock ticks)

(knocking) - Yes?

- Mr. Bastucci, your father-in-law's here to see you.

- Okay.

- You're tellin' me

this is like a foot and 1/2, two feet thick, huh?

- Yeah, seeya.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna have to get a bigger drill.

(woman laughs)

- Well, we keep our cash in the basement strong.

We use this for foreign currency and cashier's checks.

- [Benny] You don't say. - [Woman] Yeah.

- [Santo] Benny. - [Benny] Yeah.

Oh, Santo.

Here, I got pignolis, have one.

- [Santo] No. - [Benny] No?

You know this guy over here?

That's my son-in-law, he's a big shot in this bank.

- I know, Mr. Musacchia, he's my boss.

(Benny laughs)

- Benny.

- You know, if I was your boss--

- Thank you, Beth.

Benny.

- (Beth giggles awkwardly) Yes.

- Here, have one of these, go on.

- Why dont you come back to my office

where I can speak to you in private.

- Yeah, sure, bye, honey. (chuckles)

Yeah.

Hello.

- What the fuck happened?

- What?

- Where are the checks?

- [Benny] I burned 'em.

- You burned 'em?

- I mean, not yet.

But don't worry, it's all under control.

- [Santo] Under control? - [Benny] Yeah.

- [Santo] Under control.

You know who you're fuckin' with.

If Manny finds out

- How is Manny gonna find out?

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

If your blood wasn't pumpin' through my kids, Benny.

- Hey, you worry too much.

It's all under control.

This is very good for us.

- Oh, it's good for us?

- Absolutely.

- What about Basta?

- [Benny] Basta's fine. - [Santo] Basta's fine?

He's in intensive care.

- [Benny] It's okay, a couple of bruises, all right.

By the way, what is the exact hour of your birth?

- What?

- When were you born?

- What is it with this shit?

- Manny wants to know.

- Well, I don't know.

Tell him 11:30 at night, who cares?

Jesus Christ, you know, you're losing your mind.

(knocking) - [Voiceover] Mr. Bastucci.

- What?

- Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to remind you

you have a meeting with Mr. McKenna at 5:00.

- Yeah, okay, I remember.

Thank you.

(door clicks shut)

- Who's that?

- What?

- That guy, McKelley, McKessler.

- McKenna, our senior vice president.

- (vocalizes intrigue) Nice.

Does he like action?

- Benny.

- I gotta go away for a couple days, all right?

Anybody asks you, you have not seen me.

- Where are you goin'?

- [Benny] I'm goin' campin'.

(Santo laughs)

- [Santo] Campin'? - [Benny] Campin'.

- [Santo] (laughs) What?

- Yeah.

You know what, Manny was right about you.

You are just like your father.

- What is that, what is that?

- What do you mean?

What's that crack, you're just like your father?

Why did he say that?

(knocking)

- You're just like your father.

- Sorry to bother you again, Anna's on two.

- Yeah, I'll be with her in a minute, please.

(door clicks shut) - All right.

I gotta go.

Kiss my grandchildren for me.

Hey, sweetheart, where you, in Astoria?

(speaking in Italian)

- Wow, (speaks in Italian)

- Can I get some fries with that shake?

(lecherous chuckling)

- See, man, so last night.

Two for three.

- Nice.

- Single, double.

One RBI.

- Hey, boss, how are ya?

("Who's That Lady" by The Isley Brothers)

(speaking in Spanish)

- Oh yeah, (speaks in Spanish)

(speaking in Spanish)

- What are you lookin' at?

- [Voiceover] Don't you PRs work?

- Fuck you, fat boy.

(laughter)

Fuck you, too.

- What'd she say?

- [Manny] Nothin'.

(blows air)

(speaking in Spanish)

- Need me for anything else, boss?

- Nah, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Carmine, let's go.

Buona sera.

Buona sera, (mumbles)

- [Voiceover] Daddy, grandpa.

(chuckling)

- [Carmine] Hey, how's my little girl.

- Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come for dinner?

We would have come to you.

- [Manny] It was a spur of the moment decision.

- Okay, well, dinner will be on the table soon.

- Get over here, get over here.

Sit right there, sit right there.

Como esta, papa?

- Bene, bene.

- Okay, all right.

Let me see, let me see.

Oh my God, you got potatoes in your ear.

- Daddy, I wanted to talk to you about something.

- Get me some toothpicks,

cotton balls and some warm water.

All right.

Hey, your mother ever check your ears

when you come home from school?

You know, when grandpa came home from work,

the first thing I did

was check your mother's ears for potatoes.

(giggling)

- Daddy, why do you tell her such nonsense.

- Hey, if it wasn't for me,

all the little beggars from (mumbles) alley

would be at our doorstep beggin' for free potatoes. (laughs)

- [Woman] Daddy. - [Manny] Yeah.

How is he?

- [Woman] Same.

You know, daddy, Carmine had a good idea.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Well, Carmine thought maybe we could

go into some investment deals together.

Maybe buy some real estate.

- Hey, don't I take care of you?

- Of course, but this could be,

you know, for the future.

- You and Manualle, you're always gonna be taken care of.

- I know, daddy.

- Come on, I got more important things to do.

There.

(sings in Italian)

(low humming)

(soft orchestral music)

- Okay, so I've gathered my vice presidents.

So let's go talk to them now.

- Santo, what's a 10 year (mumbles)

- Why don't we just go talk to them now, all right?

- [Mustached With Paper] Santo.

- [Boss] Listen up.

- Santo?

- 7 and 1/2.

- Bastucci.

Would you like to run this meeting?

I called all of you here today

to introduce you to a man

who will be working very closely to each of you

over the next few months.

This is Special Agent Thomas Cahil

of the United States Secret Service.

He is to have your full attention.

And to be treated with the same respect

that you would treat me.

Special Agent Cahil is investigating

a growing concern in our industry.

Specifically, wire fraud and money laundering.

Are there any questions?

- I thought the Secret Service only guarded the president?

- Are there any pertinent questions?

- Oh no, that's okay.

We get that question all the time.

It's true, the Secret Service does protect the president,

vice president, former presidents and their families.

And before Vietnam I served briefly

under a United States president.

But as Steven has said,

we also investigate financial crimes.

Counterfeiting.

Wire fraud, money laundering.

Recently we've seen a rash of these crimes

in the banking industry.

Specifically, National Merchants.

So,

I'm here to take a look at the transactions

that have gone on over the last few months

and shed some light on the problem.

I look forward to speaking to each of you personally.

Thanks for your time.

- Gentlemen.

- What the fuck was that all about?

- That McKenna's an incredible prick.

(soft opera music)

- These frikadelles are the best.

- Yeah, keep eatin', keep eatin'.

We're gonna put you in the Thanksgiving Day Parade.

We're gonna call it the Gumba Float.

(laughter)

- I get 'em from Viro's.

- [Manny] Yeah, you're makin' Dumbo

look like Twiggy the model.

(laughter)

- Pay for them outta that wallet?

- Fuck you, it was a gift.

- A gift from who?

Your boyfriend?

- Ba fungul, all a ya.

(laughter)

You done with that paper?

- [Carmine] No.

- I thought you said you wasn't done.

- I'm not.

- You got eyes in the back of your ass?

(laughter)

- You want the paper?

- I want the paper.

- Do you want the paper?

- I want the fuckin' paper.

- Come get the paper.

- [Voiceover] Oh, you gonna take that shit?

- Oh, hey.

Come on, gimme the paper.

Here.

- You pussy.

- Now take a walk.

I wanna talk to my son-in-law.

Carmine, pull up a chair.

I talked to Maria.

(Carmine sighs)

- Yeah, I thought maybe we could make some moves together.

- Don't I take care of you?

Do you want for anything?

- No, but, you know, I just--

- I don't need any partners.

Capiche?

- Yeah.

- [Manny] Tommy.

Scalzo.

(bells chime)

(pious organ music)

- Our Lady of the Blessed Sorrows.

- [Voiceover] Pray for us.

- San Paulino.

- [Voiceover] Pray for us.

- I wanna begin today's mass

with a prayer for Billy Cuputto.

You may know him as Basta.

He was viciously beaten.

And he's recuperating in a hospital.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,

amen.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

- [All] hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done.

(carnival music) (crowd chatter)

- [Voiceover] How you doin', Gus?

- Good.

I'm not sure if I want the sweet or the hot sausage.

- How the fuck does your stomach know the difference

between a sweet and hot sausage?

- Listen, fuck you.

- Why don't you try the combination?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, gimme a half and half.

And don't slight me on the peppers.

- Jesus Christ.

Is that for me?

- Absolutely.

- Nice.

Well, pay the man. (Carmine chuckles)

- Gimme another one just like that.

Fuck off, will you?

- Oh, there you go, huh.

Ba fungul, keep it.

- You gonna eat that too, come on.

¶ Come fly with me

¶ Let's fly

¶ Let's fly away

¶ If you can use some exotic boozes

¶ There's a bar in far Bombai ¶

- [Ann] Hi. - [Voiceover] How are you?

- [Blonde Girl] Hi. - [Voiceover] Hi, girls.

Santo, how are you?

- [Voiceover] I'm good, how are you?

- [Ann] Nice to see you. - [Voiceover] You too.

- [Ann] Hi. - [Man] Hi.

- [Ann] I'm doing well, thanks.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

- When are you due?

- A few months.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Thanks.

- The kids are beautiful.

- Thank you.

- Pasquale, look how well behaved they are.

- Not like your kids.

- Now their my kids.

(laughter)

- Your kids are great.

- Thank you.

We have a table all set up for you.

- Oh, thanks so much.

- Enjoy your dinner. - We'll see you later, all right?

- Enjoy your dinner, girls. - [Girls] Thank you.

- [Ann] Come on. Thanks.

- [Woman] Good to see you, enjoy dinner.

- Uncle Matty.

- [Matty] Hey, hey. - [Girls] Hi.

- [Ann] Say hello.

- [Matty] Hello, baby, hello.

- Hi, uncle Matt.

- Hello, darling, good to see you.

- You too.

- Your table is there.

- What?

- Your table is gonna be over there, sir.

- Thanks.

- I'll be there in a minute.

How are you?

- [Ann] I'm doin' well.

- [Matty] You're doin' good?

- [Ann] Yes, I'm great.

Well, enjoy your meal, all right.

- [Matty] Hungry?

- [Ann] They're starving. - [Blonde Girl] Yeah, food.

- [Ann] We're gonna go sit down, okay.

See you later.

- You didn't see that.

- Here we go.

Want some bread?

- [Santo] Thank you. - [Ann] Thank you.

- [Santo] Your napkin, your napkin.

(giggling)

¶ They say come fly with me

¶ Let's fly

¶ Let's fly away ¶

(shouting)

(lively music)

(clapping)

- Come on, one dance.

- No, go ahead, you do it.

- All right.

Girls, you wanna dance?

- [Matty] Come on, come on, beautiful.

Come on, you're dancin' with me.

- All right, (drowned out by music).

Let's go.

(laughter)

(tense tones creep in)

(door creaks) (bell dings)

- Where you goin'?

- I gotta take care of somethin' for Manny.

- All right, don't take too long, I got shit to do.

- This won't take too long.

(tense music)

- He's with the pigeons.

- On the roof?

- On the roof with the pigeons.

- Hey, well, it's better than the basement.

- Yeah, you don't wanna get call if Manny's in the basement.

Go ahead.

Right up there.

(door slams shut)

(music grows more unsettling)

(footsteps echo)

(door clicks shut)

- [Santo] Manny.

- Oh.

Santo.

Como esta?

- I'm fine, thanks.

Carmine said you wanted to see me.

- Yeah.

(baby talks to pigeon)

- So, is that the champ?

- No, no, no, no, no.

This is an old girl.

She lost her bearings.

She cost me 2,000 last week.

- That's too bad.

- Whatever.

What are you gonna do?

(cracking)

Have you seen Benny?

- Benny?

No, I haven't seen him since last Wednesday.

- Any idea where he might be?

- [Santo] He's camping.

(Manny laughs)

Camping?

- Yeah, he's camping.

(Manny laughs)

- Well, when you see him,

you tell him to call me, all right?

- [Santo] Yeah. - [Manny] Okay.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

You know, I come here at night and I look at the stars.

I always find them interesting.

Me and Carl Sagan. (laughs)

But people think

I'm batz.

Unbelievable.

You see, every man has a path.

And every so often, that path changes.

And it all depends on where

and when he was born.

If the stars are aligned,

there ain't nothin' he can do about it.

Unless he knows how to read the stars.

You know what I mean?

I love this neighborhood.

These people.

These people have been good to me.

And I protect them like they're my own familia.

(speaking in Spanish)

This neighborhood's changin'.

Spics are comin' in.

And the people, they look to me to keep order.

- Hey, baby. (woman yells in Spanish)

(ominous music)

(woman shouts) (blows connecting)

(woman cries out)

(loud smack)

- This piece was here before I was born.

Loyalty.

Tradition.

Family.

It's all that matters.

And I need help.

I need help to keep it that way.

(woman cries out)

- [Woman] No.

Please, no, no.

Please.

(fabric ripping) (screaming)

- You know the history between me and your father?

- Tell you the truth, Manny,

I don't know too much about my father.

He died when I was two.

- But what did your uncle tell you about him?

- [Santo] That he was a butcher.

- He tell you how your father died?

- He went to the dentist, there was an infection.

- No, no.

I'm gonna tell you.

This might not make your uncle happy, but

fuck it.

Your father was my best friend.

We ran this neighborhood together.

I treated him as an equal.

And I should have no equal.

(uneasy music)

But in my business, your father was priceless.

He had a rare gift for numbers.

Like you, yeah.

Like you.

But the beauty of it was he had it all in his head.

No ledgers.

No evidence.

Boy,

was he smart.

He was partners to a gangster.

And brother to a priest.

Anyway.

Back then was buildin' up a big reputation.

And we were always off to Harlem.

And after awhile there was a little dispute.

Nothin' major.

But Benny, he went up there

(vocalizes pain) (laughs)

and he caught a beatin'.

I mean, well, I couldn't let it go unanswered.

So I went to the best man I know who could handle this.

Your father.

But he knew, he knew this was a tough go.

So he comes to me

and he says,

(sighs)

he says, "Listen, if anything happens to me,

"I want you to do the right thing about my son.

"I want you to let him make it his way.

"The right way, not our way."

And I listened.

And I stayed away.

But what your father failed to understand

is that no matter what,

each of us are made for somethin' in this fucked up world.

And no matter how much we try to deny

or make decisions to avoid it,

at some point it stares you right in the face.

Like your father.

His path

was to go to Harlem

and straighten out that problem.

(carnival music)

- So, how did my father die?

- Like you said,

tooth infection.

(sirens wail in the distance)

(machines beep)

- The checks were good, Santo.

When I had 'em last week, they were good.

I can't understand what happened.

It's all my fault.

- No, Basta, it's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

- I gotta make him whole.

Santo, how can I make him whole?

I don't have that type of juice on the street.

I need my hands.

He'll take my hands.

- No, Basta, I'm gonna make it right.

- How can I hold my kids with no hands?

(sobs) how can I hold my kids with no hands, huh?

How can I hold my kids with no hands, Santo?

(tense notes)

(emotional music)

- [Ann] You okay?

- Yeah.

It's...

Got a lot on my mind.

I'm here, all right.

- Yeah, I know.

(knocking)

- [Ann] Santo, get the door. (knocking)

- Who is it?

- It's your uncle.

(speaks in Italian)

- [Voiceover] Come on, please, just give it to me.

(both laugh and mumble)

- [Voiceover] Give it to me. - [Voiceover] Give it to me.

- [Ann] Hey, if I have to come in there.

- [Voiceover] Stop it. (muffled arguing)

- [Matty] Ann, thank you for having me, really.

- [Ann] Uncle Matt, please, any time.

(Ann groans) - Uncomfortable?

- Yeah, this one kicks.

- (laughs) It's a boy.

- We'll see, I don't know.

- Yeah, yeah, did you discuss names?

- [Ann] I like Bernadeto.

- [Matty] Like your father. - [Ann] Exactly.

- [Santo] I like Rex.

(Matty scoffs)

- I'm not so worried about names,

but where we're gonna live.

- You are growin' outta this apartment, Santo.

- [Ann] See. - [Santo] But Ann did say,

after the baby comes, she's gonna get a job

so we can afford a house.

- [Ann] Yeah, I'm gonna rob a bank.

- Yeah, yeah.

She'll do no such thing.

- No, no, we're fine.

Very happy here.

- [Ann] I'm gonna take these.

- Here, here.

Go lie down, he'll clear the table.

- No, it's fine, I gotta do the dishes and--

- Ann.

Santo will do that too.

You go lie down and rest.

Go ahead.

- Santo's gonna do it?

- [Matty] I guarantee it.

- Go ahead.

- All right.

Uncle Matt, you come over more often, all right?

- [Matty] Come here. - [Ann] Love you.

- [Matty] God bless you, sweetheart.

(chuckles)

I see you're spendin' time with Manny.

I want you to be careful, you know.

He's not to be trusted.

He's a bad guy.

(Santo sighs)

Your father wouldn't approve.

- My father?

Uncle Matty, you wanna tell me how my father died?

- What did Manny tell you?

- That the two of them ran the neighborhood.

Manny the Hand and Carlo the Butcher.

Best friends.

And then he went on to tell me some story about Benny.

Up in Harlem.

You know about that?

- Whatever I know will do you no good.

Manny is a user, Santo.

I've known him a long, long time.

Before your father, before my vows.

I married him.

I christened his daughter.

I married her to that bum, Carmine.

You be careful.

You do what you gotta do.

But do not get wrapped up in his life.

You got a good job, you got a beautiful wife, nice family.

Don't look into the past.

- I gotta look into the past.

I don't know who my father was.

You never told me the truth about my father.

- I wanted you to know your father the way I knew him,

not the way Manny knew him.

- Yeah, well, who's gonna tell you

that your father's a crook.

(loud smack)

(tense music)

- There's nothing down that path for you.

- Yeah, well, tell that to Manny.

- (mutters) Manny should place his faith

in somethin' other than the stars.

- (sighs) I'm gonna kill Benny.

- Listen to me.

Your father-in-law's not a stupid man.

You believe me.

He hasn't survived in the street this long

because he couldn't navigate the waters.

I mean, come on, use your head, will ya?

You got eyes?

He's carried the burden of Harlem

and your father's death a very long time.

Long time.

- I'm gonna make it right by Basta.

I have an idea.

I need your help.

(curious music)

- Here you go.

- [Santo] These are up to date?

- As of last night.

- Thank you.

- Agent Cahil is in your office.

- [Voiceover] Santo.

- Agent Cahil.

- Am I interrupting?

- Not at all.

- Do you have some time for me?

- (sighs) Sure.

I was just about to review some things.

But what's up?

- Do you

keep a tab of each of your accounts' balances?

- I try to stay on top of everything.

- You must have thousands of accounts.

How on Earth do you retain all of that?

- Well, I don't remember everything.

- Just some?

- Well, more than just some.

- [Agent Cahil] They tell me you're like an idiot savant

when it comes to numbers.

- Well, if you ask my wife, I'm just an idiot.

(both chuckle)

- Can I have some fun?

- It was recently updated.

I haven't really had time to review it, so--

- That's okay.

Previous week's balances are right here.

Let's see.

Account number

nine, nine, eight,

seven, two, three, two.

- You know, I really think this is--

- Oh come on, Santo.

Let me see what you got.

- $795.

- And.

- 67 cents.

(Agent Cahil vocalizes awe)

- That is unbelievable.

We're gonna have you crackin' codes in no time.

Oh God.

This heat.

It's cooler in New England, but not by much.

- Is that where you're from?

- [Agent Cahil] Yeah, just outside Boston.

(groans)

- There's some good Italian restaurants in Boston.

- [Agent Cahil] Oh sure, north end.

Actually, I did some work up there.

- Is that so?

- Yeah, remember that mob war they had a few years back?

- Yeah, sure, late 60's.

- Yeah, well, when all that was goin' on

we got together with the FBI

and the Boston PD on a task force.

We infiltrated the Italians

by getting one of their minor players to flip.

I'm sorry.

I said Italians instead of mob,

and I did not mean that in a derogatory way.

You see, in Boston, we also have the Irish mob.

It's very powerful, quite ruthless, actually.

So in order not to confuse the two,

I said Italians.

To me it doesn't really matter.

Either group, pieces of shit.

Not people of Italian or Irish descent, mind you.

I mean, I'm Irish on my father's side.

Rather mobsters.

Pieces of shit.

Where was I?

Oh, right, how'd I get this guy to flip.

So, most minor players

don't really know what they're getting themselves into.

Most times, believe it or not, they're either conned into it

or they just, they want taste of that life.

Money.

Power.

And then when they find out

it's not really what they expected,

it's too late.

They're in too deep.

And then we find out what their weakness is

and just squeeze 'em.

- Well, that'll do it.

(both chuckle)

- Yeah.

Well, sometimes it's the threat of prison.

And sometimes, believe it or not,

it's not so much what they can lose,

but more what we can give them.

- I don't understand.

- Well,

sometimes

it's really better if they just stick around.

And that way

they can keep doin' what they're doin',

and we get a better look at the big boys.

No harm, no foul.

In this specific case,

they were leveraging the odds on horse racing

by laying off bets

and them funneling their winnings through a local bank.

Inside job.

Most times it is.

Anyway.

I wanted to ask if you had some time,

so we could go over a few transactions that we red-flagged.

- What did you find?

- I don't wanna go into it now.

I'll have the entire file

when we have a chance to sit down more formally.

- I'd be interested to see.

- Great, how about early next week?

- I take my vacation next week.

There's a Feast in my neighborhood.

- That's the thing with the float?

- The Giglio.

(Agent Cahil struggles with pronunciation)

Giglio, it's religious.

- I'll see you when you get back.

Thank you very much for your time.

- My pleasure.

- And by the way, I wanted to tell you that you really,

you got a beautiful family.

- Benny, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

(curious music)

(typewriter keys click)

¶ Tell me somethin' good ¶

- Hey, ho, hi, oh.

Hi, sweetie.

Ciao bella.

Matteo, (speaks in Italian)

- 200 in.

- I'll call him.

200.

And I'll pop in at 50.

(tense music)

- Raise him, stupid.

- He's only got 50 left.

Scalzo.

Give him 500.

- See your 50.

And I'll raise you--

- Put it all in.

- All in.

- So, what are you gonna do?

- I'm out.

- Good move.

- So, what do we got, fellas?

(music intensifies)

(music breaks and softens)

- Good game.

(knocking)

- Come.

What was the amount of that final hand?

- 3100.

- That's what I thought.

You should have folded.

- Why would I fold when we're all in?

- You got your father's head for numbers, kid.

But I never knew you had his balls.

- No, unc, I don't want this.

- It's not for you.

- I don't understand.

- You'll figure it out.

Go ahead, come on, I'm busy.

(uneasy music)

- Manny wants you to stop by for a cup of coffee.

(dramatic music with Italian vocals)

- Hey, what do you say?

- Manny.

- Sit down, sit.

That's a nice game of cards you played.

You see how I set 'em up for you?

I knew had shit and you got a better hand.

How much was in that pot?

About 3,000?

- (laughs) Yeah.

Yes.

Thank you, thank you for that.

- What's this?

You didn't have to.

No.

You're a smart boy, Santo.

He's smart, like his father.

Smart.

Have a good evening.

- You're sure makin' a name for yourself around here.

Can you tell me what that's about?

Santo.

- What?

- You haven't been listening to a word I'm sayin'.

Can you tell me what's goin' on with you lately?

Is it Basta, work, what?

- I'm sorry, what did you say?

- I was sayin', for someone who doesn't wanna be noticed,

that stunt you pulled last night with Manny

isn't doin' you any favors.

- What stunt?

- Santo, please, it's all over town.

You made him look like a jackass in front of his whole crew.

- This just happened last night.

- So, why didn't you fold the pot?

- I couldn't.

- What, you're tryin' to play Robin Hood?

Try not to get yourself killed, okay?

Don't worry, Santo Bastucci.

They have to go through me to get to you.

(soft radio chatter)

- Billy.

Go get some ice.

- I just got ice.

- Go and get some ice.

- How you doin', kid?

I haven't been in this place for years.

It never changes.

Can I sit?

- Yeah, of course.

- Carmine, get me some coffee.

So, how you doin', kid?

Everything all right?

Your family, work?

- Yeah, everything's okay, thank you.

- (sighs) Those fuckin' Yanks.

They're takin' a pounding.

I don't think they ever took a beatin' like this ever.

- Actually, they lost by 18 to Cleveland in 1928.

- You don't say?

You see.

I'm tellin' ya, I need a guy like you with your talent.

- Manny, thank you for thinkin' of me.

But, you know, please understand, I'm not like my father.

I got a good job at the bank.

I try to keep my nose clean,

and just make sure that I can take care of my family.

- Well, we all wanna take care of our family.

- No, I didn't mean any disrespect.

It's just...

I don't think there's anything I can do for you.

- Well, let's say I just hire you

in a professional capacity.

A banker.

You give me some advice every once in awhile, huh?

I'll give you 1,000 a week.

I help you the way you helped me with Basta.

We're closed.

- Closed?

Really?

- That's right.

(Agent Cahil sighs)

- Maybe just a beer.

- You heard the man.

We're closed.

- Okay.

See you all around.

(Manny sighs)

(door clicks open and shut)

- [Voiceover] Good morning, sir, how are you?

(soft chatter)

- Hello, welcome to National Merchants Bank.

May I help you?

- Lisa.

Why don't you take a break?

I'll take care of this customer.

- Sure.

This is Anthony Mangone, our branch manager.

- Zucci, how are you?

- Father, good to see you.

You got somethin' for me?

- [Matty] I do.

Santo said to cash these.

- Okay, good.

Come to the office.

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of life ¶

- [Agent Cahil] Santo. (horn honks)

Santo. (horn honks)

(horn honks)

- Wow, where you think you're goin'?

Move that piece of shit.

- [Agent Cahil] What, are you goin' bowling?

(shouting)

- [Santo] I'm goin' to the Feast.

- Well, you mind if I walk with you?

- [Angry Driver] You can't leave that car

in the street like that.

- Sure.

- Jack-off.

- My wife's got a craving,

so I'm gettin' her some zeppolis, you know.

- Oh, she's pregnant, huh?

- Yeah.

- So, boy or a girl?

- No, we wait.

(Agent Cahil laughs)

- You like surprises, huh?

- Not really.

(carnival music)

- [Agent Cahil] This is great, huh?

So much tradition.

- [Santo] 100 years.

- It's a tight-knit community, isn't it?

Hey, Santo.

Can I confide in you?

- [Santo] I wish you wouldn't.

- (chuckles) Look.

I don't mean to jam you up.

But I know that you were approached by Manny Mistera.

And I got my orders.

They're pretty explicit.

Mistera's gotta go down, one way or another.

I just don't want you to be collateral damage.

So, what do you say?

- Do a dozen.

- [Agent Cahil] Hey, what do you know.

They look just like beignet.

- What the fuck is a beignet?

(Agent Cahil laughs)

- I love it.

What the fuck is a beignet?

(bell dings)

(soft music)

- These for me?

- I'm here to see Manny.

- Oh yeah, right.

Open the bag.

¶ Darlin', falling in love ain't a game

¶ Girl, every man's life ain't the same

¶ So don't judge me by guys that you knew ¶

- He's on the roof?

- No, no, he's in the basement.

(tense music creeps in)

Knock yourself out.

(music grows more unsettling)

- Manny?

Manny?

(distant speaking)

- [Voiceover] Are you crazy, that's Perry Como.

Santo.

Oh, I heard you were comin'.

- Benny.

- Come here, come on.

Good to see you, you look good.

Sit.

Everything's all right?

- [Santo] Yeah. - [Manny] Yeah.

Sit, sit.

- [Santo] I don't know how to say this, but,

well, this is for you.

- What's this?

- That's to pay Basta's debt.

- Wow, wow, wow, hey, hey.

Where'd you get this?

Benny told me you're loyal.

You're just like your father.

He was the best.

- Carlo, Carlo (speaks in Italian), the best.

- You know, this life of ours,

it's goin' into the toilet.

The Feds, they're breathin' down my neck.

You saw, you know.

Your father-in-law knows.

It's just a matter of time before somebody flips.

And I had to see for myself

you are who your father-in-law said you are.

And then just like boop, boop, boop, boop, this,

you come up with 60 grand

to save that piece of shit Basta's life.

And you thought Benny scammed me

when he told me the checks were no good.

And you didn't rat on him,

even though you know it might cost you your life.

I need that kind of loyalty.

- What about Basta?

(Manny mutters)

- What about Basta, what about Basta?

- He's in intensive care.

I mean, the money's good, it's good.

And he didn't deserve that.

- Deservin' ain't got nothin' to do with it.

Basta is stupid and sloppy.

And in my business, that gets you clipped.

Basta got off easy.

He's out.

You're in.

The 60 grand is juice.

For you to open your books.

Welcome aboard.

- No, Manny, this life isn't for me.

It's not for me.

(Manny grunts aggressively)

I need

your father.

And it's been 30 years since he's dead.

And I haven't met anybody like him.

Not up until now.

You're smart and you're loyal.

Not like those galoombas I got workin' for me upstairs.

(scoffs) Wastin' your time behind a desk.

Now, we both know that.

Your father-in-law,

I love him.

I love him.

I'll tell right to his face,

"You're not that smart."

He ain't got no brains. (laughs)

And I tell that to him, right to his face.

The other night on the roof,

I told you about the paths people take.

Well, your path is with me.

I see that.

Everything's in order.

It's a very special time.

The stars, they're all aligned.

This month.

This year.

This moment

will change our lives forever.

(gun fires)

(high pitched ringing)

- What the fuck?

(tense music)

- Benny?

(gun fires)

- Burn these.

They're no good now.

- You got it, boss.

(carnival music)

(clapping)

(shouting)

(cheering)

(music turns emotional)

("I Just Want to Celebrate" by Rare Earth)

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of life

¶ I put my faith in the people

¶ But the people let me down

¶ So I turned the other way

¶ And I carry on

¶ Anyhow

¶ That's why I'm telling you

¶ I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah

¶ Another day of living, yeah

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of life

¶ Had my hand on the dollar bill

¶ And the dollar bill flew away

¶ But the sun is shining down on me

¶ And it's here to stay

¶ That's why I'm telling you

¶ I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah

¶ Another day of living, yeah

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to celebrate another day

¶ Of life

¶ Don't let it all get you down, no, no

¶ Don't let it turn you around

¶ And around and around and around and around

¶ Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow

¶ And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no

¶ I'm using up my time but feeling fine

¶ Every day

¶ That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate

¶ Oh, yeah

¶ I just want to celebrate another day

¶ Oh, I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to celebrate another day

¶ Of life

¶ Don't let it all get you down, no, no

¶ Don't let it turn you around and around

¶ And around and around and around and around

¶ Round round round

¶ Round

¶ Around around around

¶ Round

¶ Don't go around ¶

('I just want to celebrate' repeats on)

(tense music)