Cruise (2018) Movie Script
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ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
New York's hottest summer ever!
No sweat! Hot 1-0-3...
the all-new Hot 103,
Broadway Bill Lee...
professional practitioner
of pronunciation.
CARBONE: Yo, Gio!
What time you thinkin'?
GIO: 8:00, 8:30.
8:00, 8:30!
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Get out of the yard...
and out to the boulevard
to cruise.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Jumping music slick deejays
fog machines and laser rays
Lookout weekend
'cause here I come
Because weekends were made
for fun
Jumping music slick deejays
fog machines and laser rays
Lookout weekend
'cause here I come
Because weekends were
made for fun
I work hard everyday
it's all work and no play
With the boss on my back
he don't give me any slack
- Yo.
- Yo.
Come on, let's do this!
Lookout weekend
'cause here I come
Because weekends
were made for fun
They're scopin'.
She's goin' for the
Pizzarama loop-around.
GIO: Let's get it!
- I got driver.
- I call passenger.
Fuck that. Gio takes driver,
I take passenger.
How come I always get
the loser in the back?
'Cause you're the loser
in the back.
(MOANING)
Look out weekend
'cause here I come
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Hot 103,
who's ready to party with me...
on the other end of the line
here?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Nancy Gonzalez.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Nancy, where you calling from?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Jersey City.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Are you ready
to see Lisa Lisa at Palladium?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Yeah! I'm working right now.
I just won some tickets
to Palladium.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Where do you work?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
I work in an Exxon station.
- ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Really?
- NANCY (OVER RADIO): Yeah!
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Now we're
pumpin' up the volume, pump!
Headin' up!
Kick some ass!
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Hot 103! Thank you!
Go, Gio! Whoo!
From you whenever you're
around
Sweet dreams could not
be better
Yo! Gio! You gonna smoke 'em
tonight or what?
- Che cazzo!
- Every night, man.
- How you guys doin'?
- Wanna see my boy, T?
- Yeah, where's he at?
- Come on, he's over here.
- All right.
- Yo, T!
GIRL: Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey, hey, ladies, how you doin'?
What's up, bro?
What do you got tonight?
Kid from Brooklyn,
Z-28 with a 350...
4.10 Gears. Nothin' you
can't handle.
You got it.
- All right, bro.
- Good?
- Good luck.
- Got it.
Fuckin' smoke 'em tonight,
okay?
Fuckin' smoke 'em.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Yo!
Yeah, man!
You're the fucking man, Gio!
Congrats!
Thanks, Ange.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Are you okay?
Uh, yeah, why?
It's been like... 15 minutes.
Do you want me to keep going?
Uh, sure.
(ENGINE IDLING)
So, uh, what are you doin' now?
Probably grab some food.
North Shore?
Sorry... full booth tonight.
Yeah, bullshit it's full!
No, I'm not seeing Robocop.
I know, I hate cops
and I hate robots.
Guys, I know I sound
like a broken record, but...
The Princess Bride is like
the best thing...
I've seen in like five years.
You don't wanna tell people
that.
I saw it with my father
last weekend.
- That makes it...
- Now I'm thinking about it...
- nonstop, it was so good.
- That makes it even worst.
- Saw it last week with my father?
- They're not fuckin' into it.
- Hey, Didi.
- Didi!
- The usual.
- The same.
I'll have the same.
What was that?
- What?
- The menu?
I was just... wondering what
else they have.
After three years of coming
here?
Yeah, maybe there's
something else.
Better than a double
cheeseburger deluxe...
side of disco fries and a Coke?
Not... better just...
different.
Cubbies comin' to town
this week.
- GIO: Yeah?
- ANT: Mm-hm.
Gonna be a lot of nice cars,
Benzis, Beemers.
- We should do a run.
- Definitely.
Let me come.
Again, Ant?
Why not?
You know why, you'd fuck it up.
You don't know that.
What we do, you gotta be cool
under pressure.
It takes a certain amount
of cool. And you...
You ain't exactly Steve
McQueen.
No, yeah, you're not Bullitt.
Okay I have other skills
though... I've, I've...
Like what?
I can fit through windows better
than you guys can...
fuckin', beefy gorilla-type.
Ladies like it.
Ladies like it, a certain kind
of lady, not a very smart lady.
Are you sayin' we don't get
smart chicks?
I'm saying there's a
correlation...
between the kind of hot girls
you get...
and the kind, dumb girls
you get.
Wow! Correlation, that's a big
word!
Thank you. I've been studying,
my brother's got a Thesaurus.
Jesus!
He does.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): El Sid, turning up
the heat, he has now struck out six...
in four and two thirds innings
and the first two hits...
(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP)
(DISTANT CROWD CHEERING)
Woo!
What's up, Vic?
Lenny, watch the counter.
Let's see what you got.
Not bad. Not bad.
Where you go?
Out.
- (SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- Time to eat.
I'm gonna get a slice
with the boys.
No, you eat with the famiglia.
What?
- All you do is go out...
- (SPEAKING ITALIAN)
It's Friday night, of course
I'm gonna go out.
Ogni sera, Friday night, every
night, every night...
Friday night, you go out
every night!
You gotta think of the future,
Gio, il futuro!
Come on, Pa, the future speech
again?
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Look-a you brotha. He go to da
college, he go to da school.
He use-a the brain. Come on!
Gio, your brotha, he studied
the business, right?
He got a nice girl.
I got a girl, I got lots
of girls.
Gio, a nice girl.
Some of 'em are real nice.
What kinda girl you think
you gonna find...
on the street, on the
boulevard?
Una puttana!
Huh? You think I meet-ah you
mother on the street?
- Come on!
- I'll see you guys later.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- Where you go?
- Out!
- Finish your meal!
- I will get a slice!
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Yo.
They're scopin'.
She's goin' for Pizzarama!
No U-ey?
Cupcake's playin' hard
to get.
And what I witnessed
from your heart
'Cause I knew baby girl
it was ready to start
A fantasy that was all
so true
The way I felt girl I knew
Fuck!
That's a nice piece
of braciole.
You were made for me
Oh fantasy girl
You're my fantasy girl
I need you tonight
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Oh fantasy girl
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Oh, shit!
The way you look
the way you smile
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Aw, fuck!
Oh...
Good evening, Officer Brant.
What did we talk about the
other night, Gio?
The catalytic converter.
Oh, uh... it's attached.
I can hear your exhaust
from Flushing.
You think I cut off my
converter?
Oh, come on!
Attach it.
Seventy fuckin' five?
- Jesus!
- What? What, dollars?
Yeah, I...
No, drachmas, you fuckin' goon,
what is wrong with you?
Dude, what the fuck, you don't
have to yell.
I'm gettin' a cone.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
The same, old music...
Look, I don't care what you say,
Cookie Puss is not a cat.
Dude, why would they call him
"Puss" if he wasn't a cat?
He's a space alien, do you not
see the commercial?
He's a space alien... he's
a cat from outer space!
Yeah... what, what are you doing?
Oof... that is a one,
lucky cone.
- What's your name?
- Francesca.
Francesca what?
Russo.
Francesca Russo.
All right, just to give you
a heads up...
in about a year, it's gonna
be Francesca Fortunato.
- Is that so?
- Just thought you should know...
in case you, you know,
order new checks and whatnot.
- That's very considerate of you.
- I'm a very considerate guy.
Where you from, Francesca?
- Brooklyn.
- Brooklyn, nice.
Where exact?
- Bay Ridge.
- Bay Ridge.
You got the Verrazano, we got
the Whitestone, mini version.
Do you come here often?
Ah, y'know...
How's it I never seen you?
Lotta people...
I'da noticed you.
Gio.
- Fortunato.
- Hm, smart girl.
- So, when's the wedding?
- You and me?
As soon as possible.
- Where are you going?
- Dress shopping.
Can I get your number?
Nah.
Well, how about I give you
my beeper?
No, I'm good... I'll...
(ENGINE STARTING)
I'll see you at the chapel.
You seriously don't want
my beeper?
Are you fuckin' kidding me?
Go get her, Romeo!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
What do you want?
What do you think he wants?
He wants to... fuck you!
Is she right?
You want to fuck me?
I mean... yeah.
Wait. You're not actually...
Okay.
Okay...?
Okay, let's fuck.
(MOANING)
GIO: Aw, fuck!
Do I get your number now?
That's my beeper.
Are you hungry?
Me and my boys are gonna
hit the diner.
You're welcome to come.
ANT: She said no?
You invited her to the diner
and she said no.
Maybe she's playing hard to get.
Who plays hard to get
after you fuck them?
Guys... every guy on Earth.
It makes no sense. She liked me.
- Did she come?
- Of course, she came.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
I don't know, cuz.
Doesn't sound like Cabriolet
got properly dicked.
Fuck off!
Get that Carbone bastone,
know what I'm saying?
- (PHONE RINGS)
- Huh?
I'm guessing that wasn't...
(CALL RINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE (OVER PHONE): We're
sorry, you have reached a number...
that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.
If you feel you have reached
this recording in error...
please check the number
and try your call again.
No fucking way!
Yeah, it's impossible.
It's like... like two plus two
equals five.
Are you gonna eat your pizza?
CARBONE: Aw, it happens, cuz.
Not to Gio Fortunato.
- Maybe she wrote it down wrong.
- Her own number?
Oh, hell yes!
Porsches are tough.
Not for Chris Carbone.
Remember that 944, at the
temple?
Just pull the fuck over!
Fuckin' idiot, hurry up!
Jesus Christ.
You're spotted.
Let's go!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- (GLASS SMASHING)
- (CAR ALARM BLARING)
What the fuck you doin'?
God-fucking-damn it.
Fucking idiot.
Fucking asshole! Get in the
fuckin' car!
- Whoo!
- Are you fuckin' crazy?
- Jesus Christ!
- I got it, though!
- Fuckin' Nakamichi, bro!
- Oh, shit!
- That's what I'm talking about!
- Yeah!
Fuck, yeah! Whoa, yeah!
Three hundo, easy, cuz.
Video Vic's gonna cream his
fuckin' sweatpants.
- What the fuck?
- What are you doing?
Hello?
Depeche Mode.
When? They just announced. Two
at the Garden, one at Nassau.
Francesca... Francesca!
Francesca?
Oh my God, is that... him?
Your Italian stallion?
Hey...
I'm not really Francesca.
My name's Jessica... Jessica
Weinberg.
Francesca's my bad-girl alias,
yes.
Oh my God!
The fuck was that?
Cabriolet.
That's Cabriolet?
Fuckin' JAP was playing
dress-up.
Thought it'd be fun to play
guidette for a night.
Take a little walk on the
wild side, cunt!
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(BEEPER RINGS)
And... Manny...
Thanks, Mom, it's good.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Hot steamy night alone
I wait for you
Cold brittle morning alone
and I cry for you
(BEEPER RINGS)
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Hello?
Yeah, I got a call from this
number?
Gio?
GIO (OVER PHONE):
And this is...?
Uh... Jessica.
Francesca-Jessica.
What do you want?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): I just wanted
to call and say "I'm sorry."
I-I didn't think I would ever
see you again.
Surprise, surprise.
You must think I'm such
an asshole.
GIO (OVER PHONE):
Nah.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Jappy, little suburban girl...
having her little adventure
in Queens.
Well, yeah, pretty much.
I actually had a really
good time.
It was the most fun
I've had all summer.
It's so boring in Great Neck,
you can't imagine.
Why do you live there?
I'm just home for the summer.
Yeah?
I'm in college, I go to Brown.
Oh... Brown...
okay... um... where's that at?
Rhode Island...
I should've stayed in Providence
this summer.
What the hell was I thinking?
I don't know...
maybe you were thinking
you'd meet a real, cool guy.
So tell me something,
Jessica Weinberg...
Yeah?
GIO (CONT'D):
Why are you calling me?
I told you... to apologize.
GIO (OVER PHONE):
Nah, that can't be it.
What do you mean?
You want something more.
Like?
GIO (OVER PHONE):
You wanna see me again.
Oh... do I?
You do... told ya'.
I didn't say anything!
GIO (OVER PHONE): Oh, yes,
you did, you said it all.
Oh, my God!
GIO (CONT'D): Look, you're obviously
curious about the scene.
The scene?
The scene, the boulevard,
Franny Lew.
Why don't you come back...
I'll give you a grand tour,
show you the routine.
- There's a routine?
- Of course, there's a routine.
- When?
- Tonight.
You're going tonight?
I go every night.
We can't use my car tonight.
What's up?
It's all booked out.
Girl?
Cabriolet?
Are you fucking kidding me, man?
- We talked, it's all good.
- You're joking.
- She's cool.
- She's a fucking bitch!
That kosher pussy's gone to your
fuckin' brain!
Hit the beat now
Lost in emotion
First thing you do, take a
little lap around the bully.
- The bully?
- The boulevard, Franny Lew.
Ahh.
Do a once-and-back, scope out
the scene.
What are we looking for?
Just seein' who's out.
That's the Carvel Crew.
Sergio Tacchini guidos,
Bon Jovi chicks.
Who's that?
Roid boys, juiceheads.
Oh, those are the Fry Guys.
Because of, like, McDonald's
and...
- They're all fried.
- Bingo.
Those are the Nicks.
- Basketball?
- Greek.
Whitestone Lanes is the
Glow-in-the-Dark Girls.
Hot guidettes with the neon.
That'd be your spot.
You think so?
Definitely. I could definitely
see you as a Glow-In-The-Dark.
Ahh...
We should probably head up.
Head up where?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mint.
Sick.
They're impressed.
They should be. It's a 3.8-liter
sequential fuel injection turbo.
That sounds... fast.
It's the fuckin' Millennium
Falcon.
Which would make you Solo.
Look at you with the
"Star Wars"!
- Why, 'cause I'm a girl?
- Yeah.
- Ouch!
- Sexist.
So can it make the jump?
- The jump?
- To hyperspace.
Why don't you find out
for yourself?
(ENGINES REVVING)
Relax.
You're in good hands.
(ENGINES REVVING)
Three...
Two...
One.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
You okay?
Whoo!
Fuck, yes.
You hungry?
Starved.
Thank you.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Be nice or I'll kick your ass.
- The usual.
- Same.
Oh um, I'll have the Mykonos
salad with grilled chicken.
Hold the onions, please.
- And to drink?
- Uh, Diet Coke.
How's the French Dip?
Very good.
I'll do that.
And a Sprite.
What?
So, Jessica...
How's your salad?
It's delicious, would you
like a bite?
No, thank you.
So I hear you're from Great
Neck.
- I am.
- That's cool.
Not really, it's pretty much
the opposite.
Oh, shit!
- ANT: Oh, shit!
- GIO: Fuck yeah!
Lennie!
- You like baseball?
- I do.
- All right, good girl.
- Yankees all the way!
What the fuck, Yankees?
- Get the fuck outta here!
- Yankees suck!
- Don Mattingly, baby!
- What a bunch of fuckin' scrubs.
Ooh, Dan Pasqua, Bobby Meacham.
At least they're not a bunch
of cokeheads.
- Excuse me.
- What'd you just say?
- Gooden, Hernandez, Strawberry...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Mookie Wilson? You're telling
me Mookie does blow?
- Mookie's clean, man.
- Fine, one guy.
Don Mattingly, he fuckin' sucks
off donkeys.
I don't think he does.
Now, Gary Carter on the
other hand...
Whoa, whoa!
I mean she was hot, but not
enough...
to get me to sit through
fuckin' "Dirty Dancing".
Fuckin' Heather Locklear
couldn't get me...
to sit through that shit.
I saw it and I actually
liked it.
Says the person with the vagina.
What's the damage?
Like nine, ten each.
But you got the French Dip.
All right.
Gold card.
From my dad, he wants me to
start building credit.
- I got you.
- You sure?
- Absolutely.
- Thanks.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- You, too.
He's so cute.
- Who? Anthony?
- Yeah.
- He gets all ladies.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I like his car.
He's got it says "Greek God"
on the license plate.
Because he's a Greek god.
CARBONE: Yo.
What's up?
C'mere.
What do you want?
C'mere.
Be right back.
What?
What the fuck?
Check it.
No stealing at the diner,
strict rule.
EX-550, on a plate.
I got...
It'll take two seconds.
I don't want her to...
See what you do?
Fast.
Let's go.
Must be some kind of release.
Dude, hurry the fuck up.
Okay, scoot over, Jesus Christ!
Got it.
Son of a bitch.
Minchia!
Gotcha, bitch.
JESSICA: Gio, I left my lip
gloss in the diner.
What are you doing?
- We were just, uh...
- Stealing a radio.
What? It's what we do.
We steal car radios.
I'm sorry.
You never should've seen that.
My dad got his radio stolen...
I wonder if you took it.
Is that what you were doing
in Great Neck?
Look, Jess...
So how does it work?
How does what work?
Stealing radios.
You're asking me how it works?
For our next date.
Show me.
You got your Becker, your
Alpine and your Blaupunkt.
Those are the Big Three, okay?
BMWs come factory with
Blaupunkt.
You see a Beemer, there's gonna
be a Blaupunkt inside.
Same with Mercedes and the
Becker.
So those are the two
you look for?
Not necessarily.
They're worth a lot, but they're
kind of a pain in the ass.
You gotta rip 'em out,
wires and all.
Benzis, you just grab
and go.
- The pull-outs.
- Yeah.
Don't people take those
with 'em?
Nine times out of ten,
they're under the seat.
So Benzi's the way to go.
But you don't know what
you're gonna get.
Bust into a Saab with a hole
in the dash...
there could be a Kenwood
under the driver seat...
or it could be
some piece-of-shit Delco.
Fuckin' radio roulette.
Do nice cars ever have shit
radios?
Ooh, all the time, and the
reverse...
you could see some piece of shit
Gremlin with a Nakamichi in it.
Nakamichi, that's good?
That's the magic, purple
unicorn.
This is wild.
So, like, how do you break in?
Metal bar, slips right
in the door.
- You don't smash the window?
- That's for amateurs.
- What if an alarm goes off?
- You run.
- Have you ever been caught?
- Never.
- Would you go to jail?
- Not for long.
Oh, my god.
All right, let's do it.
Right.
You see a "No Radio" sign,
you know what that means?
Radio.
Wait, give it to me.
You said you were gonna show me
how it's done.
- Show you.
- I wanna do it.
- Are you serious?
- Give me the fucking bar.
All right. Feel it.
Listen.
Hook it.
It's okay, I'm your lookout.
It's not here, there is nothing.
Check under the passenger seat.
- They must've taken it.
- Pop the trunk.
- How?
- Left, by the brights.
Okay.
- Panasonic 410.
- Is that good?
It's a nice deck.
So, now what?
You take it.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Hurry!
Get it! Go, go, go!
(MOANING)
I'm so happy I met you.
My summer was sucking majorly
until you came along.
Happy I could help.
Let's go to the city.
Manhattan?
Tomorrow. We'll hit the Village.
Sure.
Do you go much?
To the city? Y'know...
You?
As much as humanly possible.
CARBONE: Whoo! Look at you!
Where you goin'?
Catching a train.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Are you ready boy?
You came into my life
The look in your eyes
took me by surprise
It's you and nobody else
Your love has made me so
blind I can't see
I am descending
From heaven above
So catch me
I'm falling baby
Hold onto my love
Catch me I'm falling
Catch me now I'm falling
Catch me I'm falling
I never heard of a single
fuckin' one of these.
Trust.
Around here's my first choice.
I'm sure my parents would rather
get me a studio...
on the Upper East, but no way.
We'll probably end up
compromising on Gramercy.
I'm sure they'll insist
on a building with a doorman.
They want me to find an
investment property...
we can buy with my
Bat Mitzvah money.
I figure I'll start with
a gallery job...
unpaid for a year or two,
but who cares, y'know?
Be an assistant, work in Soho.
Castelli, Mary Boone, that's how
you get in the door.
Make connections, build a rep.
I'm gonna open my own gallery...
one day and discover the next
Basquiat.
- Who?
- Jean-Michel Basquiat.
Oh, we are covering it
all today.
Jean-Michel. What is he, French?
He's Haitian, he's from
Brooklyn.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
He was a graffiti kid,
dropped out of high school.
Sounds familiar.
Maybe you're in training to be
the next great artist.
Except I can't paint for shit.
Not that that stopped him.
Picasso said it took him four
years to paint like Raphael...
but a lifetime to paint
like a child.
Mm, all I know is, this guy
needs some fuckin' lessons.
Yeah, well...
Tell that to the guy who just
paid $50,000 for one.
Fifty grand?
So what do you wanna do?
I don't know. Maybe go grab
some dinner?
No, with your life.
My life?
Yeah, you can't be a radio thief
forever.
I don't know. I haven't really
thought about it.
How is that possible?
I'm just kinda livin', ya' know?
Okay... if you could do anything
you wanted...
- I can't.
- Sure you can.
- Says who?
- Says me, you're so smart.
What?
What's so funny?
I just... I've been called
a lot of things.
You're totally smart, you just
haven't been exposed.
Exposed to what?
To the world, fucking New York!
You really think I'm smart?
Yeah.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through
with a bolt of blue
- It's no problem of mine
- (PHONE RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Did you listen?
I just put it on.
What do you think?
It's cool, it's like freestyle,
only totally different.
Where they from?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
England.
Yeah? I like it.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Look at you! A New Order fan!
Every time I see you
falling
I get down on my knees
and pray
I'm waiting for that
final moment
You say the words
that I can't say
(MUSIC CHANGES)
OPERATOR (OVER SPEAKER): We are now
approaching Flushing-Main Street.
We are now approaching
Flushing-Main Street.
This is my stop.
Have fun tonight?
So... where'd you two
lovebirds go?
- The city.
- The city.
- What?
- Nothing.
What are you gettin' at?
Nothing, just catching up,
ain't seen you in a while.
What are you, my wife?
Sounds like you already got one
of those.
Fuck off.
I'm just lookin' out for you,
is all.
Oh, is that what you're doing?
This chick, she don't take you
serious.
- You don't know.
- She thinks she's better than us.
- No, she doesn't.
- I saw her at the diner...
throwing around her fucking
Gold Card like she's the shit.
- She was paying.
- She doesn't carry cash.
You're a fuckin' idiot.
You actually think she's
serious about you?
You think she's keeping you
around when she goes back...
to her fancy-ass college
in the fall?
You're a summer toy, her Guido
bad-boy.
Nothing else.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP)
ACTOR (OVER SPEAKER): We are
here to ruin ourselves and...
to break our hearts and love
the wrong people and die...
I mean, the story books
are bullshit!
Now I want you to come upstairs
with me and get in my bed!
That was fuckin' awesome!
I'm in love with you.
Snap out of it!
(MUSIC FADES UP)
What are you in the mood for?
Italian.
I got just the place.
(ENGINE STARTING)
You are gonna love this joint,
best Italian in the whole city.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Here Come the Cover Girls.
We'll also be hearing from
First Circle...
"Fascinated" from Company B,
new music from Cameo.
Anything else? I wanna know!
Is this your...
Hey, Ma, got room for two more?
This is Jessica.
Mangia.
You're not gonna believe.
Delizioso!
Buon appetito. Buon appetito.
- Salut.
- Salut.
- Salut.
- Salut.
Jessica, where you and Gio meet?
Um... actually, we met
at Carvel.
On the bully.
You from-a Whitestone?
- Great Neck.
- Great Neck.
Mm-hm.
You last name, what's you last
name?
- Weinberg.
- Weinberg.
She's Jewish.
Jewish? She look Italian.
- The nose.
- The nose, yeah.
Actually, I get that a lot.
When I was in Rome last summer,
everybody thought I was a local.
You were in Rome?
Mm, family vacation.
I love Italy. It's where
I got interested in art.
You-a artist?
No, uh, I'm studying in school,
Art History.
She goes to Brown.
Brown? (SPEAKING ITALIAN)
It's a really good school
in Rhode Island... Ivy League.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
It's like the best schools in the
country, Harvard, Yale, all those.
Scuola buona.
Smart, too, huh?
Right?
I like her, Gio. Bene.
- FATHER: Gio. Salut.
- Grazie.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- Salut.
- Salut.
My mom's a pisser.
She is.
She liked you, I could tell.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Coming up, that one...
on the right.
(ENGINE IDLES)
(WHISTLING)
Nice pad.
Give me a little tour?
Some other time.
Hey.
Sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
Let's hit the bully.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
- Glass Joe.
- Right.
- Von Kaiser, Piston Honda...
- Yes, yes.
- Don Flamenco, King Hippo...
- Right.
Great Tiger, Bald Bull...
- Piston Honda rematch.
- No, no!
Soda Popinski, Bald Bull
rematch... Sandman.
Oh, my god, forgot the Don
Flamenco rematch.
- There's no rematch.
- Yeah, there is, full circle.
- No, you only fight him once.
- Oh my god, remember the...
There is no rematch!
There is no rematch!
(ENGINE REVVING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
I remember when we first
started
You came to me and you were
brokenhearted
I took you in and wiped all
your tears away
I gave you loving more
than any other gave
Don't you know I'm the one
And I love you girl
I don't care what they say
You know you are my world
Come back home to the one
who loves you more and more
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Hey, what's up,
it's Jessica, you know what to do.
Yo, Jess, wassup, um, just
calling to check in.
Got kind of a weird vibe there
at the end of the night.
Hope everything's cool.
Anyway, gimme a call.
All right, later.
Yeah, you. You listen to Michael
Jackson, too.
Beat it, beat it!
What the fuck? Don't fuckin'
use metaphors around me!
I don't fuckin like them.
I don't know what the fuck
you mean! I trip on my shoulder.
You got my eye and the next
thing that I knew
I was in love
I was so in love with you
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Hey, what's up,
it's Jessica, you know what to do.
Yo, Jess, what's up? I was just
callin to see what you're up to.
I was wondering if maybe you
wanted to catch a movie.
- Anyway...
- Hi.
Jessica, hey.
Sorry, I was in the other room.
Oh, where you been?
I haven't talked to you
for a few days.
I was wondering if maybe you
wanted to watch a movie.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Uh, when?
Tonight.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Oh, tonight, tonight's no good.
What about tomorrow, then?
- Um...
- No good, either?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Yeah, no, I'm
just kinda nuts getting ready.
For what?
School, I'm going back
in two weeks.
Wow... that soon?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Yeah, classes start
the 26th, and I have to set up...
my apartment and everything,
so, y'know...
Yeah, gotcha.
Just trying to take care
of a million things at once.
GIO (OVER PHONE):
Sure, I'm sure.
- JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Anyway...
- Look.
Yeah?
Ah, nothing.
Nah. Nevermind.
What? Tell me.
I just... I just I had
a little idea.
What kind of an idea?
I'm wondering if maybe you
wanted to come along...
on something a little more
interesting, you know...
one last, little adventure
before you shuffle off.
Such as?
- Stealing a car.
- A car? You steal cars?
All the time.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
That sounds kinda...
Dangerous? Exciting?
Whaddaya say?
Little something to shock your
buddies back at Brown...?
These fish can't fuckin'
stay alive.
- I need your help.
- With what?
- Show me how to steal a car.
- Why do you want to st...
You're kidding.
God. Why don't you just fuckin'
shoot Reagan to impress her?
Worked for John Hinckley Jr.
Just fuckin' show me, all right?
Flathead screwdriver. At least
a quarter-inch thick.
No.
No. No.
I don't know what a quarter...
Thank you, Hammer.
Now, just like the birds
and the bees. Penis.
Vagina.
Tap-tap.
Anthony!
Whatta you boys doing?
We're just stealing your car!
No, he's joking.
Dude, what the fuck?
Now, give it a little love tap.
Tap-tap.
Clockwise Twist.
Oh, shit! Wow!
Yeah. Any late-model Toyota,
this'll work.
Corolla, Camry, Celica...
Where you gonna go?
On your date?
I know the perfect spot.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(PLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)
Since it's your first time...
we'll start with something
basic.
Like what?
Toyotas are pretty straight
forward.
A Corolla, there you go.
JESSICA: Oh, Jesus.
All right.
Just like at Shea...
I got this.
- (LOCK CLICKS)
- (GASPS)
That's hot.
- Nice, hop in.
- Oh, my god.
Okay, now what?
Key slot... screwdriver...
hammer.
Stick it in, tap, tap, tap.
Clockwise twist.
- (ENGINE STARTING)
- Holy shit!
All right...
Hey, that's my car!
God!
What the fuck are you doing?
Me and A, we're goi''
to the Bahamas.
- Yeah, our flight's in an hour.
- What are you guys doing here?
Stealing a car.
Are you serious? Oh, shit!
Oh, no! Somebody call the
police!
Let's get the fuck outta here,
this is fuckin' crazy!
CARBONE: Let's get outta here!
SECURITY GUARD:
Hey! What are you doing?
- Oh, shit!
- Oh, fuck!
Open the door! Open the fuckin'
door!
Shit, he's coming! Come on!
Drive, drive, drive!
- CARBONE: Come on, come on!
- JESSICA: Okay, shut up!
GIO: Damn it!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, shit.
It's a Craig. Fuckin' cheap-ass,
piece of shit.
You see a nickel on the
sidewalk, you don't pick it up?
- What's that?
- What's what?
In there.
P-l-a-y if you play with me
It's at your risk girl
I'll set you free
Is it?
- Let me try!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Come on, come on, let me
get some.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
one at a time.
What's up?
Ladies first.
Sassy.
Right... watch and learn, boys.
- Taking notes.
- The Gold Card...
American Express...
don't do blow without it.
- Good?
- No.
It's fucking perfect.
Right?
This is, like, some Tony Montana
shit.
I think it's pure.
Alright, share with everybody
else! Come on!
Party on the bully!
- I wanna fuckin' dance!
- You wanna fuckin' dance, man?
- I wanna fuckin' dance!
- You're gonna fuckin' dance!
Ladies and gentlemen
the party has just begun
Wow look at all these
people
I wish I could dance
like that
Shake it
It must be great
We are here to have some fun
So get on up
We are here to have some fun
So get on up
We are here to have some fun
So get on up
Ho, ho, ho, motherfuckers!
We're rocking with your party
to the heavy sound
No leaning on the walls
whoever you are
No walking through the party
trying to act like a star
No walking through the party
trying to act like a star
So get on up
We are here
to have some fun
Hey!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Yes!
Go, Anthony!
- Yes!
- Anthony!
What you got, Frankie?
What you got?
Fuckin' come at 'em.
Get the fuck outta here!
He's a breakdancer!
Go back to Bay Ridge!
Get the fuck outta here!
(MUSIC FADES DOWN)
JESSICA: Oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.
- JESSICA: I'm gonna fall over.
- GIO: I got you. I got you.
I'm gonna fall off. I'm gonna
fall off. I'm gonna fall off.
- Pull me up, pull me up.
- I'll help you up, I'll help you.
- You askin' for it?
- Yes.
Come on! There you are.
What time is it?
- Uh... 1:00.
- 1:00?!
- What's up?
- I should go.
Oh, fuck that, it's early.
I got a ton to do tomorrow.
I don't wanna be a wreck.
C'mon, don't be lame!
Gio... don't.
- We're having a good time.
- I know.
- We always have a good time.
- I know.
So let's keep it going.
I got a busy day. I gotta pack,
I gotta help my mom buy a dress
for my cousin's wedding.
Not tonight, I don't just
mean tonight.
- I leave in a couple weeks.
- So?
I go to school in a different
state.
I got a car, a fuckin' fast one.
- How far is Providence?
- 180 miles.
Okay, that's like an hour drive.
Gio...
We're just...
We're just different.
What?
So, who gives a shit?
We are having a summer fling,
Gio.
- Stop, don't say that.
- We're having a summer fling.
What'd you think, we're gonna
get married?
I didn't say that.
I didn't say that.
It's been fun, really, really
fun, but, you know...
we're just on... different
tracks.
I'm not good enough
for your track?
- I didn't say that.
- What the...
I'm not fucking good enough
for your track?
Hey, I did not say that.
You know what I think?
I don't think this has shit
to do with tracks.
I think... it's because
you're a pussy.
Excuse me?
You like to act all Miss Rebel,
with your Washington Square...
and your New Order and your
little fuckin' art galleries...
but deep down, deep down...
you're scared.
- Oh, I'm scared of what?
- Of everything...
pissing off your parents,
freaking out your friends.
You like doing ballsy shit?
Stealing cars, doing blow?
I got something real ballsy
for you... date me...
be my fuckin' girlfriend,
now that'd be ballsy.
Yeah...
I didn't think so.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Good luck.
Have a nice life.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Does this look like a fuckin'
rental to you?
Shut the fuck up.
- Where is it?
- I can get it.
- Where the fuck is it?
- I'll bring it to you.
Verducci.
You'll bring us to it.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Move faster.
Come on, ring the bell.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Gio, thank fuckin' God!
- Anthony, listen...
- CARBONE: Yo, is that Gio?
Where the fuck you been, man?
We're fuckin' Jonesin'.
You got the stuff, man?
You got the ya-yo?
You don't have it?
You do, don't you?
Who's your friends?
Come on.
- Real smooth.
- All right.
So if you don't got it...
and you two fuckin' idiots
don't got it...
who the fuck's got it?
- I can get it.
- Who's got it?
Let me get it, I can be right
back with it.
- Still?
- What?
You're still fuckin' protecting
her?
- Protecting who?
- She's got nothin' to do with...
She's got everything to do
with this.
- What, your girlfriend got it?
- No.
- No, she don't got it?
- No, she's not my girlfriend.
Oh, so she's got it.
(BEEPER RINGS)
That her?
5-1-6, Long Island.
- Great Neck.
- Shut the fuck up!
Call her back.
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Hello?
Hey.
- JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Gio...
- What's up?
I hate how things ended.
It's okay.
You're right, I am a pussy.
I think I'm so fuckin' edgy
and rebellious...
Hey, it's all right.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
No, it's not.
This is awkward, can we talk
in person?
- GIO (OVER PHONE): No.
- I'm coming over.
Jessica, listen to me, do not...
I'm coming over, besides,
I have your coke.
I don't know how I ended
up with it...
but I can't leave it in here,
so...
- Jessica?
- ...I'll see you in a few.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
(MUSIC FADES UP)
What?
Hey! Thanks for coming!
Why don't you get out
of the car?
What's in the bag?
What the...
Is this a fucking joke?
- I told you not to come!
- I thought because you were mad.
Yeah I am mad, but mostly 'cause
the fucking gun to my head.
When you found this, there was
500 grams.
And now...
- Weight Watchers?
- It's all I could find.
You momos gave out... 75 grams
of coke tonight?
We're pretty fuckin' high.
Pretty fuckin' high?
Now... let's see what you owe.
75 grams... times $80 a gram.
Six grand.
ANT: Six grand? I ain't got six
grand!
Six grand, you owe me six grand!
- You could get that.
- Excuse me?
Ask your parents.
Oh, sure, "Mom, Dad, can
I borrow $6,000...
to pay back a drug dealer?"
Drug dealer?
Sorry.
I'm a fucking businessman.
Businessman. Entrepreneur.
One hour.
You give me one hour,
I'll get you the money.
JESSICA: Gio...
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Gio, how you doin'?
Yo, listen up!
We got somebody here looking
for a little pink-slip action.
Who here's got the cojones
to take on Gio Fortunato...
in a pink-slip race?
Winner take all, or car,
I should say.
Who's it gonna be?
Win, and you're the proud owner
of his fuckin' bad-ass...
Grand National, fastest car
on the strip.
Yeah, that's the problem.
Car length head start!
GIO: Two cars!
Three!
Right here!
This your Camaro? What's she
packin'?
- .305 Tuneport.
- You got the title?
Right in the glove box.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(ENGINES REVVING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
Yeah!
(LOUD CRASH)
(MUSIC CHANGES)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
The engine alone is worth six.
So long.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
JESSICA: I'm sorry.
It's okay... it's not your
fault.
Actually, it kinda is.
My fault?
The whole stealing-the-car
thing.
You invited me. I just came
along for one of your runs.
Nah, there was no run,
I don't steal cars.
I never stole a car in my life.
So then... why?
I just wanted to see you again.
I should go.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Get in.
Why?
Just get in.
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Mom, Dad... this is Gio...
my boyfriend.
Pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Weinberg.
Yo, Margot!
'Sup, Georgina!
See you guys later!
How was the drive?
Easy, no traffic.
- GIO: An hour, 45.
- (JESSICA SCOFFS)
GIO: What's so funny?
- JESSICA: An hour, 45?
- GIO: An hour, 45.
JESSICA: 180 miles.
GIO: What, this thing can fly,
for a V4, it's got some muscle.
JESSICA: That means you were
doing like 110 the entire way.
GIO: I wasn't like staring
at the speedometer.
JESSICA:
What time did you leave?
- GIO: 2:30.
- JESSICA: From where, Boston?
GIO: Whitestone, baby...
Whitestone fuckin' Queens.
I never said I wasn't gonna
tell nobody no baby
But desperate lover
I can't keep it to myself
Oh no
When we're together it's like
hot coals in a fire oh baby
My body's burning
so come on heat my desire
Come on come on
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
Come on come on
People get jealous 'cause
we always stay together
Yeah baby
I guess they really want a
love like yours and mine
Together forever
I never thought that I could
ever be this happy yeah baby
My prayers were answered boy
you came in the nick of time
Oh oh oh
I got this feeling that
you're going to stay
I never knew that it could
happen this way
Before I met you
I was falling apart
But now at last I really know
we're made of two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
Come on come on
I-I-I-I-I need you
I-I-I-I-I need you
I never said I wasn't gonna
tell nobody
No baby
But desperate lover
I can't keep it to myself
Oh no
When we're together it's like
hot coals in a fire
Oh baby
My body's burning
so come on heat my desire
Oh I got this feeling that
you're going to stay
I never knew that it could
happen this way
Before I met you I was
falling apart
But now at last I really know
we're made of two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
Come on come on two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts I need you
I need you two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts come on come on
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
New York's hottest summer ever!
No sweat! Hot 1-0-3...
the all-new Hot 103,
Broadway Bill Lee...
professional practitioner
of pronunciation.
CARBONE: Yo, Gio!
What time you thinkin'?
GIO: 8:00, 8:30.
8:00, 8:30!
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Get out of the yard...
and out to the boulevard
to cruise.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Jumping music slick deejays
fog machines and laser rays
Lookout weekend
'cause here I come
Because weekends were made
for fun
Jumping music slick deejays
fog machines and laser rays
Lookout weekend
'cause here I come
Because weekends were
made for fun
I work hard everyday
it's all work and no play
With the boss on my back
he don't give me any slack
- Yo.
- Yo.
Come on, let's do this!
Lookout weekend
'cause here I come
Because weekends
were made for fun
They're scopin'.
She's goin' for the
Pizzarama loop-around.
GIO: Let's get it!
- I got driver.
- I call passenger.
Fuck that. Gio takes driver,
I take passenger.
How come I always get
the loser in the back?
'Cause you're the loser
in the back.
(MOANING)
Look out weekend
'cause here I come
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Hot 103,
who's ready to party with me...
on the other end of the line
here?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Nancy Gonzalez.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Nancy, where you calling from?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Jersey City.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Are you ready
to see Lisa Lisa at Palladium?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Yeah! I'm working right now.
I just won some tickets
to Palladium.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Where do you work?
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
I work in an Exxon station.
- ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Really?
- NANCY (OVER RADIO): Yeah!
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): Now we're
pumpin' up the volume, pump!
Headin' up!
Kick some ass!
NANCY (OVER RADIO):
Hot 103! Thank you!
Go, Gio! Whoo!
From you whenever you're
around
Sweet dreams could not
be better
Yo! Gio! You gonna smoke 'em
tonight or what?
- Che cazzo!
- Every night, man.
- How you guys doin'?
- Wanna see my boy, T?
- Yeah, where's he at?
- Come on, he's over here.
- All right.
- Yo, T!
GIRL: Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey, hey, ladies, how you doin'?
What's up, bro?
What do you got tonight?
Kid from Brooklyn,
Z-28 with a 350...
4.10 Gears. Nothin' you
can't handle.
You got it.
- All right, bro.
- Good?
- Good luck.
- Got it.
Fuckin' smoke 'em tonight,
okay?
Fuckin' smoke 'em.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Yo!
Yeah, man!
You're the fucking man, Gio!
Congrats!
Thanks, Ange.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Are you okay?
Uh, yeah, why?
It's been like... 15 minutes.
Do you want me to keep going?
Uh, sure.
(ENGINE IDLING)
So, uh, what are you doin' now?
Probably grab some food.
North Shore?
Sorry... full booth tonight.
Yeah, bullshit it's full!
No, I'm not seeing Robocop.
I know, I hate cops
and I hate robots.
Guys, I know I sound
like a broken record, but...
The Princess Bride is like
the best thing...
I've seen in like five years.
You don't wanna tell people
that.
I saw it with my father
last weekend.
- That makes it...
- Now I'm thinking about it...
- nonstop, it was so good.
- That makes it even worst.
- Saw it last week with my father?
- They're not fuckin' into it.
- Hey, Didi.
- Didi!
- The usual.
- The same.
I'll have the same.
What was that?
- What?
- The menu?
I was just... wondering what
else they have.
After three years of coming
here?
Yeah, maybe there's
something else.
Better than a double
cheeseburger deluxe...
side of disco fries and a Coke?
Not... better just...
different.
Cubbies comin' to town
this week.
- GIO: Yeah?
- ANT: Mm-hm.
Gonna be a lot of nice cars,
Benzis, Beemers.
- We should do a run.
- Definitely.
Let me come.
Again, Ant?
Why not?
You know why, you'd fuck it up.
You don't know that.
What we do, you gotta be cool
under pressure.
It takes a certain amount
of cool. And you...
You ain't exactly Steve
McQueen.
No, yeah, you're not Bullitt.
Okay I have other skills
though... I've, I've...
Like what?
I can fit through windows better
than you guys can...
fuckin', beefy gorilla-type.
Ladies like it.
Ladies like it, a certain kind
of lady, not a very smart lady.
Are you sayin' we don't get
smart chicks?
I'm saying there's a
correlation...
between the kind of hot girls
you get...
and the kind, dumb girls
you get.
Wow! Correlation, that's a big
word!
Thank you. I've been studying,
my brother's got a Thesaurus.
Jesus!
He does.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): El Sid, turning up
the heat, he has now struck out six...
in four and two thirds innings
and the first two hits...
(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP)
(DISTANT CROWD CHEERING)
Woo!
What's up, Vic?
Lenny, watch the counter.
Let's see what you got.
Not bad. Not bad.
Where you go?
Out.
- (SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- Time to eat.
I'm gonna get a slice
with the boys.
No, you eat with the famiglia.
What?
- All you do is go out...
- (SPEAKING ITALIAN)
It's Friday night, of course
I'm gonna go out.
Ogni sera, Friday night, every
night, every night...
Friday night, you go out
every night!
You gotta think of the future,
Gio, il futuro!
Come on, Pa, the future speech
again?
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Look-a you brotha. He go to da
college, he go to da school.
He use-a the brain. Come on!
Gio, your brotha, he studied
the business, right?
He got a nice girl.
I got a girl, I got lots
of girls.
Gio, a nice girl.
Some of 'em are real nice.
What kinda girl you think
you gonna find...
on the street, on the
boulevard?
Una puttana!
Huh? You think I meet-ah you
mother on the street?
- Come on!
- I'll see you guys later.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- Where you go?
- Out!
- Finish your meal!
- I will get a slice!
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Yo.
They're scopin'.
She's goin' for Pizzarama!
No U-ey?
Cupcake's playin' hard
to get.
And what I witnessed
from your heart
'Cause I knew baby girl
it was ready to start
A fantasy that was all
so true
The way I felt girl I knew
Fuck!
That's a nice piece
of braciole.
You were made for me
Oh fantasy girl
You're my fantasy girl
I need you tonight
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Oh fantasy girl
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Oh, shit!
The way you look
the way you smile
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Aw, fuck!
Oh...
Good evening, Officer Brant.
What did we talk about the
other night, Gio?
The catalytic converter.
Oh, uh... it's attached.
I can hear your exhaust
from Flushing.
You think I cut off my
converter?
Oh, come on!
Attach it.
Seventy fuckin' five?
- Jesus!
- What? What, dollars?
Yeah, I...
No, drachmas, you fuckin' goon,
what is wrong with you?
Dude, what the fuck, you don't
have to yell.
I'm gettin' a cone.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
The same, old music...
Look, I don't care what you say,
Cookie Puss is not a cat.
Dude, why would they call him
"Puss" if he wasn't a cat?
He's a space alien, do you not
see the commercial?
He's a space alien... he's
a cat from outer space!
Yeah... what, what are you doing?
Oof... that is a one,
lucky cone.
- What's your name?
- Francesca.
Francesca what?
Russo.
Francesca Russo.
All right, just to give you
a heads up...
in about a year, it's gonna
be Francesca Fortunato.
- Is that so?
- Just thought you should know...
in case you, you know,
order new checks and whatnot.
- That's very considerate of you.
- I'm a very considerate guy.
Where you from, Francesca?
- Brooklyn.
- Brooklyn, nice.
Where exact?
- Bay Ridge.
- Bay Ridge.
You got the Verrazano, we got
the Whitestone, mini version.
Do you come here often?
Ah, y'know...
How's it I never seen you?
Lotta people...
I'da noticed you.
Gio.
- Fortunato.
- Hm, smart girl.
- So, when's the wedding?
- You and me?
As soon as possible.
- Where are you going?
- Dress shopping.
Can I get your number?
Nah.
Well, how about I give you
my beeper?
No, I'm good... I'll...
(ENGINE STARTING)
I'll see you at the chapel.
You seriously don't want
my beeper?
Are you fuckin' kidding me?
Go get her, Romeo!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
What do you want?
What do you think he wants?
He wants to... fuck you!
Is she right?
You want to fuck me?
I mean... yeah.
Wait. You're not actually...
Okay.
Okay...?
Okay, let's fuck.
(MOANING)
GIO: Aw, fuck!
Do I get your number now?
That's my beeper.
Are you hungry?
Me and my boys are gonna
hit the diner.
You're welcome to come.
ANT: She said no?
You invited her to the diner
and she said no.
Maybe she's playing hard to get.
Who plays hard to get
after you fuck them?
Guys... every guy on Earth.
It makes no sense. She liked me.
- Did she come?
- Of course, she came.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
I don't know, cuz.
Doesn't sound like Cabriolet
got properly dicked.
Fuck off!
Get that Carbone bastone,
know what I'm saying?
- (PHONE RINGS)
- Huh?
I'm guessing that wasn't...
(CALL RINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE (OVER PHONE): We're
sorry, you have reached a number...
that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.
If you feel you have reached
this recording in error...
please check the number
and try your call again.
No fucking way!
Yeah, it's impossible.
It's like... like two plus two
equals five.
Are you gonna eat your pizza?
CARBONE: Aw, it happens, cuz.
Not to Gio Fortunato.
- Maybe she wrote it down wrong.
- Her own number?
Oh, hell yes!
Porsches are tough.
Not for Chris Carbone.
Remember that 944, at the
temple?
Just pull the fuck over!
Fuckin' idiot, hurry up!
Jesus Christ.
You're spotted.
Let's go!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- (GLASS SMASHING)
- (CAR ALARM BLARING)
What the fuck you doin'?
God-fucking-damn it.
Fucking idiot.
Fucking asshole! Get in the
fuckin' car!
- Whoo!
- Are you fuckin' crazy?
- Jesus Christ!
- I got it, though!
- Fuckin' Nakamichi, bro!
- Oh, shit!
- That's what I'm talking about!
- Yeah!
Fuck, yeah! Whoa, yeah!
Three hundo, easy, cuz.
Video Vic's gonna cream his
fuckin' sweatpants.
- What the fuck?
- What are you doing?
Hello?
Depeche Mode.
When? They just announced. Two
at the Garden, one at Nassau.
Francesca... Francesca!
Francesca?
Oh my God, is that... him?
Your Italian stallion?
Hey...
I'm not really Francesca.
My name's Jessica... Jessica
Weinberg.
Francesca's my bad-girl alias,
yes.
Oh my God!
The fuck was that?
Cabriolet.
That's Cabriolet?
Fuckin' JAP was playing
dress-up.
Thought it'd be fun to play
guidette for a night.
Take a little walk on the
wild side, cunt!
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(BEEPER RINGS)
And... Manny...
Thanks, Mom, it's good.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Hot steamy night alone
I wait for you
Cold brittle morning alone
and I cry for you
(BEEPER RINGS)
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Hello?
Yeah, I got a call from this
number?
Gio?
GIO (OVER PHONE):
And this is...?
Uh... Jessica.
Francesca-Jessica.
What do you want?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): I just wanted
to call and say "I'm sorry."
I-I didn't think I would ever
see you again.
Surprise, surprise.
You must think I'm such
an asshole.
GIO (OVER PHONE):
Nah.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Jappy, little suburban girl...
having her little adventure
in Queens.
Well, yeah, pretty much.
I actually had a really
good time.
It was the most fun
I've had all summer.
It's so boring in Great Neck,
you can't imagine.
Why do you live there?
I'm just home for the summer.
Yeah?
I'm in college, I go to Brown.
Oh... Brown...
okay... um... where's that at?
Rhode Island...
I should've stayed in Providence
this summer.
What the hell was I thinking?
I don't know...
maybe you were thinking
you'd meet a real, cool guy.
So tell me something,
Jessica Weinberg...
Yeah?
GIO (CONT'D):
Why are you calling me?
I told you... to apologize.
GIO (OVER PHONE):
Nah, that can't be it.
What do you mean?
You want something more.
Like?
GIO (OVER PHONE):
You wanna see me again.
Oh... do I?
You do... told ya'.
I didn't say anything!
GIO (OVER PHONE): Oh, yes,
you did, you said it all.
Oh, my God!
GIO (CONT'D): Look, you're obviously
curious about the scene.
The scene?
The scene, the boulevard,
Franny Lew.
Why don't you come back...
I'll give you a grand tour,
show you the routine.
- There's a routine?
- Of course, there's a routine.
- When?
- Tonight.
You're going tonight?
I go every night.
We can't use my car tonight.
What's up?
It's all booked out.
Girl?
Cabriolet?
Are you fucking kidding me, man?
- We talked, it's all good.
- You're joking.
- She's cool.
- She's a fucking bitch!
That kosher pussy's gone to your
fuckin' brain!
Hit the beat now
Lost in emotion
First thing you do, take a
little lap around the bully.
- The bully?
- The boulevard, Franny Lew.
Ahh.
Do a once-and-back, scope out
the scene.
What are we looking for?
Just seein' who's out.
That's the Carvel Crew.
Sergio Tacchini guidos,
Bon Jovi chicks.
Who's that?
Roid boys, juiceheads.
Oh, those are the Fry Guys.
Because of, like, McDonald's
and...
- They're all fried.
- Bingo.
Those are the Nicks.
- Basketball?
- Greek.
Whitestone Lanes is the
Glow-in-the-Dark Girls.
Hot guidettes with the neon.
That'd be your spot.
You think so?
Definitely. I could definitely
see you as a Glow-In-The-Dark.
Ahh...
We should probably head up.
Head up where?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mint.
Sick.
They're impressed.
They should be. It's a 3.8-liter
sequential fuel injection turbo.
That sounds... fast.
It's the fuckin' Millennium
Falcon.
Which would make you Solo.
Look at you with the
"Star Wars"!
- Why, 'cause I'm a girl?
- Yeah.
- Ouch!
- Sexist.
So can it make the jump?
- The jump?
- To hyperspace.
Why don't you find out
for yourself?
(ENGINES REVVING)
Relax.
You're in good hands.
(ENGINES REVVING)
Three...
Two...
One.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
You okay?
Whoo!
Fuck, yes.
You hungry?
Starved.
Thank you.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Be nice or I'll kick your ass.
- The usual.
- Same.
Oh um, I'll have the Mykonos
salad with grilled chicken.
Hold the onions, please.
- And to drink?
- Uh, Diet Coke.
How's the French Dip?
Very good.
I'll do that.
And a Sprite.
What?
So, Jessica...
How's your salad?
It's delicious, would you
like a bite?
No, thank you.
So I hear you're from Great
Neck.
- I am.
- That's cool.
Not really, it's pretty much
the opposite.
Oh, shit!
- ANT: Oh, shit!
- GIO: Fuck yeah!
Lennie!
- You like baseball?
- I do.
- All right, good girl.
- Yankees all the way!
What the fuck, Yankees?
- Get the fuck outta here!
- Yankees suck!
- Don Mattingly, baby!
- What a bunch of fuckin' scrubs.
Ooh, Dan Pasqua, Bobby Meacham.
At least they're not a bunch
of cokeheads.
- Excuse me.
- What'd you just say?
- Gooden, Hernandez, Strawberry...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Mookie Wilson? You're telling
me Mookie does blow?
- Mookie's clean, man.
- Fine, one guy.
Don Mattingly, he fuckin' sucks
off donkeys.
I don't think he does.
Now, Gary Carter on the
other hand...
Whoa, whoa!
I mean she was hot, but not
enough...
to get me to sit through
fuckin' "Dirty Dancing".
Fuckin' Heather Locklear
couldn't get me...
to sit through that shit.
I saw it and I actually
liked it.
Says the person with the vagina.
What's the damage?
Like nine, ten each.
But you got the French Dip.
All right.
Gold card.
From my dad, he wants me to
start building credit.
- I got you.
- You sure?
- Absolutely.
- Thanks.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- You, too.
He's so cute.
- Who? Anthony?
- Yeah.
- He gets all ladies.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I like his car.
He's got it says "Greek God"
on the license plate.
Because he's a Greek god.
CARBONE: Yo.
What's up?
C'mere.
What do you want?
C'mere.
Be right back.
What?
What the fuck?
Check it.
No stealing at the diner,
strict rule.
EX-550, on a plate.
I got...
It'll take two seconds.
I don't want her to...
See what you do?
Fast.
Let's go.
Must be some kind of release.
Dude, hurry the fuck up.
Okay, scoot over, Jesus Christ!
Got it.
Son of a bitch.
Minchia!
Gotcha, bitch.
JESSICA: Gio, I left my lip
gloss in the diner.
What are you doing?
- We were just, uh...
- Stealing a radio.
What? It's what we do.
We steal car radios.
I'm sorry.
You never should've seen that.
My dad got his radio stolen...
I wonder if you took it.
Is that what you were doing
in Great Neck?
Look, Jess...
So how does it work?
How does what work?
Stealing radios.
You're asking me how it works?
For our next date.
Show me.
You got your Becker, your
Alpine and your Blaupunkt.
Those are the Big Three, okay?
BMWs come factory with
Blaupunkt.
You see a Beemer, there's gonna
be a Blaupunkt inside.
Same with Mercedes and the
Becker.
So those are the two
you look for?
Not necessarily.
They're worth a lot, but they're
kind of a pain in the ass.
You gotta rip 'em out,
wires and all.
Benzis, you just grab
and go.
- The pull-outs.
- Yeah.
Don't people take those
with 'em?
Nine times out of ten,
they're under the seat.
So Benzi's the way to go.
But you don't know what
you're gonna get.
Bust into a Saab with a hole
in the dash...
there could be a Kenwood
under the driver seat...
or it could be
some piece-of-shit Delco.
Fuckin' radio roulette.
Do nice cars ever have shit
radios?
Ooh, all the time, and the
reverse...
you could see some piece of shit
Gremlin with a Nakamichi in it.
Nakamichi, that's good?
That's the magic, purple
unicorn.
This is wild.
So, like, how do you break in?
Metal bar, slips right
in the door.
- You don't smash the window?
- That's for amateurs.
- What if an alarm goes off?
- You run.
- Have you ever been caught?
- Never.
- Would you go to jail?
- Not for long.
Oh, my god.
All right, let's do it.
Right.
You see a "No Radio" sign,
you know what that means?
Radio.
Wait, give it to me.
You said you were gonna show me
how it's done.
- Show you.
- I wanna do it.
- Are you serious?
- Give me the fucking bar.
All right. Feel it.
Listen.
Hook it.
It's okay, I'm your lookout.
It's not here, there is nothing.
Check under the passenger seat.
- They must've taken it.
- Pop the trunk.
- How?
- Left, by the brights.
Okay.
- Panasonic 410.
- Is that good?
It's a nice deck.
So, now what?
You take it.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Hurry!
Get it! Go, go, go!
(MOANING)
I'm so happy I met you.
My summer was sucking majorly
until you came along.
Happy I could help.
Let's go to the city.
Manhattan?
Tomorrow. We'll hit the Village.
Sure.
Do you go much?
To the city? Y'know...
You?
As much as humanly possible.
CARBONE: Whoo! Look at you!
Where you goin'?
Catching a train.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Are you ready boy?
You came into my life
The look in your eyes
took me by surprise
It's you and nobody else
Your love has made me so
blind I can't see
I am descending
From heaven above
So catch me
I'm falling baby
Hold onto my love
Catch me I'm falling
Catch me now I'm falling
Catch me I'm falling
I never heard of a single
fuckin' one of these.
Trust.
Around here's my first choice.
I'm sure my parents would rather
get me a studio...
on the Upper East, but no way.
We'll probably end up
compromising on Gramercy.
I'm sure they'll insist
on a building with a doorman.
They want me to find an
investment property...
we can buy with my
Bat Mitzvah money.
I figure I'll start with
a gallery job...
unpaid for a year or two,
but who cares, y'know?
Be an assistant, work in Soho.
Castelli, Mary Boone, that's how
you get in the door.
Make connections, build a rep.
I'm gonna open my own gallery...
one day and discover the next
Basquiat.
- Who?
- Jean-Michel Basquiat.
Oh, we are covering it
all today.
Jean-Michel. What is he, French?
He's Haitian, he's from
Brooklyn.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
He was a graffiti kid,
dropped out of high school.
Sounds familiar.
Maybe you're in training to be
the next great artist.
Except I can't paint for shit.
Not that that stopped him.
Picasso said it took him four
years to paint like Raphael...
but a lifetime to paint
like a child.
Mm, all I know is, this guy
needs some fuckin' lessons.
Yeah, well...
Tell that to the guy who just
paid $50,000 for one.
Fifty grand?
So what do you wanna do?
I don't know. Maybe go grab
some dinner?
No, with your life.
My life?
Yeah, you can't be a radio thief
forever.
I don't know. I haven't really
thought about it.
How is that possible?
I'm just kinda livin', ya' know?
Okay... if you could do anything
you wanted...
- I can't.
- Sure you can.
- Says who?
- Says me, you're so smart.
What?
What's so funny?
I just... I've been called
a lot of things.
You're totally smart, you just
haven't been exposed.
Exposed to what?
To the world, fucking New York!
You really think I'm smart?
Yeah.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through
with a bolt of blue
- It's no problem of mine
- (PHONE RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Did you listen?
I just put it on.
What do you think?
It's cool, it's like freestyle,
only totally different.
Where they from?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
England.
Yeah? I like it.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Look at you! A New Order fan!
Every time I see you
falling
I get down on my knees
and pray
I'm waiting for that
final moment
You say the words
that I can't say
(MUSIC CHANGES)
OPERATOR (OVER SPEAKER): We are now
approaching Flushing-Main Street.
We are now approaching
Flushing-Main Street.
This is my stop.
Have fun tonight?
So... where'd you two
lovebirds go?
- The city.
- The city.
- What?
- Nothing.
What are you gettin' at?
Nothing, just catching up,
ain't seen you in a while.
What are you, my wife?
Sounds like you already got one
of those.
Fuck off.
I'm just lookin' out for you,
is all.
Oh, is that what you're doing?
This chick, she don't take you
serious.
- You don't know.
- She thinks she's better than us.
- No, she doesn't.
- I saw her at the diner...
throwing around her fucking
Gold Card like she's the shit.
- She was paying.
- She doesn't carry cash.
You're a fuckin' idiot.
You actually think she's
serious about you?
You think she's keeping you
around when she goes back...
to her fancy-ass college
in the fall?
You're a summer toy, her Guido
bad-boy.
Nothing else.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP)
ACTOR (OVER SPEAKER): We are
here to ruin ourselves and...
to break our hearts and love
the wrong people and die...
I mean, the story books
are bullshit!
Now I want you to come upstairs
with me and get in my bed!
That was fuckin' awesome!
I'm in love with you.
Snap out of it!
(MUSIC FADES UP)
What are you in the mood for?
Italian.
I got just the place.
(ENGINE STARTING)
You are gonna love this joint,
best Italian in the whole city.
ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO):
Here Come the Cover Girls.
We'll also be hearing from
First Circle...
"Fascinated" from Company B,
new music from Cameo.
Anything else? I wanna know!
Is this your...
Hey, Ma, got room for two more?
This is Jessica.
Mangia.
You're not gonna believe.
Delizioso!
Buon appetito. Buon appetito.
- Salut.
- Salut.
- Salut.
- Salut.
Jessica, where you and Gio meet?
Um... actually, we met
at Carvel.
On the bully.
You from-a Whitestone?
- Great Neck.
- Great Neck.
Mm-hm.
You last name, what's you last
name?
- Weinberg.
- Weinberg.
She's Jewish.
Jewish? She look Italian.
- The nose.
- The nose, yeah.
Actually, I get that a lot.
When I was in Rome last summer,
everybody thought I was a local.
You were in Rome?
Mm, family vacation.
I love Italy. It's where
I got interested in art.
You-a artist?
No, uh, I'm studying in school,
Art History.
She goes to Brown.
Brown? (SPEAKING ITALIAN)
It's a really good school
in Rhode Island... Ivy League.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
It's like the best schools in the
country, Harvard, Yale, all those.
Scuola buona.
Smart, too, huh?
Right?
I like her, Gio. Bene.
- FATHER: Gio. Salut.
- Grazie.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- Salut.
- Salut.
My mom's a pisser.
She is.
She liked you, I could tell.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Coming up, that one...
on the right.
(ENGINE IDLES)
(WHISTLING)
Nice pad.
Give me a little tour?
Some other time.
Hey.
Sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
Let's hit the bully.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
- Glass Joe.
- Right.
- Von Kaiser, Piston Honda...
- Yes, yes.
- Don Flamenco, King Hippo...
- Right.
Great Tiger, Bald Bull...
- Piston Honda rematch.
- No, no!
Soda Popinski, Bald Bull
rematch... Sandman.
Oh, my god, forgot the Don
Flamenco rematch.
- There's no rematch.
- Yeah, there is, full circle.
- No, you only fight him once.
- Oh my god, remember the...
There is no rematch!
There is no rematch!
(ENGINE REVVING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
I remember when we first
started
You came to me and you were
brokenhearted
I took you in and wiped all
your tears away
I gave you loving more
than any other gave
Don't you know I'm the one
And I love you girl
I don't care what they say
You know you are my world
Come back home to the one
who loves you more and more
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Hey, what's up,
it's Jessica, you know what to do.
Yo, Jess, wassup, um, just
calling to check in.
Got kind of a weird vibe there
at the end of the night.
Hope everything's cool.
Anyway, gimme a call.
All right, later.
Yeah, you. You listen to Michael
Jackson, too.
Beat it, beat it!
What the fuck? Don't fuckin'
use metaphors around me!
I don't fuckin like them.
I don't know what the fuck
you mean! I trip on my shoulder.
You got my eye and the next
thing that I knew
I was in love
I was so in love with you
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Hey, what's up,
it's Jessica, you know what to do.
Yo, Jess, what's up? I was just
callin to see what you're up to.
I was wondering if maybe you
wanted to catch a movie.
- Anyway...
- Hi.
Jessica, hey.
Sorry, I was in the other room.
Oh, where you been?
I haven't talked to you
for a few days.
I was wondering if maybe you
wanted to watch a movie.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Uh, when?
Tonight.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Oh, tonight, tonight's no good.
What about tomorrow, then?
- Um...
- No good, either?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Yeah, no, I'm
just kinda nuts getting ready.
For what?
School, I'm going back
in two weeks.
Wow... that soon?
JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Yeah, classes start
the 26th, and I have to set up...
my apartment and everything,
so, y'know...
Yeah, gotcha.
Just trying to take care
of a million things at once.
GIO (OVER PHONE):
Sure, I'm sure.
- JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Anyway...
- Look.
Yeah?
Ah, nothing.
Nah. Nevermind.
What? Tell me.
I just... I just I had
a little idea.
What kind of an idea?
I'm wondering if maybe you
wanted to come along...
on something a little more
interesting, you know...
one last, little adventure
before you shuffle off.
Such as?
- Stealing a car.
- A car? You steal cars?
All the time.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
That sounds kinda...
Dangerous? Exciting?
Whaddaya say?
Little something to shock your
buddies back at Brown...?
These fish can't fuckin'
stay alive.
- I need your help.
- With what?
- Show me how to steal a car.
- Why do you want to st...
You're kidding.
God. Why don't you just fuckin'
shoot Reagan to impress her?
Worked for John Hinckley Jr.
Just fuckin' show me, all right?
Flathead screwdriver. At least
a quarter-inch thick.
No.
No. No.
I don't know what a quarter...
Thank you, Hammer.
Now, just like the birds
and the bees. Penis.
Vagina.
Tap-tap.
Anthony!
Whatta you boys doing?
We're just stealing your car!
No, he's joking.
Dude, what the fuck?
Now, give it a little love tap.
Tap-tap.
Clockwise Twist.
Oh, shit! Wow!
Yeah. Any late-model Toyota,
this'll work.
Corolla, Camry, Celica...
Where you gonna go?
On your date?
I know the perfect spot.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(PLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)
Since it's your first time...
we'll start with something
basic.
Like what?
Toyotas are pretty straight
forward.
A Corolla, there you go.
JESSICA: Oh, Jesus.
All right.
Just like at Shea...
I got this.
- (LOCK CLICKS)
- (GASPS)
That's hot.
- Nice, hop in.
- Oh, my god.
Okay, now what?
Key slot... screwdriver...
hammer.
Stick it in, tap, tap, tap.
Clockwise twist.
- (ENGINE STARTING)
- Holy shit!
All right...
Hey, that's my car!
God!
What the fuck are you doing?
Me and A, we're goi''
to the Bahamas.
- Yeah, our flight's in an hour.
- What are you guys doing here?
Stealing a car.
Are you serious? Oh, shit!
Oh, no! Somebody call the
police!
Let's get the fuck outta here,
this is fuckin' crazy!
CARBONE: Let's get outta here!
SECURITY GUARD:
Hey! What are you doing?
- Oh, shit!
- Oh, fuck!
Open the door! Open the fuckin'
door!
Shit, he's coming! Come on!
Drive, drive, drive!
- CARBONE: Come on, come on!
- JESSICA: Okay, shut up!
GIO: Damn it!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, shit.
It's a Craig. Fuckin' cheap-ass,
piece of shit.
You see a nickel on the
sidewalk, you don't pick it up?
- What's that?
- What's what?
In there.
P-l-a-y if you play with me
It's at your risk girl
I'll set you free
Is it?
- Let me try!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Come on, come on, let me
get some.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
one at a time.
What's up?
Ladies first.
Sassy.
Right... watch and learn, boys.
- Taking notes.
- The Gold Card...
American Express...
don't do blow without it.
- Good?
- No.
It's fucking perfect.
Right?
This is, like, some Tony Montana
shit.
I think it's pure.
Alright, share with everybody
else! Come on!
Party on the bully!
- I wanna fuckin' dance!
- You wanna fuckin' dance, man?
- I wanna fuckin' dance!
- You're gonna fuckin' dance!
Ladies and gentlemen
the party has just begun
Wow look at all these
people
I wish I could dance
like that
Shake it
It must be great
We are here to have some fun
So get on up
We are here to have some fun
So get on up
We are here to have some fun
So get on up
Ho, ho, ho, motherfuckers!
We're rocking with your party
to the heavy sound
No leaning on the walls
whoever you are
No walking through the party
trying to act like a star
No walking through the party
trying to act like a star
So get on up
We are here
to have some fun
Hey!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Yes!
Go, Anthony!
- Yes!
- Anthony!
What you got, Frankie?
What you got?
Fuckin' come at 'em.
Get the fuck outta here!
He's a breakdancer!
Go back to Bay Ridge!
Get the fuck outta here!
(MUSIC FADES DOWN)
JESSICA: Oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.
- JESSICA: I'm gonna fall over.
- GIO: I got you. I got you.
I'm gonna fall off. I'm gonna
fall off. I'm gonna fall off.
- Pull me up, pull me up.
- I'll help you up, I'll help you.
- You askin' for it?
- Yes.
Come on! There you are.
What time is it?
- Uh... 1:00.
- 1:00?!
- What's up?
- I should go.
Oh, fuck that, it's early.
I got a ton to do tomorrow.
I don't wanna be a wreck.
C'mon, don't be lame!
Gio... don't.
- We're having a good time.
- I know.
- We always have a good time.
- I know.
So let's keep it going.
I got a busy day. I gotta pack,
I gotta help my mom buy a dress
for my cousin's wedding.
Not tonight, I don't just
mean tonight.
- I leave in a couple weeks.
- So?
I go to school in a different
state.
I got a car, a fuckin' fast one.
- How far is Providence?
- 180 miles.
Okay, that's like an hour drive.
Gio...
We're just...
We're just different.
What?
So, who gives a shit?
We are having a summer fling,
Gio.
- Stop, don't say that.
- We're having a summer fling.
What'd you think, we're gonna
get married?
I didn't say that.
I didn't say that.
It's been fun, really, really
fun, but, you know...
we're just on... different
tracks.
I'm not good enough
for your track?
- I didn't say that.
- What the...
I'm not fucking good enough
for your track?
Hey, I did not say that.
You know what I think?
I don't think this has shit
to do with tracks.
I think... it's because
you're a pussy.
Excuse me?
You like to act all Miss Rebel,
with your Washington Square...
and your New Order and your
little fuckin' art galleries...
but deep down, deep down...
you're scared.
- Oh, I'm scared of what?
- Of everything...
pissing off your parents,
freaking out your friends.
You like doing ballsy shit?
Stealing cars, doing blow?
I got something real ballsy
for you... date me...
be my fuckin' girlfriend,
now that'd be ballsy.
Yeah...
I didn't think so.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Good luck.
Have a nice life.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Does this look like a fuckin'
rental to you?
Shut the fuck up.
- Where is it?
- I can get it.
- Where the fuck is it?
- I'll bring it to you.
Verducci.
You'll bring us to it.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Move faster.
Come on, ring the bell.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Gio, thank fuckin' God!
- Anthony, listen...
- CARBONE: Yo, is that Gio?
Where the fuck you been, man?
We're fuckin' Jonesin'.
You got the stuff, man?
You got the ya-yo?
You don't have it?
You do, don't you?
Who's your friends?
Come on.
- Real smooth.
- All right.
So if you don't got it...
and you two fuckin' idiots
don't got it...
who the fuck's got it?
- I can get it.
- Who's got it?
Let me get it, I can be right
back with it.
- Still?
- What?
You're still fuckin' protecting
her?
- Protecting who?
- She's got nothin' to do with...
She's got everything to do
with this.
- What, your girlfriend got it?
- No.
- No, she don't got it?
- No, she's not my girlfriend.
Oh, so she's got it.
(BEEPER RINGS)
That her?
5-1-6, Long Island.
- Great Neck.
- Shut the fuck up!
Call her back.
(CALL RINGING)
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
Hello?
Hey.
- JESSICA (OVER PHONE): Gio...
- What's up?
I hate how things ended.
It's okay.
You're right, I am a pussy.
I think I'm so fuckin' edgy
and rebellious...
Hey, it's all right.
JESSICA (OVER PHONE):
No, it's not.
This is awkward, can we talk
in person?
- GIO (OVER PHONE): No.
- I'm coming over.
Jessica, listen to me, do not...
I'm coming over, besides,
I have your coke.
I don't know how I ended
up with it...
but I can't leave it in here,
so...
- Jessica?
- ...I'll see you in a few.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
(MUSIC FADES UP)
What?
Hey! Thanks for coming!
Why don't you get out
of the car?
What's in the bag?
What the...
Is this a fucking joke?
- I told you not to come!
- I thought because you were mad.
Yeah I am mad, but mostly 'cause
the fucking gun to my head.
When you found this, there was
500 grams.
And now...
- Weight Watchers?
- It's all I could find.
You momos gave out... 75 grams
of coke tonight?
We're pretty fuckin' high.
Pretty fuckin' high?
Now... let's see what you owe.
75 grams... times $80 a gram.
Six grand.
ANT: Six grand? I ain't got six
grand!
Six grand, you owe me six grand!
- You could get that.
- Excuse me?
Ask your parents.
Oh, sure, "Mom, Dad, can
I borrow $6,000...
to pay back a drug dealer?"
Drug dealer?
Sorry.
I'm a fucking businessman.
Businessman. Entrepreneur.
One hour.
You give me one hour,
I'll get you the money.
JESSICA: Gio...
(MUSIC FADES UP)
Gio, how you doin'?
Yo, listen up!
We got somebody here looking
for a little pink-slip action.
Who here's got the cojones
to take on Gio Fortunato...
in a pink-slip race?
Winner take all, or car,
I should say.
Who's it gonna be?
Win, and you're the proud owner
of his fuckin' bad-ass...
Grand National, fastest car
on the strip.
Yeah, that's the problem.
Car length head start!
GIO: Two cars!
Three!
Right here!
This your Camaro? What's she
packin'?
- .305 Tuneport.
- You got the title?
Right in the glove box.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(ENGINES REVVING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
Yeah!
(LOUD CRASH)
(MUSIC CHANGES)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
The engine alone is worth six.
So long.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
JESSICA: I'm sorry.
It's okay... it's not your
fault.
Actually, it kinda is.
My fault?
The whole stealing-the-car
thing.
You invited me. I just came
along for one of your runs.
Nah, there was no run,
I don't steal cars.
I never stole a car in my life.
So then... why?
I just wanted to see you again.
I should go.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Get in.
Why?
Just get in.
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Mom, Dad... this is Gio...
my boyfriend.
Pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Weinberg.
Yo, Margot!
'Sup, Georgina!
See you guys later!
How was the drive?
Easy, no traffic.
- GIO: An hour, 45.
- (JESSICA SCOFFS)
GIO: What's so funny?
- JESSICA: An hour, 45?
- GIO: An hour, 45.
JESSICA: 180 miles.
GIO: What, this thing can fly,
for a V4, it's got some muscle.
JESSICA: That means you were
doing like 110 the entire way.
GIO: I wasn't like staring
at the speedometer.
JESSICA:
What time did you leave?
- GIO: 2:30.
- JESSICA: From where, Boston?
GIO: Whitestone, baby...
Whitestone fuckin' Queens.
I never said I wasn't gonna
tell nobody no baby
But desperate lover
I can't keep it to myself
Oh no
When we're together it's like
hot coals in a fire oh baby
My body's burning
so come on heat my desire
Come on come on
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
Come on come on
People get jealous 'cause
we always stay together
Yeah baby
I guess they really want a
love like yours and mine
Together forever
I never thought that I could
ever be this happy yeah baby
My prayers were answered boy
you came in the nick of time
Oh oh oh
I got this feeling that
you're going to stay
I never knew that it could
happen this way
Before I met you
I was falling apart
But now at last I really know
we're made of two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
Come on come on
I-I-I-I-I need you
I-I-I-I-I need you
I never said I wasn't gonna
tell nobody
No baby
But desperate lover
I can't keep it to myself
Oh no
When we're together it's like
hot coals in a fire
Oh baby
My body's burning
so come on heat my desire
Oh I got this feeling that
you're going to stay
I never knew that it could
happen this way
Before I met you I was
falling apart
But now at last I really know
we're made of two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
Come on come on two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts I need you
I need you two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts come on come on
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)