Don Q (2024) Movie Script
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DON Q:
The Secret Society
has always been.
You're born in shadows.
You reign in shadows.
You die in shadows.
You know what's left in this
neighborhood nowadays?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Posting their quotes,
social media.
Showing off like peacocks.
Let me tell you something.
We don't need
peacocks around here.
We need foxes who can sense it.
Who can smell the danger.
We need lions
chomp on these bastards.
Hey, that's why
it is what it is.
It's the Secret Society.
And come on, you know it.
Your old man was there.
They set us the table like
they were the founders.
I'm talking Gambino,
Profaci, Genovese, Bonanno.
They laid down the rules.
That was a blueprint.
Hey, this is a call of duty.
It's an obligation.
And you know it.
So, don't you sit there
and stare at me
like I'm trapped
in some kind of a bubble.
In some sort of utopia.
Hey, you see the street?
You see that window?
50 years I watched this street
from that window.
You know what I see?
I see resilience.
I see affirmations.
You know?
-WAITRESS 1: Buongiorno.
-Grazie.
WAITRESS 1:
Here's your Espresso.
Every day I'm here.
I have my double espressos, huh.
Then I go back to my books.
I live for my books.
Some people bake and all, huh?
Some slice gabagool.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
WAITRESS 1:
What would you like to order?
Give him the tiramisu.
-WAITRESS 1: Be right back.
-(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Grazie.
You know, some days
you're embarrassed.
I should've known better.
I should've known better.
(FOOTSTEPS)
(OPENS AND SHUTS THE DOOR)
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(LYRICS IN ITALIAN)
(BUS WHIRRING AND BEEPING)
JACKIE:
Good morning, Don Q.
How are you doing, Jackie?
You know, the other night,
somebody tried to muscle
into your stop.
No shit.
DON Q:
I shot him right the fuck down.
JACKIE:
What would I ever
do without you?
I don't make a promise
I don't keep.
You the man.
Have a good one, Don Q.
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We all need a helping hand
NICOLA:
Looking good, Don Q.
Trying to give me Anastasia's
hairdo?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
He's-- He's new.
ENZO:
Who's Anastasia?
I don't know Anastasia.
NICOLA:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH) Anastasia.
-He's crazy.
-Okay.
-What's the matter with you?
-I don't know this guy.
You're out of your mind.
Gonna get (INDISTINCT SPEECH)
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Don-- Don Q.
Please.
Five minutes.
Let me finish the
back of the neck, Please.
-Just sit back down.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Don Q.
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Hey! Punks.
(ITALIAN SONG)
JOAN:
Here's to the Don.
Thank you, Joan.
Boy, if these walls could talk.
They've seen the great ones.
And now they're looking
at the greatest of them all.
(CHUCKLES)
SKATEBOARDER:
Yay!
DON Q:
Wow.
What did I do to deserve this?
What is going on?
What does it look
like we're doing?
We're skating.
Hey, you wanna run people over?
It's my neighborhood.
I'll decide if it's you
or not.
-What are you gonna do, huh?
-(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
STICKY:
We'll skate wherever
the fuck we want to skate.
-I don't hear you.
-Screw. Get out of here.
-What'd you say to me?
-I said screw!
-Screw?
-Yeah.
Who's going to screw?
You want to screw me?
-Hey, what are you gonna do?
-No one's screwing nothing.
Just back the fuck off
and get out of here.
Hey, what the fuck do
you think it is, huh?
-Get out fucking--
-Come on, Sticky!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You want to get out?
Come on, bro-boy!
Come on, douchey bro-boy!
You want to kickflip with me?
Let's get out!
Here we are, sir,
your carbonara.
That's not what I ordered.
I'm so sorry.
What-- what was your order?
I ordered the penne arrabbiata.
-Okay, sir. I'm so sorry.
-No, no worries.
No, no.
I'll have a penne arrabbiata
made right away.
I've got to get out of here.
-I'm so sorry, man.
-DON Q: Oh.
-DON Q: Have a good night.
-SANTO: Sir.
-What's the problem, man?
-I told you.
It's always a fucking problem
with this one.
I could have sworn.
I swear to God.
I thought he said the carb--
MARCELLO:
We could be the losing
customer because of you.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Who knows just
how wide is the sky?
(SHUTS THE DOOR, BELL CHIMING)
(LI MING SCREAMING)
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LI MING:
Let me go!
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
DON Q:
What are you doing?
Hey!
You get your hands off her!
Do you hear me?
I'm coming after you, you fuck!
Get your hands off of her!
Mind your own business.
Oh, you got balls?
Fucking mamaluke.
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PETE:
What are you gonna
do about that?
MAN 1:
Be a man, Don.
Let's go, Don.
It's time to do something.
AL CAPONE:
What are you gonna do about it?
PETE:
Come on, Don.
We're waiting for you.
Come on, what are you doing?
MAN 2:
Be tough, Don.
Do something.
You better make it happen, Don.
Don, you got a solution?
Be a man, Don.
MAN 1:
What are you gonna do about it?
Everybody's waiting, Don.
Do something
about it, all right?
Make a decision, Don.
Let's go, Don.
What are you gonna do about it?
Everybody's waiting on you, Don.
I-- I got to do something
about it.
MAN 2:
We got to do
something about it.
I got to do something about it.
PETE:
Do something about it.
I got to do something about it.
MAN 1:
What are you gonna do about it?
MAN 2:
Be a man, Don.
PETE:
Do something
about it, all right?
MAN 1:
Let's go, Don.
What are you gonna do about it?
MAN 2:
We're waiting for you. Come on.
What are you doing?
MAN 1:
What are you gonna
do about it, Don?
Be tough, Don.
Do something.
PETE:
You better make it happen, Don.
Hey, everybody's waiting, Don.
Be a man, Don.
Do something
about it, all right?
MAN 1:
Let's go, Don.
What are you
going to do about it?
Make a decision, Don.
PETE:
Do something
about it, all right?
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(GASPS)
What?
(CHUCKLES)
You're gonna hit me with that?
DON Q:
What?
Hey, what are you
doing with my keys?
I want my keys back.
ANTONIA:
Yeah, sure.
What if you drop dead?
How am I gonna find out?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
And just remember, this
place is half mine, sweetheart.
Mom and Dad left it
to the both of us.
Oh my God, it's hot.
What's wrong
with that air conditioning?
(ANTONIA SIGHING)
ANTONIA:
The door.
I wonder what's
in there so secret.
You want to try
and find out?
Yeah, one day
I'm gonna find out.
Stay out of it.
ANTONIA:
What is all this?
Huh?
You're entertaining now?
-I have a meeting.
-ANTONIA: A meeting?
What kind of meeting?
Business meeting.
ANTONIA:
Right.
Meetings.
You're always
having meetings now.
Have you been taking
your medication?
I don't need medications, mom.
What did you say?
I don't need
medications, all right?
ANTONIA:
Yes, you do, Al.
You do need them.
No, I don't.
You know what happens
when you don't take them.
DON Q:
I have a meeting.
I have to go.
Why don't you want
to take the medication?
DON Q:
I don't want to fight.
When you leave,
leave things as they are.
-How you doing, huh? You good?
-Ah.
Good morning, Mr. Quinto.
Yeah.
Hey, by the way, my A.C.
is broke.
I have to speak to
the landlord about that.
And what they do now is
they send somebody
to see
if they can fix it first.
What are we talking about?
It's the new procedure.
They want to save money.
So it's about money?
It's always about
money with those guys.
-Come here.
-SUPER: No. Wait.
-No, no.
-SUPER: No, Mr. Quinto.
I don't want your money.
I don't want--
You take that for yourself.
Another hundred.
You make it real,
but by the night.
SUPER:
I--
DON Q:
Hey.
I love you.
Where we going?
Where we going?
-DOMINIC: Hey.
-Hey, Don Q!
How you doin'?
I like your suit, Don Q.
Look sharp.
Going to see the king?
DON Q:
You bet I am.
DOMINIC:
Have a good day, Don Q?
(ITALIAN MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Ciao.
Hey.
You got a minute?
Not now. Not here.
Go sit outside.
Come out in 15 minutes.
-Go sit outside.
-I'll be here.
MAN ON STREET:
Go, go.
Go!
Go, go, go! Hey!
What's up?
I got no workers.
I got no waiters.
And you're breaking my balls.
DON Q:
Are we living in parks, though?
What's with these
freaking punks?
Right there.
With the baccalas.
The pop-top wheel.
PUNK 1:
Hey.
You know, back in the day,
you were beaten
for that kind of disrespect.
BABY JOHN:
Back in my day,
I didn't want
a fucking baseball bat,
I'd break their legs.
Yeah, I want to do
something about it.
I think you should go back
on your Dorasin,
or the fucking meds you take.
Hey, don't fall on that
plate of food you throw, huh?
I'll see you in the nut house.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN
BACKGROUND)
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NICK:
You know, Al,
my brother's right.
We never had a problem
with these skateboarders.
They come in, they sit down.
They order.
They eat.
They drink.
They pay their check.
Finito.
So eat, order, pay.
But you don't see that
as kind of a war craft.
Or maybe a deception.
By whom?
DON Q:
I don't know.
Could be another family.
Could be government.
I mean, come on.
They do assault people,
you know.
Maybe you're the fool.
Maybe they're fooling you.
I've been called worse.
I've been called worse.
NICK:
Al, he meant no disrespect.
He's a little hotheaded.
But you're right.
We're gonna keep
an eye on this for you.
You know,
I could never fully embrace
even a-- a concept
of tomorrow, you know.
Why is that?
I could never even imagine what
tomorrow might--
might possibly bring.
Who can?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
NICK:
Salut.
(LYRICS SPEAKS ITALIAN)
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
SINGER:
(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
Here is your carbonara.
Buon appetito.
MARCELLO:
You always do the same mistake.
-Come on.
-SANTO: I-- Okay, Marcello.
Marcello, okay.
MARCELLO:
It's always the same
fucking problem.
SANTO:
Marcello, Marcello. Marcello,
I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry.
What's your problem, man?
You've got to stop.
Always you break glass.
SANTO:
Marcello, please,
please, please.
MARCELLO:
What's your fucking problem?
You've got to stop that.
Do you understand that?
-SANTO: Ah, Marcello.
-You understand?
-You've got to stop.
-Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Okay.
DON Q:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
What-- what's fucking
wrong with you, man?
-What's your problem?
-(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
What's your problem, man?
-What's your problem?
-What's my problem?
I'm your problem.
-No, come on.
-I'm your problem!
-Come on, man.
-Get outta here.
You want to start?
You want to start?
-Stop, man.
-DON Q: I'm your problem.
-Stop, man.
-DON Q: What are you gonna do?
-Are you going to punch me?
-MARCELLO: No.
-DON Q: Come on. Punch me.
-MARCELLO: Stop, man.
DON Q:
Take a shot. Take a shot.
Get in the kitchen.
Get in the kitchen.
-MARCELLO: Come on, man. Stop.
-DON Q: Get in the kitchen.
DON Q:
Get in the fucking kitchen.
MARCELLO:
Stop.
DON Q:
Fuck with me?
You want to fuck with me?
-MARCELLO: I say stop!
-DON Q: Huh?
MARCELLO:
Stop, no.
DON Q:
I'll burn the fat off your ass.
Come here.
Come on.
I'll burn the fat off your ass.
Hey.
BLONDE WAITRESS:
Please, sir, stop.
Guys, he's sorry.
DON Q:
Come here.
It's just
a little bad discussion.
Sorry, guys.
Glass of wine on the house.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
MARCELLO:
What's fucking wrong with you?
Hey! (SPEAKS ITALIAN)
I'll burn the fucking
fat off your ass.
You want to fight?
BLONDE WAITRESS:
Wait. Please.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Oh my God.
What happened?
Fucking Marcello.
Got into a fight with him.
Again?
SANTO:
Again.
He's a fucking dick.
Baby, I feel so guilty.
What?
Why?
Just... Me.
Not being able to work.
Are you crazy?
Baby, look at
what you're doing.
I mean, you're literally--
You're creating
a little human being.
Do you realize
how hard that is?
Yeah, I realize how hard it is.
Come on.
Don't talk like that.
Don't worry about me.
I'll take care of
what I got to do.
Oh.
How was your day?
I mean, well, aside
from, you know, Marcello,
it wasn't bad.
Oh, boy.
It was a weird night, though.
DON Q:
They just let you go?
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Were you waiting
for me out here?
What's your name?
Santo.
Yeah. Where are you from?
Brooklyn.
Where are your parents from?
SANTO:
Oh, they're from Italy.
Naples.
It's a good place.
Oh, you know it.
So, what's next?
Today was your shirt.
In a week, it's your leg.
What happens then?
I find you
wrapped up in a rug?
In a Belt Parkway?
-You think?
-I don't think.
I know.
I don't even what to--
I don't even know what to say.
A little proposition for you.
Some business.
I-- I don't really know
anything about business.
Michael Jordan?
You know about sneakers?
No.
Meet me here
tomorrow, all right?
Make it noon.
-SANTO: Okay.
-Don't be late.
TERESA:
What's he do?
SANTO:
I have no idea.
Seems nice though.
Just be careful, okay?
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
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(CHEERING)
Thank you for coming.
Thank you, man.
MAN 3:
Rocco.
Awesome. Hi, sweetheart.
-WOMAN 1: Hi Rocco.
-Hi.
Hey, hey, hey.
-WOMAN 1: Oh my God.
-Dad, you look terrific.
Jail preserved me.
(CHUCKLES)
After 20 fucking years,
I look the same.
-You sure do, papa.
-You do.
-MAN 4: Yeah.
-Sure do.
(CLAPPING)
Come on,
let's get him a drink over here.
Come on, let's go get a drink!
MAN 5:
Guys.
(OLD THRILLER MUSIC)
NARRATOR:
Previously on Smash.
MAN 6: (ON TV)
It was the fucking
Leone family.
They're the ones that offed
Momo.
Motherfuckers.
I love Momo.
They're gonna
pay for this big time.
-Big time.
-Yeah.
I want Smash.
I want him fucking dead.
WOMAN 2:
Don't go, Smash.
It's too dangerous.
This is the life I chose, baby.
I don't want you to
die on me, Smash.
SMASH: (ON TV)
Ah, Stevie.
I guess you didn't
see it coming.
Come on, Smash.
You got a lot of fucking
balls coming here alone.
Big fucking balls.
(TIRES SCREECHING, GUNSHOTS
IN TV)
SERPICO:
Your time is up, Smash.
You're going down.
Fuck you, Serpico.
Hey, easy.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
DOMINIC:
I'm gonna give my five anyway.
22 or 25. It's the--
Ah, Jesus.
What's up?
Don Q. Again.
DOMINIC:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN) Not now.
-Is he coming in?
-Yep.
Oh shoot.
Whoo.
How you doing? Whoo.
Give me two of those.
Oh, well,
I'm putting together my crew.
If anybody wants in.
Yeah, I can give you--
I'll give you 24 hours.
How's that?
Mario.
Put this all on me.
Will you?
Good.
Ci vediamo.
Ciao.
(LAUGH)
That guy is fucking fucked up.
(CHUCKLES)
Dominic.
What the fuck was that about?
-Forget about it, Rocco.
-Who's that jerk-off?
Not worth it.
Not worth it?
Some asshole comes in here,
talks shit to you,
and you guys don't
give him a fucking beat.
No, no, no, pop, pop.
You don't understand, all right?
This guy is fucking crazy.
All right?
All he does is
stay up all night.
Reads mob books.
Watches mob movies.
His brain is fucking dried up.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
The good thing is
that he's sitting
on a fucking big pile of cash.
How much cash we talking about?
Talking about oil cash.
Oil? No shit.
-Mm-hmm.
-A lot.
SANTO:
You know, I never saw
a little Italy from this view.
DON Q:
See the street here?
Mulberry Street.
Yeah.
My family's been downstairs
there 130 years.
That's a rent control building.
$15 a month, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
-Holy cow.
-Yeah.
130 years ago,
this was all-- all Neapolitan.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Elizabeth Street.
That was Sicilian.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Math Street, Calabrese.
Think about that.
From the Bowery all
the way to Lafayette here,
from Houston all
the way down to Worth.
Solo Italian.
Well,
what do you think happened?
DON Q:
Well, why do you
think we came here?
-For a better life.
-No.
Why did we come here?
I feel like that-- that's
why my family came. I--
We came here
to escape our illusionists.
We came to escape
these little mafiotocrisies.
That little fucking
restaurant you work there.
Marcellino and his pals.
Who, by the way, 130 years ago,
they earned the nickname
of the Mott Street Davos.
Are you gonna be doing
something seriously egregious
to be called
that by an Italian?
The Italians come here
130 years ago.
This whole--
The streets here,
they're paved with gold.
They had to wade
through horse shit
up to their eyeballs
just to get to work.
And they worked
a hundred hours a week.
At the end of that week,
all you wanted
was a lousy drink.
One drink.
That's when those
clowns came in.
They supplied the booze, right?
Guess what?
When the booze
didn't close the spread,
they collected your rent.
But with a five-point fig.
Now you come from Italy,
you're here in New York.
You pay your bills in Italy
with a five-point fig.
Just to keep a lock on that.
That's a mob, kid.
That's criminals.
Petty fucking criminals.
-Are we clear?
-Yeah, uh-- Can I just--
Can I say something real quick?
I appreciate the opportunity
you've given me and everything,
but I'm not gonna
be able to take it, you know.
What are you saying
you don't want to say?
I see it in your eyes.
What are you saying
you don't want to say?
Just say it.
I'm saying uh, no, thank you.
What do you mean
no, thank you?
-SANTO: I agree I appreciate it.
-We made a deal. Come on.
I have great instincts
about you.
What are you
arguing with me for?
Listen, I-- I really
appreciate it.
And I thank you again.
I appreciate what you
did for me last night.
Who you talking to?
-Listen it's just work--
-DON Q: Come on.
-Hey, you're with me.
-It's just that--
You're with me.
Things that
I've heard about you.
What have you heard about me?
SANTO:
I'm-- I'm just.
I'm good where I'm at.
You know, I'm just going to keep
doing what I'm doing.
And I--
Who said that?
SANTO:
What are you--
what are you gonna do?
Listen. No, no, no.
Please don't say
anything crazy like this.
DON Q:
Fuck you, man.
Fuck you, man.
SANTO:
Look-- (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
MARCELLO:
Negay. Negay. Negay. Negay.
-Huh?
-MARCELLO: Are you crazy?
-Negay.
-Huh?
-SANTO: Please, please.
-DON Q: Fuck you, man.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
DON Q:
Fuck you, man!
-MARCELLO: You are crazy.
-DON Q: Get up!
(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
Hey, Father Peter.
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Oh, thank you.
It's great to see you.
(CHUCKLES)
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Father Peter,
a man with his needs.
What?
I know a few girls
in neighborhood
who want to get laid.
(CHUCKLES)
Always joking around, Rock.
You never changed.
No, no, she-- she's just one of
many looking for comfort.
Uh, you know, in the
house of our Lord, of course.
-Yeah, all right, whatever.
-DON Q: Get out!
Hey, uh, what's the story
with this guy, Don Q?
Oh, Don Q,
my Don, he's a piece of work.
(CHUCKLES)
You'll never get bored
when he's around,
I'll tell you that much.
You know, a little birdie
told me he's got a lot of cash
he's loaded.
Yeah, that's true.
He and his sister have been
big donors of the church.
And um, his parents were
the biggest importers of oil.
I'm telling you, at one point,
every spoon of tomato sauce
in this neighborhood
was made with their olive oil.
Olive oil?
I thought it was oil
from the fucking ground.
But you know, oil is oil.
When the parents died
tragically,
they left the business to him
and his sister.
And uh, they sold the business
and didn't have
to work a day in their lives.
The Quintos?
DON Q:
I'll burn the fat off your ass.
Yeah.
SANTO:
Listen, there's
a way to do this.
DON Q:
Get out of the box.
SANTO:
Like a fucking normal
human being.
DON Q:
Get out of the box.
Get out of the box.
ROCCO:
What's going on in here?
What's going on here?
DON Q:
Hey, hey, hey.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
MARCELLO:
Why don't you fix him up?
What's your problem?
DON Q:
I'll rip your tongue out.
Come on, come on.
ROCCO:
Go inside.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
Go inside!
Huh?
Jerry, get him over here.
Sit.
JERRY:
Yeah. Please sit down.
Please sit down.
DON Q:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Relax.
DON Q:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Sit down. Have a seat.
I'll rip his fucking
tongue out.
I'll rip his fucking
tongue out.
My name is Rocco Esposito.
I'm from the neighborhood.
I heard you're
looking for muscle.
And you want to bring it
back the way it used to be.
Who's the muscle?
JERRY:
Look, we're with you.
Oh, yeah?
Consider it.
We'll be in the neighborhood.
Okay.
I'll consider it.
JERRY:
Slow down, all right?
I'll consider it.
-What about you?
-You didn't have to do that.
Are you in?
Are you in now?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm in.
I think we're in now.
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(LI MING SCREAMING)
(LI MING LAUGHING)
DON Q:
Get your hands off of her!
Mind your own business.
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(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
LI MING:
Hey, sir. Are you hungry?
We've got the best
Peking duck here.
Would you like to come in?
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
You go on.
Don't bother my girls.
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You're one of us now.
Lots of pressure,
lots of responsibilities.
Sure you could pull it off?
Keep dancing, Don.
Keep dancing.
Lunch!
Take a look at my menu.
The food is delicious.
And where you're from?
Oh, Spain, it's beautiful.
Umberto's Clam House,
delicious Italian.
Come on in,
we'll get you a table.
Hello, sir.
You want to taste
the best food, literally?
I got a great table for you
right by the window, here.
I'm going to Caf Napoli now.
Don't you dare.
I got an outside
table right here.
-Hey. Tommy!
-TOMMY: What?
I've been coming here
40 years.
The food delicious over here.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
No guys,
lunch is on the house.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
TOMMY:
Take it easy. Forget about it.
MAN 8:
We've got this nice unit here.
Even in this crazy market,
I'm pretty sure
we're going to sell it.
This guy's sounding like
a real player on the phone.
So just, he's here.
Okay, I got to go, bye.
Jerry! Nice to meet you.
-Hi.
-MAN 8: Okay, okay.
()
Are these guys here
to buy the property?
Hey, I gave you 200, Andy.
Where's my AC?
What do you mean they fixed it?
Are you smoking dope?
I got sweat stains
in my ass here.
Just get it done,
please, please.
(PHONE RINGING)
DON Q:
Yeah?
Hey.
You got it?
It's the right one?
How much?
I'ma see you tonight.
()
Who are you?
DON Q:
I'm here for Nino.
-Nino.
-You alone?
Well, yeah, I'm alone.
What's the word?
Uh, it's pump-- Pompei.
RAY:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
-Come.
-Good.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
-So, where is it?
-(SPEAKS ITALIAN) relax!
You gotta relax!
Breathe!
Okay!
I got it.
To the trunk, come on!
DON Q:
Okay.
(CAR TRUNK CLICKS, CREAKS)
(SNIFFLES)
Look at this.
Al Capone's gun.
In living color.
Seized by the I.R.S.
during a 1928 arrest!
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Look at that!
Oh, wait, whoa, whoa.
You got the scarol?
(POLICE SIREN IN DISTANCE)
Here's 20 large.
Don't get caught
with this, man.
It's priceless.
Leave it somewhere
in your house safe.
Don't put it
on display for guests.
Okay?
One more thing.
In case you want to take
this big baby for a ride, okay?
DON Q:
I got it, I got it.
Alfonso.
You never know.
-Hmm.
-You never know.
()
(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
Finally.
We thought you'd never come.
-DON Q: Look at this.
-Hey, you're here.
All right, man.
DON Q:
Look at this, look at this.
Ah,
there goes my little darling.
-You brought her back to me.
-DON Q: Huh? Yeah.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you, Don.
No, no, no, no.
We're not safe.
Don, you brought
her back to me.
It's mine, it's mine,
little darling.
-We're not safe! We're not safe!
-Come on, it's mine.
-What are you going?
-DON Q: We're not safe!
-Look here.
-DON Q: We're not safe.
-Where you going?
-DON Q: We're not safe.
PETE:
What did you expect?
Same Don, big fuckin pussy.
DON Q:
We're not safe.
Don, bring my freaking gun
back here.
That's my little pie!
All right.
-Get back.
-DON Q: We're not safe.
(MIMICS BIRD NOISES)
()
All right, all right.
You gotta think yourself as
a man of honor, you know?
You're about to be
photographed, documented,
surveilled by the feds.
You gotta look sharp, huh?
The sharper you look,
the sharper they look.
Think about it, huh?
Everybody walks away happy.
Grandissimo bravo.
Now you look like
classical music, huh?
Think Teresa's gonna like this?
DON Q:
Yeah!
You look like
a Dutch piata, huh?
I'm talking handsome schmansome.
(LAUGHS)
Speaking of Teresa,
she would like to meet you.
DON Q:
Oh yeah?
SANTO:
She wants to thank you for
everything you're doing for me.
And I do, too.
I'm not doing nothing.
SANTO:
Sunday dinner.
What do you think, you'll come?
What, you taking new orders?
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, good.
Schmansome, handsome.
So boss, what about you?
A special woman in your life?
Only one.
()
YUN:
Good evening, sir.
Just yourself?
Come here, please have a seat.
Please.
Thank you.
Here's the menu.
-I remember you.
-Hi.
(chuckles)
-What's your name?
-Suzie.
No, come on.
Your real name?
Li Ming.
-LI MING?
-Mm-hmm.
So pretty.
(GIGGLES)
What would you like to order?
I, uh...
(CHUCKLES)
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
What'd you say?
I said you're very cute.
This is all new for you.
That's sweet.
Uh, what would you advise?
Ah, this one, this one.
Peking duck
and also our egg noodle soup.
-Oh, yeah?
-It's so good.
I trust you.
I trust you.
I'll give you a chef special.
Be right back.
YUN:
Vinnie, here is your check.
VINCENT:
Thank you, sweetheart.
Thank you.
YUN:
Thank you. How's everything?
VINCENT:
Well, not all.
I can't afford this.
Here, you pick it up.
Ah, come on.
All right, thank you.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Bye, guys.
Take care. Take care.
Bye, kids, had a good time.
Okay.
YUN:
Vinnie, are you leaving now?
-Yeah, but listen.
-YUN: Yes.
Next time, I want meatballs
in the menu.
YUN:
Okay, all right.
We'll make sure.
Okay, okay, okay.
YUN:
All right, thank you.
()
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
LI MING:
And your soup is here.
Is he bothering you?
-LI MING: No, he's a good guy.
-Yeah.
He just caught up
with some bad friends.
Is he like your boyfriend?
He wishes so.
Huh?
If he's bothering you,
just let me know.
I'll take care of him.
You are a good man.
You have a kind face
and a brave heart.
()
GRAND MA:
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
He's not a good boy.
He's a snakehead.
Very dangerous.
()
()
PETE:
The Chinese mob now.
Really?
They're gonna turn you
into a plate of shredded pork.
Hey, shut up.
I guess that's how the
Don finally gets whacked.
I said shut up.
These guys aren't no joke.
They are not running
opium dens no more.
They are up to
bigger shit than that.
What's with this woman?
Where are you going with that?
She is gonna take
you down a hole.
And you'll never,
ever crawl out.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
PETE:
Don.
Seriously?
Incite them!
Instigate them!
Agitate them!
Be the bomb squad!
As you're intended to be!
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Salut.
Salut. How about a thousand
years?
DOMINIC:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Santo.
The envelope.
You got it, boss.
Right.
A little inspiration.
Here you go.
-Dominic.
-A little...
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
(CHUCKLES)
JERRY:
Thank you, boss.
Thank you.
Hey, pass these out.
Wow.
Just excuse me.
Just for a moment.
All right?
ROCCO:
$500.
Big fucking deal.
He gives us gas money.
All right?
I'm tired of this
guy's bullshit.
We're gonna find out where
this old man keeps his money.
Are you serious, pop?
Why?
Are you my son
or your mother found you
on a doorstep, huh?
And lied to me all
these fucking years?
-(CHUCKLES)
-JERRY: Come on, pop.
I'm just saying,
I feel bad for the guy.
Look at him.
Shut the fuck up.
Dominic, look what
I gotta put up with.
Every fucking
family has a Fredo.
There's my son fucking Fredo.
Yeah. Thanks, pop.
ROCCO:
Yeah.
We gotta find out where this
nutcase is keeping his money.
These old geezers
never use fucking banks.
It's probably hidden
in this fucking apartment.
Rocco. Rocco.
What?
The kid is here.
ROCCO:
Oh, kid.
Look, I'm not gonna say nothing.
ROCCO:
Santo knows to
keep his mouth shut.
Not only is he gonna keep his
mouth shut,
he's gonna help us find out.
-You hear what I'm saying?
-Yeah.
You see these guys behind me?
They're fucking hungry.
And you'll be
their fucking dinner.
You understand what I'm saying?
Okay, Rock.
Yes, I understand, Rocco.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
()
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Grazie.
()
Thanks a lot for what
you're doing for my husband.
Oh, please.
My pleasure.
He's got a phenomenal
work ethic, you know?
He's a brand new guy.
DON Q:
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
DON Q:
And a great pal.
Thank you. Thank you, boss.
Thank you.
All right.
I'm gonna get the lasagna.
It's that time?
TERESA:
Mm-hmm.
All right.
All right.
Oh, boy.
So, how was the ride over here?
-Good?
-DON Q: Oh, phenomenal.
SANTO:
All right.
Wow.
How beautiful is that?
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Where are you from?
Bath Avenue.
-Wow.
-Hey, babe.
I think I hear my phone
in the other room.
Would you go grab it
for me, please?
I don't hear anything.
Please.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
I don't know who you are
or what you're into,
but you put my husband
in danger.
I'm gonna take this knife,
and I'm gonna shove it
through your balls.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
SANTO:
Alrighty.
No, you misheard, babe.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No biggie. No biggie.
()
STICKY:
This man is a fucking cigarette.
Try it?
-No, not yet.
-Look.
It's Old Man River
out for a stroll.
(GRUNTING)
(CHUCKLE)
You know, what's wild?
Every time I run into you guys,
it always smells
like dirty diapers.
You ever take a shower?
-What?
-Apologize to my boss.
Apologize for what?
Maybe you should
get your ass kicked.
How about I kick
your fucking ass?
See, the intelligence
of a ruler, all right,
the intelligence, all right,
that's manifested
by all the roles
that he's surrounded with.
That's funny, 'cause I only see
this little bitch.
-You're a little fucking bitch.
-Oh, oh, oh, oh.
-What do you want to do?
-You know who said that?
Niccolo Machiavelli, said that.
When were you born?
'95.
He was born in 1469.
SANTO:
I think you guys are
underestimating the situation.
-Underestimating?
-Mm-hmm.
See, he also said you should
never try to win by force.
Because you're gonna rule
by deception.
STICKY:
This guy is--
ROCCO:
Surprise, motherfuckers!
BOY 1:
Oh, that's just fucked up.
Yeah. Come here.
()
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
You are the bull.
I am the Torero.
()
Ahoy!
Toro.
Hey!
Ahoy!
Ahoy!
Ahoy!
()
()
SANTO:
I think they got a little
out of hand, don't you think?
What's out of hand?
The way the fuck Rocco
and them beat the shit out
of those kids.
What kids?
The fucking skateboarders.
The skateboarders?
Yeah.
Let me tell you something.
When I was a kid--
Maybe you drove a Corvette.
You didn't go around thinking,
" Ooh, I am a Corvette. "
Don't laugh.
You know how many
pedestrians are killed every
day in this city,
by these jerks?
Come on, do the math.
Do the math.
All right. I'm sorry.
I mean,
I didn't think about that,
but I just felt like
it was a little too much.
(LYRICS IN ITALIAN)
()
Boss, can I ask you a question?
Yeah, shoot.
Something-- something I've
been thinking about.
Um, the cash that
you're paying me with, I--
I don't know where to put it.
You know, I-- I've never--
I've never dealt
with this much money.
You know, so I'm just--
I'm just wondering, like,
where do you think
that I should put it, like?
Like, what if someone were
to come in
and try to steal it, you know?
Don't put it in your shoebox.
Or under the bed.
All right.
Put it somewhere safe.
Safe.
Where? Where do you--
Where would a good spot be?
A mother's womb.
Okay, this is for Opa and Oma,
Papa and Mama, and Katrien.
-Katrien.
-Katrien.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
SANTO:
It's a really different
background of ours, huh?
DON Q:
Yeah.
TOMMY:
Ah, scusate, Godfather.
It's such an honor to see you.
Tommy, will you pull it in.
Stop this shit.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Don't fucking demean
yourself, will you?
WOMAN 3:
Look, it is the Godfather!
I've got a photo.
Can we have a photo,
make it please?
-Can we, can we--
-Yeah, just come on, man.
Can you--
can you take a picture?
-Uh, yeah, sure.
-Okay.
Okay.
What the hell is this?
Oh my God.
No, no, you have to
hold it a little bit higher.
Here, you have to hold it
like this.
(CHUCKLES)
-SANTO: All right.
-Thank you very much.
-Thank you so much.
-Thank you so much.
-Thank you. You're very kind.
-Thank you. Whoa.
-Thank for this. Thank you.
-No problem.
The Godfather,
he's right there.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(WOMAN LAUGHS)
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
()
(SIGHS)
()
Oh my God.
()
(SIGHING)
()
()
My love must be a kind
of blind love
I can't see anyone
but you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Are the stars out tonight?
Sha bop sha bop
I don't know if it's cloudy
or bright
Sha bop sha bop
I only have eyes
for you, dear
Sha bop sha bop
You're a good thing as shit,
man.
(laughs)
JERRY:
See you, bro.
DOMINIC:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
ROCCO:
Good doing business.
But I can't see a thing
Sha bop sha bop
In the sky
Oi, boss.
Up for some dumplings?
What yous doing here?
Little business and pleasure.
You in bed
with that snakehead?
So, you gonna
have your way with me?
-Come on, come on.
-You wanna go to the mattress?
-What?
-What?
You heard me?
-Are you fucking kidding me?
-I'll go to war right now.
What's with this insinuation
that you cannot become, huh?
Dad. Come on.
I do not want--
Stay out my business.
What do you wanna do, huh?
Guys, please.
Wanna go to mattress,
that's what you wanna do?
-Please, please, leave.
-ROCCO: Huh?
I do not want any trouble here.
Please.
That's it.
Fucking dead man.
And I only have eyes for you
That's what I'm talking about.
There you go.
Attaboy, Don.
We got your back.
You're still tough.
Here we go. Look at him.
Look at him.
-Yeah, look at him, man.
-He's gonna make it this time.
Donny boy.
Donny.
He's gonna be all right.
Yeah, Donny.
(LI MING SCREAMING)
JOE GALLO:
Come a little closer,
you motherfucker.
A little closer.
I'll blow your
fucking head off.
Come closer.
DON Q:
Joe!
What are you doing?
JOE GALLO:
I got you.
DON Q:
I don't want the
families involved in this.
No! Joe! No!
I don't want to
blow the head.
I don't want the
families involved.
You can't get in the middle
of it.
Joe. Hey!
JOE GALLO:
It's a fucking war.
DON Q:
I'm coming down!
You hear me?
I'm coming down!
I'm coming down!
Where the fuck
you going, Donny?
It's a fucking war.
Hey!
Get your hands off of her!
Mind your own business,
you fucking nutcase.
Oh, you got balls?
()
()
Antonia, I'm so sorry
for making you wait.
It's okay.
So, um, yes, I'm just, uh...
Yes.
Giving her a little guidance
that she really needs,
because of her divorce.
-Of course.
-So, would you like to--
-ANTONIA: Yes.
-FATHER PETER: Yes, please.
This obsession of his,
it's over the top now.
And you should see him.
The other day, he was
making people kiss his hand.
Antonia, what a tragedy.
He hasn't picked up the phone.
I have to sneak
into the apartment
just to make sure he's not dead
or something.
FATHER PETER:
See, Antonia--
I don't know what
to do anymore.
You know, if you think
about it,
it's really strictly
an addiction problem.
Same as pornography, uh,
gambling, drugs, alcohol.
Difference is that
there are no rehabs
for like mob obsessions.
I'm not quite sure
I understand, Father.
Oh, okay.
It's what the Lord taught us.
You can't step on hot coals
and not get your feet scorched.
So, you take away the temptation
from the sinner,
and he won't sin.
You think that'll work?
Well, I think
it's a good beginning.
Listen, I'm here for you
24 hours, day and night.
So, anytime you need me,
I'm here for you.
Oh, thank you so much.
-Thank you so much.
-Okay, Antonia.
I appreciate that.
Okay.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
(KISSES)
Again.
(KISSES)
Ciao.
Ciao.
(KNOCKING THE DOOR)
SANTO:
Boss, it's me.
(KNOCKING THE DOOR)
SANTO:
Boss, come on open up.
I know you're in there.
Are you alone, buddy?
SANTO:
Yeah.
You were followed?
SANTO:
No. Why?
Are you sure?
SANTO:
Yeah. I'm sure. I'm positive.
You all right?
What are you-- What?
DON Q:
Get in.
(SHUTS AND LOCKS THE DOOR)
(SCRIBBLING)
Boss, I gotta ask.
I-- is everything all right?
This isn't like you, I haven't
heard from you all morning.
And you're sitting here quiet,
writing?
Like, what's going on?
We're in a war.
A what?
I said we're in a war.
With who? The skateboarders?
Rocco.
Crossed the line.
What are you...
You want to cross the line?
Cross the line.
(PHONE RINGING)
What is that?
-What is what?
-Who is that?
-What?
-Who is it?
No, it-- no, it's uh, Teresa.
Then take it.
Take it.
SANTO:
Uh, just be a couple of minutes.
Hello?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
You was trying
to avoid my call?
No, no. Dominic. Come on.
I guess the freak told you
we're out of the Broadway play.
Yeah. He did.
That doesn't mean
you're off the hook.
(CHUCKLES)
-Oh, no?
-And you better deliver.
Otherwise, we're going
to beat you very hard.
And this doesn't come only
from me, but from Rocco.
All right?
Do your thing.
Afternoon.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Okay.
()
You all right?
Yeah.
Now, listen to me.
My girl,
at the restaurant.
Right?
She's in trouble.
You've got to back me up.
You've got to watch.
Are you ready for this?
SANTO:
Yeah, yeah, no, I-- yes.
-Are you ready for this?
-SANTO: Yeah.
Whatever you want me to do.
Good. I'll get dressed.
(SHUTS THE DOOR IN DISTANCE)
()
SANTO:
So, what do you want to do?
How do you want to--
How do you want to do this?
Just wait.
()
DON Q:
There's my girl.
SANTO:
She's beautiful, boss.
()
Okay.
Right now, she's alone.
-Let's-- let's go.
-Hold on.
Relax.
-What?
-We'll make a move.
()
Bingo!
BUTCHIE:
So where are we gonna go eat?
We're gonna go to Nico's
and eat.
Uh, I told him I was
gonna come over.
What's the matter with Miller?
I wanna go to Nico's.
Hey, that journey's 50/50.
-FAN 1: Mr. Pastore!
-Hey, hey, Judge, how you doing?
Mr. Pastore, Vincent,
this is my wife, Renee.
-Hey, Renee. How are you
-Renee, this is Mr. Pastore.
-The actor.
-Nice to meet you.
-Right.
-So, how you been?
I've been good I got a new uh,
show.
-Smash.
-Oh.
-Very lucky. Very lucky.
-Uh, you know, it's good.
We got picked up.
We're doing pretty good.
-Very good.
-Yeah.
So, how's community service?
Community service?
They had me raking fucking
leaves in Central Park.
Should've had you do my yard.
Ah, fuck you, you scumbag.
Now these guys on your back
all the time.
Fuck that motherfucking judge.
He had me raking fucking leaves
like I was a fucking poor.
Like a fucking loan shark.
Fuck him. Fuck him.
Fuck 'em all.
Like a bad penny,
always shows up.
I'm retiring.
Look at this cute girl.
-Mr. Pastore!
-VINCENT: Yes?
Can I take a picture?
Oh, yeah, Butchie,
come on take a picture.
-WOMAN 4: Here. Here.
-All right. Okay. Come on.
Oh, sorry.
Over here, Butchie.
You're in the light.
In the light.
Ready?
BUTCHIE:
You ready?
(CAMERA CLICKS)
-That's good. That's good.
-Good? Okay.
-You got one. Thank you.
-Thank you so much. Thanks.
-Bye.
-My dad loves you so much.
Tell him I said hello.
-WOMAN 4: Okay, I will.
-She's cute.
Hey, where do
you know her from?
I just met her.
Yeah, but the way
she looked at you--
She's young enough
to be my daughter.
-Leave me alone here.
-She's nice.
Why don't you find
somebody my age?
So, how you doing?
You getting lucky lately?
-I, um--
-Huh?
Does your piece of league
still work or what?
Yo, how is your piece of league?
Uh, I may have shot.
Your piece of league is shot?
Watch out for this guy.
He's a stalker.
-FRANKIE: Vinnie! Vin, Vin, Vin?
-Yeah, what's up? Yeah.
-Listen.
-Hey, hey, Frankie.
-How are you? Listen.
-How you doing? What?
Good. I-- I got a part for you.
I wrote a script.
Well, you gotta talk
to my agent.
-But-- but-- please.
-I don't want to take scripts.
Just read--
just read this script, please.
Is there a part for Butchie?
-Yes.
-Here Butchie, here.
Anybody that you want to
have a part has got a part.
No, you got to get
Butchie something.
-FRANKIE: Butch!
-Pain in the ass.
Come on, Butchie, let's go.
We're late for dinner.
BUTCHIE:
Pick it up. Pick it up later.
Come on, Butch.
Johnny, come with me.
He's over here.
Hey, you got to look at the
script.
I gave you the script.
Hey, he threw it in the garbage.
I looked at the script
and now I'm giving it back
to you.
-Why?
-Because I-- I'm retired.
I quit. Fuck this business.
(CHUCKLES)
Fuck him.
He pops over to play scripts.
Everybody's got a script.
Everybody's got a script.
Oh my God.
Let me go upstairs and relax.
Right-- (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Oh, we're going to eat here,
right?
-It's crowded.
-You got any money?
I got a card.
No, he don't take credit cards.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Wade, what are you doing?
-WADE: Hey, Vinnie.
-VINCENT: How are you?
-VINCENT: You know Butchie?
-BUTCHIE: Hey, how you doing?
WADE:
Hey. What's up, Butch?
VINCENT:
It's good. Good to see you.
BUTCHIE:
What's up? Good to see you.
WADE:
What's going on?
VINCENT:
Eh, you know, I'm on a--
I come over here, figure
I eat, check it out, relax.
Everybody's breaking
my balls out there.
I got your table.
We're all ready
for you upstairs.
-Upstairs?
-Yes.
VINCENT:
You got a lift?
Why are we eating here?
VINCENT:
Because he don't charge us.
What are you, rich?
BUTCHIE:
Not right with me.
VINCENT:
What? We went to La Mela.
BUTCHIE:
You got cash?
VINCENT:
He charged me $50
for a pasta fusilli.
-WAITRESS 2: Hey, Vinnie.
-Hey.
-Hey, Butch.
-BUTCHIE: What's up?
-Thank you.
-How you doing?
I'm okay.
Vinnie, would you
sign these for my dad?
-He's really sick.
-What's the matter with him?
He's got congestive
heart failure.
Oh, boy. What's his name?
Ben.
Ben.
" Get well ", listen.
You see my new show?
Yeah.
-You like it?
-I love it.
-Smash?
-I love it.
-You still acting?
-Yeah.
Okay, I'm gonna come
by tomorrow
and uh, drop me, uh,
give me a headshot and resume.
Oh, that would be awesome.
And I give it to the producers.
-Thank you. Thank you.
-Okay. Okay, bye.
-Love you.
-So, Butchie.
You got your button on.
What are you guys doing?
What do you want?
An autograph or something?
What are you doing?
Meet and greets?
-I got fans.
-Where do you post this?
TikTok?
Facebook?
I guess once a week
and I'll fucking post.
I don't know, I'll do it.
(CHUCKLES)
So, where you going with this?
The liberal agenda?
I mean, it's bad enough
you're a fucking rat, right?
I told this whole
goddamn commission--
Rat?
What are you calling
me a fucking rat for?
Hey, you know what your
father would have done?
He would have thrown you off
a fucking (SPEAKS ITALIAN)
-What's wrong with you?
-Boss, what are you doing?
He's an actor.
What are you doing in
a Chinese restaurant?
-I go there. I like the place--
-I'm talking about the girl.
-I like her.
-The reptile with the girl?
Who, that motherfucker?
Yeah, the snakey fucker.
With this--
Fuck kung fu, motherfucker.
Fuck him.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Keep his fucking face together.
-You know what he's into?
-What?
-Boss?
-Shut up!
He sold kidneys.
Kidneys?
Yeah, women's kidneys.
Are we clear now?
Yes, boss.
O-- okay, look.
This girl is gonna
get fucking hurt.
Okay, we need your help.
Yeah, but why me?
'Cause you're Smash.
-Listen, Mr. Pastore.
-No, no, no, no.
Okay.
It's Smash.
()
DOMINIC:
He's coming, he's coming.
There he is. Hey, hey, Santo.
JERRY:
Hey, Santo!
DOMINIC:
Hey, hey. How you doin', buddy?
SANTO:
The fuck?
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Roc-- Rocco, please.
I gotta get home to my wife.
She needs me please.
I don't wanna hear about
your wife fucking bullshit.
I'll take care of your wife.
Did you find my fucking money?
Uh, no, I swear to God,
I looked everywhere.
I-- I don't fucking
know where it is.
ROCCO:
What's the matter?
You don't wanna betray
your fucking delusional boss?
Rocco,
you gotta believe me, please.
I think you're fucking lying
to me.
Why would I lie to you? Please.
ROCCO:
You know what I wanna do?
I wanna punish you
and cut something off.
Maybe a finger.
Nah, he's got 10.
What's the point?
Maybe we should
cut his fucking dick off,
so he can not bang
his beautiful wife no more.
That's a good fucking idea.
Jerry, drop his
fucking drawers.
What? Are you kidding?
What, you didn't hear me?
I said drop his fucking drawers.
I'm not gonna do that.
Pop, come on.
Cut his dick off?
What's the matter?
Now he can't fuck you no more?
I'm not gonna do it.
You guys out of
your fucking mind?
It's gonna be his fucking cock
or yours.
Which one is it?
Yo, yo, guys, guys, guys.
Take a look.
You know what? Fuck this guy.
His cock's too small anyway.
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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
()
You gonna be able to drive home
after drinking
all that wine tonight?
Rocco.
Oh my God.
You look great.
ANTONIA:
Thank you.
I thought you were--
I'm back, baby.
()
I keep wondering,
how it would have been
if you hadn't met her.
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You and me,
we might have had kids.
Antonia, stop.
I don't want to hear it.
What?
All those years,
sitting in that jail cell,
just thinking what it was,
what it could have been.
I don't want to hear it.
Okay.
Hey, what's the matter?
You look sad.
My brother, Al,
did you ever meet him?
I don't know.
No.
He's going through
some kind of crisis
or something.
After our parents died,
he shut down.
He stayed in the house
that we grew up in.
He compulsively read books
and watched movies
about the mafia.
Started dressing like
an old-time gangster.
And now, he's behaving like one.
(SIGHS)
You know, I feel really
bad about your brother.
He must be hurting inside.
Hmm.
Well, I sought counsel.
And what came out of it is,
everything that triggers
his imagination has to go.
I have to get into his house
and make everything disappear.
But I can't do it alone.
Sweetheart, you're not alone.
I can help you.
I can just go in there
and get everything out.
Would you do that for me?
Absolutely.
Could you make it
look like a robbery?
You think I did
20 years for nothing?
()
The keys to the house?
Hmm.
()
Yeah, Q's out.
()
It's a fucking sauna here.
-It's too hot.
-Let's do this quick.
Did you bring a bag, so
we can put some stuff in?
I did, I did.
What the fuck?
You bring a body bag?
He said big money.
Big money, big bag?
Just fucking...
-Let's go.
-What?
You said it.
(LYRICS IN ITALIAN)
()
Can you believe
this fucking guy?
ROCCO:
He's crazy.
Hey, pop.
Come here, you gotta see this.
()
This guy's got this thing
of ours plastered
all over the fucking walls.
Crazy Joe.
Lucky. Galante.
I remember this shit
like it was yesterday.
I bet you do.
What a fucking freak
this motherfucker is.
Did you find any money?
-Nah.
-Did you find any money?
-No.
-They gotta be somewhere, Rocco.
Not here.
What a waste of fucking time.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Before we go, rip all this
fucking shit down.
All right.
()
A waste of fucking time.
We're sweating our balls off
for fucking nothing.
Come on, pop. It's no big deal.
What are we gonna do?
What the fuck is this, Fredo?
What? I thought you'd like it.
Well, I don't.
()
ROCCO:
Hey, Fredo.
Let's go.
Fredo, huh?
Well, fuck you.
()
So, Smash.
You seen this clown yet?
This snakehead?
I've been here a while.
I ain't seen no snakes.
How long have you been here?
I've been here an hour.
I hope you're packing.
Packing.
He fucking wants
me to kill somebody?
YUN:
Oh. My movie star's here.
VINCENT:
Wait, wait, wait.
These are my friends.
They got something
very important to say.
-Okay, yes.
-Yeah.
This is regarding Li Ming.
Is she here?
Li Ming, yeah. Wait, she's here.
Oh, there you are.
How you doing?
-Hey, you're back!
-DON Q: Yeah.
It's just--
look, it's none of my business,
but the other guy who was
here the other night out here.
LI MING:
Yongzheng? Yongzheng?
I don't care if he's your lover,
your brother, boyfriend,
whatever.
He's gonna take you
and this place,
and your family.
They're gonna
use you like cargo.
Baby, I gotta call
you back, okay?
What, now?
Okay, listen.
Call a cab,
and I'll meet you
at the hospital.
-Okay, bye. Love you.
-What are you talking about?
They trade people like potatoes
on a freight ship.
-What are you talking about?
-Him!
That's who I'm talking about.
Come here. I wanna know.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
-DON Q: I wanna know.
-Hey. Look at me.
-No, I wanna know.
-Look at me. Look at me.
-Hey, I wanna know.
-LI MING: Get the fuck out!
-Let's go, let's go.
-(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Please leave.
Why don't you fucking chill
out, you kung fu motherfucker?
-DON Q: Fuck!
-You cut me, you son of a bitch.
SANTO:
Vinnie, let's go.
-DON Q: Fuck you.
-SANTO: Come on.
YUN:
Vinnie!
What the fuck...
DON Q:
Come on.
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Boss, what do we do?
I gotta think it through,
all right?
Take me to the hospital.
I don't wanna die in
a Chinese restaurant.
SANTO:
Boss, my phone is fucking dead.
What am I gonna fucking do?
She's waiting there for me.
I'm sorry, boss.
What are you sorry about?
SANTO:
About the way it went down
with Li Ming.
DON Q:
That's people, pal.
People despise
people who love 'em.
They love people who don't.
That's people.
Learn to live with it.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
()
SINGER:
(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
()
(POLICE SIREN WAILING IN
DISTANCE)
Listen, get yourself an Uber,
get yourself a cab,
whatever you gotta do.
You can't be late for that.
You can't be late.
Just go, all right?
-Go, go. Good luck.
-Wh-- what about you?
It's gonna go great, i'm good,
iI'm good, go, go!
(CAR WHIRRING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
()
Come once again
to Chinatown,
talk to my woman, you're dead.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
()
DON Q:
What's the matter?
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
LI MING:
Li Ming.
(LAUGHTER)
YONGZHENG:
Talk to my woman.
You're dead.
SANTO:
Holy shit, boss.
Oh my God.
Boss, you all right?
Boss, what the fuck
did he do to you?
Oh my God.
Boss, boss, here
let me help you out.
-Let me help you out.
-I'm all right.
SANTO:
Wait here.
Here, let me get this.
I'm fine.
()
Don.
What did they do to us, Don?
Get those motherfuckers.
Take care of this, Don.
Get 'em.
(SOBS)
()
SKATEBOARDERS:
Go, go, go, go, go.
Whoo!
()
I swear I was gonna pay you back
just as soon as you got out.
Well, I'm out.
Where's my fucking money?
Give me two days, all right,
and I'll have your 2 grand.
That was 20 fucking years ago.
With interest and inflation,
it's fucking 20 grand now.
20 fucking grand!
Think about it!
How the fuck am I supposed
to come up with that?
I can't even pay my rent!
You got two days,
20 fucking grand.
-Two days.
-Look at that.
Get the fuck out of here.
ROCCO:
The fuck is this?
These fucking guys
coming to our neighborhood?
Yeah, yeah.
You want to go to war with us?
PETE:
Hey, Don.
Look.
Over there.
()
PETE:
That's it.
It's your moment, Don.
Look at you.
You've been wanting
to kill this motherfucker
from the first moment
you seen him.
Hmm?
What are you not
understanding, Don?
Your sister.
He fucked your little sister.
And mom and dad found out.
And let me tell you,
they weren't happy.
And then they got in the car,
and they had a fight.
And then boom!
Shut up!
(GRUNTS)
B-- b--
Boss.
Boss, what are
you doing with that?
DON Q:
Get out!
NEIGHBOR:
Oh my God!
SANTO:
Boss.
Boss, please.
Boss, wait.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
SANTO:
Boss, please.
Boss, please.
Boss, please don't do this.
Please. Please.
Boss, I'm begging you. Boss!
Listen to me! Look at me!
Enough! That's it!
You're not a fucking gangster,
Al!
You fucking-- You've lost your
mind!
It's just-- it's madness!
Why?
'Cause I see it as it is.
Not as it should be!
If I see it as it should be,
I'd be late!
I'm never late!
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
(SKATEBOARDERS CHEERING)
(GRUNTING)
ROCCO:
Motherfucker!
(GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
ROCCO:
You motherfucker!
You want to fucking hurt me,
huh?
You want to fucking shoot me,
you motherfucker?
Fuck you!
Hey!
You want to fucking kill me?
Time to die, you motherfu--
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
()
JERRY:
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God!
Dad?
()
ANTONIA:
Look at you.
Look at your face!
Antonia.
Alfonso.
Look at this.
Look at what the
city is coming to.
It's like we're back
in the 1970s.
Thank you for coming,
Father Peter.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
So, we're here to discuss the
fact that my brother, Alfonso,
has not been taking
the medications.
I don't want to be told
what to take,
where to take, how to take it,
who to take it with,
(SPEAKS ITALIAN), all right. I
don't want to be told.
All I know is that you have
developed
this perverse fascination
with the mafia
from a century ago.
Antonia, we all
have perversities.
Alfonso, perversions are--
are issues
that shouldn't be closeted
and left in the dark.
I mean, we have to confront
these perversions head on.
Ana Maria Berdugo.
Does that ring a bell?
You performed the
wedding ceremony.
I was there.
Yeah, I've known the family
since they were little kids.
And she confided in me
something about you.
Yeah.
You had an ongoing relationship
with her.
Oh my God.
Yeah, she had a lot of
respect for you.
A lot of nice things to say.
Good things.
Good things.
Yeah, she only broke it off,
'cause, uh,
evidently found you
in bed with her mother.
Oh my Lord.
Alfonso, please.
Sometimes you gotta keep that
old cock in the frock.
I mean, this is absurd.
That's a conversation you
have with yourself, you know.
Maybe God. Not with me.
And I never pass judgment
on people
until I can verify the facts.
You're making up the story.
DON Q:
Speaking of facts,
Miss Goody Two Shoes,
you broke my heart.
You swapped your mother
and father,
my mother and father
to your degenerate friends.
You know what
bugged me to this day?
You stood there stupefied
when they dropped you.
Where is this coming from?
Do you think the people in
this neighborhood really
give a rat's ass to what?
I talk to myself all day long?
That I live in another world?
What, that I amuse myself?
That I play cowboys
and Indians with these wannabes?
What, that I medicate myself?
I try to make
myself feel better?
I fulfill my fantasies?
Guess what?
They got their own
goddamn fantasies.
Hey.
They're trying to cope with
just to get through the day.
-Alfonso, please.
-DON Q: You know what?
Half this neighborhood,
half this goddamn nation
right now looks
like a mental institution.
Well, guess what?
We're still here.
And we fight every day.
-FATHER PETER: Please.
-With each other.
-DON Q: You know what?
-Alfonso, please calm down.
Please.
DON Q:
And you know what?
You're right.
I'm trapped.
()
DON Q:
I gotta go back.
I gotta go back to my books.
ANTONIA:
Oh my God.
I'm gonna go back to my books.
I'm going back to my books.
If you didn't burn them,
did you burn my books?
I didn't burn your books!
You burned my books?
-ANTONIA: No!
-If you burned my...
If you burned my books--
ANTONIA:
What are you talking about?
Alfonso, please.
I was somebody.
I was somebody once.
Somewhere.
Sometime.
Sometime.
I was a guy, you know?
I was a guy.
I wanted my salvation, too.
You know?
I wanted salvation.
I wanted to make affirmations.
I wanted indignation.
I wanted...
I wanted outrage.
You know?
Real outrage.
That's what I wanted.
Where's your outrage?
ANTONIA:
I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
DON Q (OS/ON):
Where's your outrage?
You see these kids
down there on the street?
Those little girls from China?
They got no human rights.
Do you understand?
They're one step
away from being slaves.
Slaves.
To your boyfriend,
I might add, your Rocco.
Okay?
In bed,
with a fucking snakehead.
Okay, all right.
Human trafficking!
That's trap!
What do you want me to do?
I apologize, okay?
You know what
you do in this life?
You just try to
make things visible.
That's all.
Where are you going?
Alfonso, come back here!
(Don Q sighs)
Oh my God.
(CRIES)
I'm so sorry.
(SIGHS)
We can't do anything,
but just pray.
Pray?
Pray!
()
()
()
()
()
DON Q:
The Secret Society
has always been.
You're born in shadows.
You reign in shadows.
You die in shadows.
You know what's left in this
neighborhood nowadays?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Posting their quotes,
social media.
Showing off like peacocks.
Let me tell you something.
We don't need
peacocks around here.
We need foxes who can sense it.
Who can smell the danger.
We need lions
chomp on these bastards.
Hey, that's why
it is what it is.
It's the Secret Society.
And come on, you know it.
Your old man was there.
They set us the table like
they were the founders.
I'm talking Gambino,
Profaci, Genovese, Bonanno.
They laid down the rules.
That was a blueprint.
Hey, this is a call of duty.
It's an obligation.
And you know it.
So, don't you sit there
and stare at me
like I'm trapped
in some kind of a bubble.
In some sort of utopia.
Hey, you see the street?
You see that window?
50 years I watched this street
from that window.
You know what I see?
I see resilience.
I see affirmations.
You know?
-WAITRESS 1: Buongiorno.
-Grazie.
WAITRESS 1:
Here's your Espresso.
Every day I'm here.
I have my double espressos, huh.
Then I go back to my books.
I live for my books.
Some people bake and all, huh?
Some slice gabagool.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
WAITRESS 1:
What would you like to order?
Give him the tiramisu.
-WAITRESS 1: Be right back.
-(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Grazie.
You know, some days
you're embarrassed.
I should've known better.
I should've known better.
(FOOTSTEPS)
(OPENS AND SHUTS THE DOOR)
()
(LYRICS IN ITALIAN)
(BUS WHIRRING AND BEEPING)
JACKIE:
Good morning, Don Q.
How are you doing, Jackie?
You know, the other night,
somebody tried to muscle
into your stop.
No shit.
DON Q:
I shot him right the fuck down.
JACKIE:
What would I ever
do without you?
I don't make a promise
I don't keep.
You the man.
Have a good one, Don Q.
()
()
We all need a helping hand
NICOLA:
Looking good, Don Q.
Trying to give me Anastasia's
hairdo?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
He's-- He's new.
ENZO:
Who's Anastasia?
I don't know Anastasia.
NICOLA:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH) Anastasia.
-He's crazy.
-Okay.
-What's the matter with you?
-I don't know this guy.
You're out of your mind.
Gonna get (INDISTINCT SPEECH)
()
Don-- Don Q.
Please.
Five minutes.
Let me finish the
back of the neck, Please.
-Just sit back down.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Don Q.
()
()
Hey! Punks.
(ITALIAN SONG)
JOAN:
Here's to the Don.
Thank you, Joan.
Boy, if these walls could talk.
They've seen the great ones.
And now they're looking
at the greatest of them all.
(CHUCKLES)
SKATEBOARDER:
Yay!
DON Q:
Wow.
What did I do to deserve this?
What is going on?
What does it look
like we're doing?
We're skating.
Hey, you wanna run people over?
It's my neighborhood.
I'll decide if it's you
or not.
-What are you gonna do, huh?
-(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
STICKY:
We'll skate wherever
the fuck we want to skate.
-I don't hear you.
-Screw. Get out of here.
-What'd you say to me?
-I said screw!
-Screw?
-Yeah.
Who's going to screw?
You want to screw me?
-Hey, what are you gonna do?
-No one's screwing nothing.
Just back the fuck off
and get out of here.
Hey, what the fuck do
you think it is, huh?
-Get out fucking--
-Come on, Sticky!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You want to get out?
Come on, bro-boy!
Come on, douchey bro-boy!
You want to kickflip with me?
Let's get out!
Here we are, sir,
your carbonara.
That's not what I ordered.
I'm so sorry.
What-- what was your order?
I ordered the penne arrabbiata.
-Okay, sir. I'm so sorry.
-No, no worries.
No, no.
I'll have a penne arrabbiata
made right away.
I've got to get out of here.
-I'm so sorry, man.
-DON Q: Oh.
-DON Q: Have a good night.
-SANTO: Sir.
-What's the problem, man?
-I told you.
It's always a fucking problem
with this one.
I could have sworn.
I swear to God.
I thought he said the carb--
MARCELLO:
We could be the losing
customer because of you.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Who knows just
how wide is the sky?
(SHUTS THE DOOR, BELL CHIMING)
(LI MING SCREAMING)
()
LI MING:
Let me go!
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
DON Q:
What are you doing?
Hey!
You get your hands off her!
Do you hear me?
I'm coming after you, you fuck!
Get your hands off of her!
Mind your own business.
Oh, you got balls?
Fucking mamaluke.
()
PETE:
What are you gonna
do about that?
MAN 1:
Be a man, Don.
Let's go, Don.
It's time to do something.
AL CAPONE:
What are you gonna do about it?
PETE:
Come on, Don.
We're waiting for you.
Come on, what are you doing?
MAN 2:
Be tough, Don.
Do something.
You better make it happen, Don.
Don, you got a solution?
Be a man, Don.
MAN 1:
What are you gonna do about it?
Everybody's waiting, Don.
Do something
about it, all right?
Make a decision, Don.
Let's go, Don.
What are you gonna do about it?
Everybody's waiting on you, Don.
I-- I got to do something
about it.
MAN 2:
We got to do
something about it.
I got to do something about it.
PETE:
Do something about it.
I got to do something about it.
MAN 1:
What are you gonna do about it?
MAN 2:
Be a man, Don.
PETE:
Do something
about it, all right?
MAN 1:
Let's go, Don.
What are you gonna do about it?
MAN 2:
We're waiting for you. Come on.
What are you doing?
MAN 1:
What are you gonna
do about it, Don?
Be tough, Don.
Do something.
PETE:
You better make it happen, Don.
Hey, everybody's waiting, Don.
Be a man, Don.
Do something
about it, all right?
MAN 1:
Let's go, Don.
What are you
going to do about it?
Make a decision, Don.
PETE:
Do something
about it, all right?
()
(GASPS)
What?
(CHUCKLES)
You're gonna hit me with that?
DON Q:
What?
Hey, what are you
doing with my keys?
I want my keys back.
ANTONIA:
Yeah, sure.
What if you drop dead?
How am I gonna find out?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
And just remember, this
place is half mine, sweetheart.
Mom and Dad left it
to the both of us.
Oh my God, it's hot.
What's wrong
with that air conditioning?
(ANTONIA SIGHING)
ANTONIA:
The door.
I wonder what's
in there so secret.
You want to try
and find out?
Yeah, one day
I'm gonna find out.
Stay out of it.
ANTONIA:
What is all this?
Huh?
You're entertaining now?
-I have a meeting.
-ANTONIA: A meeting?
What kind of meeting?
Business meeting.
ANTONIA:
Right.
Meetings.
You're always
having meetings now.
Have you been taking
your medication?
I don't need medications, mom.
What did you say?
I don't need
medications, all right?
ANTONIA:
Yes, you do, Al.
You do need them.
No, I don't.
You know what happens
when you don't take them.
DON Q:
I have a meeting.
I have to go.
Why don't you want
to take the medication?
DON Q:
I don't want to fight.
When you leave,
leave things as they are.
-How you doing, huh? You good?
-Ah.
Good morning, Mr. Quinto.
Yeah.
Hey, by the way, my A.C.
is broke.
I have to speak to
the landlord about that.
And what they do now is
they send somebody
to see
if they can fix it first.
What are we talking about?
It's the new procedure.
They want to save money.
So it's about money?
It's always about
money with those guys.
-Come here.
-SUPER: No. Wait.
-No, no.
-SUPER: No, Mr. Quinto.
I don't want your money.
I don't want--
You take that for yourself.
Another hundred.
You make it real,
but by the night.
SUPER:
I--
DON Q:
Hey.
I love you.
Where we going?
Where we going?
-DOMINIC: Hey.
-Hey, Don Q!
How you doin'?
I like your suit, Don Q.
Look sharp.
Going to see the king?
DON Q:
You bet I am.
DOMINIC:
Have a good day, Don Q?
(ITALIAN MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Ciao.
Hey.
You got a minute?
Not now. Not here.
Go sit outside.
Come out in 15 minutes.
-Go sit outside.
-I'll be here.
MAN ON STREET:
Go, go.
Go!
Go, go, go! Hey!
What's up?
I got no workers.
I got no waiters.
And you're breaking my balls.
DON Q:
Are we living in parks, though?
What's with these
freaking punks?
Right there.
With the baccalas.
The pop-top wheel.
PUNK 1:
Hey.
You know, back in the day,
you were beaten
for that kind of disrespect.
BABY JOHN:
Back in my day,
I didn't want
a fucking baseball bat,
I'd break their legs.
Yeah, I want to do
something about it.
I think you should go back
on your Dorasin,
or the fucking meds you take.
Hey, don't fall on that
plate of food you throw, huh?
I'll see you in the nut house.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN
BACKGROUND)
()
NICK:
You know, Al,
my brother's right.
We never had a problem
with these skateboarders.
They come in, they sit down.
They order.
They eat.
They drink.
They pay their check.
Finito.
So eat, order, pay.
But you don't see that
as kind of a war craft.
Or maybe a deception.
By whom?
DON Q:
I don't know.
Could be another family.
Could be government.
I mean, come on.
They do assault people,
you know.
Maybe you're the fool.
Maybe they're fooling you.
I've been called worse.
I've been called worse.
NICK:
Al, he meant no disrespect.
He's a little hotheaded.
But you're right.
We're gonna keep
an eye on this for you.
You know,
I could never fully embrace
even a-- a concept
of tomorrow, you know.
Why is that?
I could never even imagine what
tomorrow might--
might possibly bring.
Who can?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
NICK:
Salut.
(LYRICS SPEAKS ITALIAN)
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
SINGER:
(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
Here is your carbonara.
Buon appetito.
MARCELLO:
You always do the same mistake.
-Come on.
-SANTO: I-- Okay, Marcello.
Marcello, okay.
MARCELLO:
It's always the same
fucking problem.
SANTO:
Marcello, Marcello. Marcello,
I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry.
What's your problem, man?
You've got to stop.
Always you break glass.
SANTO:
Marcello, please,
please, please.
MARCELLO:
What's your fucking problem?
You've got to stop that.
Do you understand that?
-SANTO: Ah, Marcello.
-You understand?
-You've got to stop.
-Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Okay.
DON Q:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
What-- what's fucking
wrong with you, man?
-What's your problem?
-(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
What's your problem, man?
-What's your problem?
-What's my problem?
I'm your problem.
-No, come on.
-I'm your problem!
-Come on, man.
-Get outta here.
You want to start?
You want to start?
-Stop, man.
-DON Q: I'm your problem.
-Stop, man.
-DON Q: What are you gonna do?
-Are you going to punch me?
-MARCELLO: No.
-DON Q: Come on. Punch me.
-MARCELLO: Stop, man.
DON Q:
Take a shot. Take a shot.
Get in the kitchen.
Get in the kitchen.
-MARCELLO: Come on, man. Stop.
-DON Q: Get in the kitchen.
DON Q:
Get in the fucking kitchen.
MARCELLO:
Stop.
DON Q:
Fuck with me?
You want to fuck with me?
-MARCELLO: I say stop!
-DON Q: Huh?
MARCELLO:
Stop, no.
DON Q:
I'll burn the fat off your ass.
Come here.
Come on.
I'll burn the fat off your ass.
Hey.
BLONDE WAITRESS:
Please, sir, stop.
Guys, he's sorry.
DON Q:
Come here.
It's just
a little bad discussion.
Sorry, guys.
Glass of wine on the house.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
MARCELLO:
What's fucking wrong with you?
Hey! (SPEAKS ITALIAN)
I'll burn the fucking
fat off your ass.
You want to fight?
BLONDE WAITRESS:
Wait. Please.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Oh my God.
What happened?
Fucking Marcello.
Got into a fight with him.
Again?
SANTO:
Again.
He's a fucking dick.
Baby, I feel so guilty.
What?
Why?
Just... Me.
Not being able to work.
Are you crazy?
Baby, look at
what you're doing.
I mean, you're literally--
You're creating
a little human being.
Do you realize
how hard that is?
Yeah, I realize how hard it is.
Come on.
Don't talk like that.
Don't worry about me.
I'll take care of
what I got to do.
Oh.
How was your day?
I mean, well, aside
from, you know, Marcello,
it wasn't bad.
Oh, boy.
It was a weird night, though.
DON Q:
They just let you go?
()
Were you waiting
for me out here?
What's your name?
Santo.
Yeah. Where are you from?
Brooklyn.
Where are your parents from?
SANTO:
Oh, they're from Italy.
Naples.
It's a good place.
Oh, you know it.
So, what's next?
Today was your shirt.
In a week, it's your leg.
What happens then?
I find you
wrapped up in a rug?
In a Belt Parkway?
-You think?
-I don't think.
I know.
I don't even what to--
I don't even know what to say.
A little proposition for you.
Some business.
I-- I don't really know
anything about business.
Michael Jordan?
You know about sneakers?
No.
Meet me here
tomorrow, all right?
Make it noon.
-SANTO: Okay.
-Don't be late.
TERESA:
What's he do?
SANTO:
I have no idea.
Seems nice though.
Just be careful, okay?
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
()
(CHEERING)
Thank you for coming.
Thank you, man.
MAN 3:
Rocco.
Awesome. Hi, sweetheart.
-WOMAN 1: Hi Rocco.
-Hi.
Hey, hey, hey.
-WOMAN 1: Oh my God.
-Dad, you look terrific.
Jail preserved me.
(CHUCKLES)
After 20 fucking years,
I look the same.
-You sure do, papa.
-You do.
-MAN 4: Yeah.
-Sure do.
(CLAPPING)
Come on,
let's get him a drink over here.
Come on, let's go get a drink!
MAN 5:
Guys.
(OLD THRILLER MUSIC)
NARRATOR:
Previously on Smash.
MAN 6: (ON TV)
It was the fucking
Leone family.
They're the ones that offed
Momo.
Motherfuckers.
I love Momo.
They're gonna
pay for this big time.
-Big time.
-Yeah.
I want Smash.
I want him fucking dead.
WOMAN 2:
Don't go, Smash.
It's too dangerous.
This is the life I chose, baby.
I don't want you to
die on me, Smash.
SMASH: (ON TV)
Ah, Stevie.
I guess you didn't
see it coming.
Come on, Smash.
You got a lot of fucking
balls coming here alone.
Big fucking balls.
(TIRES SCREECHING, GUNSHOTS
IN TV)
SERPICO:
Your time is up, Smash.
You're going down.
Fuck you, Serpico.
Hey, easy.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
DOMINIC:
I'm gonna give my five anyway.
22 or 25. It's the--
Ah, Jesus.
What's up?
Don Q. Again.
DOMINIC:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN) Not now.
-Is he coming in?
-Yep.
Oh shoot.
Whoo.
How you doing? Whoo.
Give me two of those.
Oh, well,
I'm putting together my crew.
If anybody wants in.
Yeah, I can give you--
I'll give you 24 hours.
How's that?
Mario.
Put this all on me.
Will you?
Good.
Ci vediamo.
Ciao.
(LAUGH)
That guy is fucking fucked up.
(CHUCKLES)
Dominic.
What the fuck was that about?
-Forget about it, Rocco.
-Who's that jerk-off?
Not worth it.
Not worth it?
Some asshole comes in here,
talks shit to you,
and you guys don't
give him a fucking beat.
No, no, no, pop, pop.
You don't understand, all right?
This guy is fucking crazy.
All right?
All he does is
stay up all night.
Reads mob books.
Watches mob movies.
His brain is fucking dried up.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
The good thing is
that he's sitting
on a fucking big pile of cash.
How much cash we talking about?
Talking about oil cash.
Oil? No shit.
-Mm-hmm.
-A lot.
SANTO:
You know, I never saw
a little Italy from this view.
DON Q:
See the street here?
Mulberry Street.
Yeah.
My family's been downstairs
there 130 years.
That's a rent control building.
$15 a month, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
-Holy cow.
-Yeah.
130 years ago,
this was all-- all Neapolitan.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Elizabeth Street.
That was Sicilian.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Math Street, Calabrese.
Think about that.
From the Bowery all
the way to Lafayette here,
from Houston all
the way down to Worth.
Solo Italian.
Well,
what do you think happened?
DON Q:
Well, why do you
think we came here?
-For a better life.
-No.
Why did we come here?
I feel like that-- that's
why my family came. I--
We came here
to escape our illusionists.
We came to escape
these little mafiotocrisies.
That little fucking
restaurant you work there.
Marcellino and his pals.
Who, by the way, 130 years ago,
they earned the nickname
of the Mott Street Davos.
Are you gonna be doing
something seriously egregious
to be called
that by an Italian?
The Italians come here
130 years ago.
This whole--
The streets here,
they're paved with gold.
They had to wade
through horse shit
up to their eyeballs
just to get to work.
And they worked
a hundred hours a week.
At the end of that week,
all you wanted
was a lousy drink.
One drink.
That's when those
clowns came in.
They supplied the booze, right?
Guess what?
When the booze
didn't close the spread,
they collected your rent.
But with a five-point fig.
Now you come from Italy,
you're here in New York.
You pay your bills in Italy
with a five-point fig.
Just to keep a lock on that.
That's a mob, kid.
That's criminals.
Petty fucking criminals.
-Are we clear?
-Yeah, uh-- Can I just--
Can I say something real quick?
I appreciate the opportunity
you've given me and everything,
but I'm not gonna
be able to take it, you know.
What are you saying
you don't want to say?
I see it in your eyes.
What are you saying
you don't want to say?
Just say it.
I'm saying uh, no, thank you.
What do you mean
no, thank you?
-SANTO: I agree I appreciate it.
-We made a deal. Come on.
I have great instincts
about you.
What are you
arguing with me for?
Listen, I-- I really
appreciate it.
And I thank you again.
I appreciate what you
did for me last night.
Who you talking to?
-Listen it's just work--
-DON Q: Come on.
-Hey, you're with me.
-It's just that--
You're with me.
Things that
I've heard about you.
What have you heard about me?
SANTO:
I'm-- I'm just.
I'm good where I'm at.
You know, I'm just going to keep
doing what I'm doing.
And I--
Who said that?
SANTO:
What are you--
what are you gonna do?
Listen. No, no, no.
Please don't say
anything crazy like this.
DON Q:
Fuck you, man.
Fuck you, man.
SANTO:
Look-- (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
MARCELLO:
Negay. Negay. Negay. Negay.
-Huh?
-MARCELLO: Are you crazy?
-Negay.
-Huh?
-SANTO: Please, please.
-DON Q: Fuck you, man.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
DON Q:
Fuck you, man!
-MARCELLO: You are crazy.
-DON Q: Get up!
(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
Hey, Father Peter.
()
Oh, thank you.
It's great to see you.
(CHUCKLES)
()
Father Peter,
a man with his needs.
What?
I know a few girls
in neighborhood
who want to get laid.
(CHUCKLES)
Always joking around, Rock.
You never changed.
No, no, she-- she's just one of
many looking for comfort.
Uh, you know, in the
house of our Lord, of course.
-Yeah, all right, whatever.
-DON Q: Get out!
Hey, uh, what's the story
with this guy, Don Q?
Oh, Don Q,
my Don, he's a piece of work.
(CHUCKLES)
You'll never get bored
when he's around,
I'll tell you that much.
You know, a little birdie
told me he's got a lot of cash
he's loaded.
Yeah, that's true.
He and his sister have been
big donors of the church.
And um, his parents were
the biggest importers of oil.
I'm telling you, at one point,
every spoon of tomato sauce
in this neighborhood
was made with their olive oil.
Olive oil?
I thought it was oil
from the fucking ground.
But you know, oil is oil.
When the parents died
tragically,
they left the business to him
and his sister.
And uh, they sold the business
and didn't have
to work a day in their lives.
The Quintos?
DON Q:
I'll burn the fat off your ass.
Yeah.
SANTO:
Listen, there's
a way to do this.
DON Q:
Get out of the box.
SANTO:
Like a fucking normal
human being.
DON Q:
Get out of the box.
Get out of the box.
ROCCO:
What's going on in here?
What's going on here?
DON Q:
Hey, hey, hey.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
MARCELLO:
Why don't you fix him up?
What's your problem?
DON Q:
I'll rip your tongue out.
Come on, come on.
ROCCO:
Go inside.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
Go inside!
Huh?
Jerry, get him over here.
Sit.
JERRY:
Yeah. Please sit down.
Please sit down.
DON Q:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Relax.
DON Q:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Sit down. Have a seat.
I'll rip his fucking
tongue out.
I'll rip his fucking
tongue out.
My name is Rocco Esposito.
I'm from the neighborhood.
I heard you're
looking for muscle.
And you want to bring it
back the way it used to be.
Who's the muscle?
JERRY:
Look, we're with you.
Oh, yeah?
Consider it.
We'll be in the neighborhood.
Okay.
I'll consider it.
JERRY:
Slow down, all right?
I'll consider it.
-What about you?
-You didn't have to do that.
Are you in?
Are you in now?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm in.
I think we're in now.
()
(LI MING SCREAMING)
(LI MING LAUGHING)
DON Q:
Get your hands off of her!
Mind your own business.
()
(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
LI MING:
Hey, sir. Are you hungry?
We've got the best
Peking duck here.
Would you like to come in?
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
You go on.
Don't bother my girls.
()
You're one of us now.
Lots of pressure,
lots of responsibilities.
Sure you could pull it off?
Keep dancing, Don.
Keep dancing.
Lunch!
Take a look at my menu.
The food is delicious.
And where you're from?
Oh, Spain, it's beautiful.
Umberto's Clam House,
delicious Italian.
Come on in,
we'll get you a table.
Hello, sir.
You want to taste
the best food, literally?
I got a great table for you
right by the window, here.
I'm going to Caf Napoli now.
Don't you dare.
I got an outside
table right here.
-Hey. Tommy!
-TOMMY: What?
I've been coming here
40 years.
The food delicious over here.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
No guys,
lunch is on the house.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
TOMMY:
Take it easy. Forget about it.
MAN 8:
We've got this nice unit here.
Even in this crazy market,
I'm pretty sure
we're going to sell it.
This guy's sounding like
a real player on the phone.
So just, he's here.
Okay, I got to go, bye.
Jerry! Nice to meet you.
-Hi.
-MAN 8: Okay, okay.
()
Are these guys here
to buy the property?
Hey, I gave you 200, Andy.
Where's my AC?
What do you mean they fixed it?
Are you smoking dope?
I got sweat stains
in my ass here.
Just get it done,
please, please.
(PHONE RINGING)
DON Q:
Yeah?
Hey.
You got it?
It's the right one?
How much?
I'ma see you tonight.
()
Who are you?
DON Q:
I'm here for Nino.
-Nino.
-You alone?
Well, yeah, I'm alone.
What's the word?
Uh, it's pump-- Pompei.
RAY:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
-Come.
-Good.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
-So, where is it?
-(SPEAKS ITALIAN) relax!
You gotta relax!
Breathe!
Okay!
I got it.
To the trunk, come on!
DON Q:
Okay.
(CAR TRUNK CLICKS, CREAKS)
(SNIFFLES)
Look at this.
Al Capone's gun.
In living color.
Seized by the I.R.S.
during a 1928 arrest!
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Look at that!
Oh, wait, whoa, whoa.
You got the scarol?
(POLICE SIREN IN DISTANCE)
Here's 20 large.
Don't get caught
with this, man.
It's priceless.
Leave it somewhere
in your house safe.
Don't put it
on display for guests.
Okay?
One more thing.
In case you want to take
this big baby for a ride, okay?
DON Q:
I got it, I got it.
Alfonso.
You never know.
-Hmm.
-You never know.
()
(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
Finally.
We thought you'd never come.
-DON Q: Look at this.
-Hey, you're here.
All right, man.
DON Q:
Look at this, look at this.
Ah,
there goes my little darling.
-You brought her back to me.
-DON Q: Huh? Yeah.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you, Don.
No, no, no, no.
We're not safe.
Don, you brought
her back to me.
It's mine, it's mine,
little darling.
-We're not safe! We're not safe!
-Come on, it's mine.
-What are you going?
-DON Q: We're not safe!
-Look here.
-DON Q: We're not safe.
-Where you going?
-DON Q: We're not safe.
PETE:
What did you expect?
Same Don, big fuckin pussy.
DON Q:
We're not safe.
Don, bring my freaking gun
back here.
That's my little pie!
All right.
-Get back.
-DON Q: We're not safe.
(MIMICS BIRD NOISES)
()
All right, all right.
You gotta think yourself as
a man of honor, you know?
You're about to be
photographed, documented,
surveilled by the feds.
You gotta look sharp, huh?
The sharper you look,
the sharper they look.
Think about it, huh?
Everybody walks away happy.
Grandissimo bravo.
Now you look like
classical music, huh?
Think Teresa's gonna like this?
DON Q:
Yeah!
You look like
a Dutch piata, huh?
I'm talking handsome schmansome.
(LAUGHS)
Speaking of Teresa,
she would like to meet you.
DON Q:
Oh yeah?
SANTO:
She wants to thank you for
everything you're doing for me.
And I do, too.
I'm not doing nothing.
SANTO:
Sunday dinner.
What do you think, you'll come?
What, you taking new orders?
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, good.
Schmansome, handsome.
So boss, what about you?
A special woman in your life?
Only one.
()
YUN:
Good evening, sir.
Just yourself?
Come here, please have a seat.
Please.
Thank you.
Here's the menu.
-I remember you.
-Hi.
(chuckles)
-What's your name?
-Suzie.
No, come on.
Your real name?
Li Ming.
-LI MING?
-Mm-hmm.
So pretty.
(GIGGLES)
What would you like to order?
I, uh...
(CHUCKLES)
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
What'd you say?
I said you're very cute.
This is all new for you.
That's sweet.
Uh, what would you advise?
Ah, this one, this one.
Peking duck
and also our egg noodle soup.
-Oh, yeah?
-It's so good.
I trust you.
I trust you.
I'll give you a chef special.
Be right back.
YUN:
Vinnie, here is your check.
VINCENT:
Thank you, sweetheart.
Thank you.
YUN:
Thank you. How's everything?
VINCENT:
Well, not all.
I can't afford this.
Here, you pick it up.
Ah, come on.
All right, thank you.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Bye, guys.
Take care. Take care.
Bye, kids, had a good time.
Okay.
YUN:
Vinnie, are you leaving now?
-Yeah, but listen.
-YUN: Yes.
Next time, I want meatballs
in the menu.
YUN:
Okay, all right.
We'll make sure.
Okay, okay, okay.
YUN:
All right, thank you.
()
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
LI MING:
And your soup is here.
Is he bothering you?
-LI MING: No, he's a good guy.
-Yeah.
He just caught up
with some bad friends.
Is he like your boyfriend?
He wishes so.
Huh?
If he's bothering you,
just let me know.
I'll take care of him.
You are a good man.
You have a kind face
and a brave heart.
()
GRAND MA:
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
He's not a good boy.
He's a snakehead.
Very dangerous.
()
()
PETE:
The Chinese mob now.
Really?
They're gonna turn you
into a plate of shredded pork.
Hey, shut up.
I guess that's how the
Don finally gets whacked.
I said shut up.
These guys aren't no joke.
They are not running
opium dens no more.
They are up to
bigger shit than that.
What's with this woman?
Where are you going with that?
She is gonna take
you down a hole.
And you'll never,
ever crawl out.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
PETE:
Don.
Seriously?
Incite them!
Instigate them!
Agitate them!
Be the bomb squad!
As you're intended to be!
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Salut.
Salut. How about a thousand
years?
DOMINIC:
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Santo.
The envelope.
You got it, boss.
Right.
A little inspiration.
Here you go.
-Dominic.
-A little...
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
(CHUCKLES)
JERRY:
Thank you, boss.
Thank you.
Hey, pass these out.
Wow.
Just excuse me.
Just for a moment.
All right?
ROCCO:
$500.
Big fucking deal.
He gives us gas money.
All right?
I'm tired of this
guy's bullshit.
We're gonna find out where
this old man keeps his money.
Are you serious, pop?
Why?
Are you my son
or your mother found you
on a doorstep, huh?
And lied to me all
these fucking years?
-(CHUCKLES)
-JERRY: Come on, pop.
I'm just saying,
I feel bad for the guy.
Look at him.
Shut the fuck up.
Dominic, look what
I gotta put up with.
Every fucking
family has a Fredo.
There's my son fucking Fredo.
Yeah. Thanks, pop.
ROCCO:
Yeah.
We gotta find out where this
nutcase is keeping his money.
These old geezers
never use fucking banks.
It's probably hidden
in this fucking apartment.
Rocco. Rocco.
What?
The kid is here.
ROCCO:
Oh, kid.
Look, I'm not gonna say nothing.
ROCCO:
Santo knows to
keep his mouth shut.
Not only is he gonna keep his
mouth shut,
he's gonna help us find out.
-You hear what I'm saying?
-Yeah.
You see these guys behind me?
They're fucking hungry.
And you'll be
their fucking dinner.
You understand what I'm saying?
Okay, Rock.
Yes, I understand, Rocco.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
()
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Grazie.
()
Thanks a lot for what
you're doing for my husband.
Oh, please.
My pleasure.
He's got a phenomenal
work ethic, you know?
He's a brand new guy.
DON Q:
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
DON Q:
And a great pal.
Thank you. Thank you, boss.
Thank you.
All right.
I'm gonna get the lasagna.
It's that time?
TERESA:
Mm-hmm.
All right.
All right.
Oh, boy.
So, how was the ride over here?
-Good?
-DON Q: Oh, phenomenal.
SANTO:
All right.
Wow.
How beautiful is that?
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Where are you from?
Bath Avenue.
-Wow.
-Hey, babe.
I think I hear my phone
in the other room.
Would you go grab it
for me, please?
I don't hear anything.
Please.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
I don't know who you are
or what you're into,
but you put my husband
in danger.
I'm gonna take this knife,
and I'm gonna shove it
through your balls.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
SANTO:
Alrighty.
No, you misheard, babe.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No biggie. No biggie.
()
STICKY:
This man is a fucking cigarette.
Try it?
-No, not yet.
-Look.
It's Old Man River
out for a stroll.
(GRUNTING)
(CHUCKLE)
You know, what's wild?
Every time I run into you guys,
it always smells
like dirty diapers.
You ever take a shower?
-What?
-Apologize to my boss.
Apologize for what?
Maybe you should
get your ass kicked.
How about I kick
your fucking ass?
See, the intelligence
of a ruler, all right,
the intelligence, all right,
that's manifested
by all the roles
that he's surrounded with.
That's funny, 'cause I only see
this little bitch.
-You're a little fucking bitch.
-Oh, oh, oh, oh.
-What do you want to do?
-You know who said that?
Niccolo Machiavelli, said that.
When were you born?
'95.
He was born in 1469.
SANTO:
I think you guys are
underestimating the situation.
-Underestimating?
-Mm-hmm.
See, he also said you should
never try to win by force.
Because you're gonna rule
by deception.
STICKY:
This guy is--
ROCCO:
Surprise, motherfuckers!
BOY 1:
Oh, that's just fucked up.
Yeah. Come here.
()
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
You are the bull.
I am the Torero.
()
Ahoy!
Toro.
Hey!
Ahoy!
Ahoy!
Ahoy!
()
()
SANTO:
I think they got a little
out of hand, don't you think?
What's out of hand?
The way the fuck Rocco
and them beat the shit out
of those kids.
What kids?
The fucking skateboarders.
The skateboarders?
Yeah.
Let me tell you something.
When I was a kid--
Maybe you drove a Corvette.
You didn't go around thinking,
" Ooh, I am a Corvette. "
Don't laugh.
You know how many
pedestrians are killed every
day in this city,
by these jerks?
Come on, do the math.
Do the math.
All right. I'm sorry.
I mean,
I didn't think about that,
but I just felt like
it was a little too much.
(LYRICS IN ITALIAN)
()
Boss, can I ask you a question?
Yeah, shoot.
Something-- something I've
been thinking about.
Um, the cash that
you're paying me with, I--
I don't know where to put it.
You know, I-- I've never--
I've never dealt
with this much money.
You know, so I'm just--
I'm just wondering, like,
where do you think
that I should put it, like?
Like, what if someone were
to come in
and try to steal it, you know?
Don't put it in your shoebox.
Or under the bed.
All right.
Put it somewhere safe.
Safe.
Where? Where do you--
Where would a good spot be?
A mother's womb.
Okay, this is for Opa and Oma,
Papa and Mama, and Katrien.
-Katrien.
-Katrien.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
SANTO:
It's a really different
background of ours, huh?
DON Q:
Yeah.
TOMMY:
Ah, scusate, Godfather.
It's such an honor to see you.
Tommy, will you pull it in.
Stop this shit.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Don't fucking demean
yourself, will you?
WOMAN 3:
Look, it is the Godfather!
I've got a photo.
Can we have a photo,
make it please?
-Can we, can we--
-Yeah, just come on, man.
Can you--
can you take a picture?
-Uh, yeah, sure.
-Okay.
Okay.
What the hell is this?
Oh my God.
No, no, you have to
hold it a little bit higher.
Here, you have to hold it
like this.
(CHUCKLES)
-SANTO: All right.
-Thank you very much.
-Thank you so much.
-Thank you so much.
-Thank you. You're very kind.
-Thank you. Whoa.
-Thank for this. Thank you.
-No problem.
The Godfather,
he's right there.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(WOMAN LAUGHS)
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
()
(SIGHS)
()
Oh my God.
()
(SIGHING)
()
()
My love must be a kind
of blind love
I can't see anyone
but you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Are the stars out tonight?
Sha bop sha bop
I don't know if it's cloudy
or bright
Sha bop sha bop
I only have eyes
for you, dear
Sha bop sha bop
You're a good thing as shit,
man.
(laughs)
JERRY:
See you, bro.
DOMINIC:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
ROCCO:
Good doing business.
But I can't see a thing
Sha bop sha bop
In the sky
Oi, boss.
Up for some dumplings?
What yous doing here?
Little business and pleasure.
You in bed
with that snakehead?
So, you gonna
have your way with me?
-Come on, come on.
-You wanna go to the mattress?
-What?
-What?
You heard me?
-Are you fucking kidding me?
-I'll go to war right now.
What's with this insinuation
that you cannot become, huh?
Dad. Come on.
I do not want--
Stay out my business.
What do you wanna do, huh?
Guys, please.
Wanna go to mattress,
that's what you wanna do?
-Please, please, leave.
-ROCCO: Huh?
I do not want any trouble here.
Please.
That's it.
Fucking dead man.
And I only have eyes for you
That's what I'm talking about.
There you go.
Attaboy, Don.
We got your back.
You're still tough.
Here we go. Look at him.
Look at him.
-Yeah, look at him, man.
-He's gonna make it this time.
Donny boy.
Donny.
He's gonna be all right.
Yeah, Donny.
(LI MING SCREAMING)
JOE GALLO:
Come a little closer,
you motherfucker.
A little closer.
I'll blow your
fucking head off.
Come closer.
DON Q:
Joe!
What are you doing?
JOE GALLO:
I got you.
DON Q:
I don't want the
families involved in this.
No! Joe! No!
I don't want to
blow the head.
I don't want the
families involved.
You can't get in the middle
of it.
Joe. Hey!
JOE GALLO:
It's a fucking war.
DON Q:
I'm coming down!
You hear me?
I'm coming down!
I'm coming down!
Where the fuck
you going, Donny?
It's a fucking war.
Hey!
Get your hands off of her!
Mind your own business,
you fucking nutcase.
Oh, you got balls?
()
()
Antonia, I'm so sorry
for making you wait.
It's okay.
So, um, yes, I'm just, uh...
Yes.
Giving her a little guidance
that she really needs,
because of her divorce.
-Of course.
-So, would you like to--
-ANTONIA: Yes.
-FATHER PETER: Yes, please.
This obsession of his,
it's over the top now.
And you should see him.
The other day, he was
making people kiss his hand.
Antonia, what a tragedy.
He hasn't picked up the phone.
I have to sneak
into the apartment
just to make sure he's not dead
or something.
FATHER PETER:
See, Antonia--
I don't know what
to do anymore.
You know, if you think
about it,
it's really strictly
an addiction problem.
Same as pornography, uh,
gambling, drugs, alcohol.
Difference is that
there are no rehabs
for like mob obsessions.
I'm not quite sure
I understand, Father.
Oh, okay.
It's what the Lord taught us.
You can't step on hot coals
and not get your feet scorched.
So, you take away the temptation
from the sinner,
and he won't sin.
You think that'll work?
Well, I think
it's a good beginning.
Listen, I'm here for you
24 hours, day and night.
So, anytime you need me,
I'm here for you.
Oh, thank you so much.
-Thank you so much.
-Okay, Antonia.
I appreciate that.
Okay.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
(KISSES)
Again.
(KISSES)
Ciao.
Ciao.
(KNOCKING THE DOOR)
SANTO:
Boss, it's me.
(KNOCKING THE DOOR)
SANTO:
Boss, come on open up.
I know you're in there.
Are you alone, buddy?
SANTO:
Yeah.
You were followed?
SANTO:
No. Why?
Are you sure?
SANTO:
Yeah. I'm sure. I'm positive.
You all right?
What are you-- What?
DON Q:
Get in.
(SHUTS AND LOCKS THE DOOR)
(SCRIBBLING)
Boss, I gotta ask.
I-- is everything all right?
This isn't like you, I haven't
heard from you all morning.
And you're sitting here quiet,
writing?
Like, what's going on?
We're in a war.
A what?
I said we're in a war.
With who? The skateboarders?
Rocco.
Crossed the line.
What are you...
You want to cross the line?
Cross the line.
(PHONE RINGING)
What is that?
-What is what?
-Who is that?
-What?
-Who is it?
No, it-- no, it's uh, Teresa.
Then take it.
Take it.
SANTO:
Uh, just be a couple of minutes.
Hello?
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
You was trying
to avoid my call?
No, no. Dominic. Come on.
I guess the freak told you
we're out of the Broadway play.
Yeah. He did.
That doesn't mean
you're off the hook.
(CHUCKLES)
-Oh, no?
-And you better deliver.
Otherwise, we're going
to beat you very hard.
And this doesn't come only
from me, but from Rocco.
All right?
Do your thing.
Afternoon.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
Okay.
()
You all right?
Yeah.
Now, listen to me.
My girl,
at the restaurant.
Right?
She's in trouble.
You've got to back me up.
You've got to watch.
Are you ready for this?
SANTO:
Yeah, yeah, no, I-- yes.
-Are you ready for this?
-SANTO: Yeah.
Whatever you want me to do.
Good. I'll get dressed.
(SHUTS THE DOOR IN DISTANCE)
()
SANTO:
So, what do you want to do?
How do you want to--
How do you want to do this?
Just wait.
()
DON Q:
There's my girl.
SANTO:
She's beautiful, boss.
()
Okay.
Right now, she's alone.
-Let's-- let's go.
-Hold on.
Relax.
-What?
-We'll make a move.
()
Bingo!
BUTCHIE:
So where are we gonna go eat?
We're gonna go to Nico's
and eat.
Uh, I told him I was
gonna come over.
What's the matter with Miller?
I wanna go to Nico's.
Hey, that journey's 50/50.
-FAN 1: Mr. Pastore!
-Hey, hey, Judge, how you doing?
Mr. Pastore, Vincent,
this is my wife, Renee.
-Hey, Renee. How are you
-Renee, this is Mr. Pastore.
-The actor.
-Nice to meet you.
-Right.
-So, how you been?
I've been good I got a new uh,
show.
-Smash.
-Oh.
-Very lucky. Very lucky.
-Uh, you know, it's good.
We got picked up.
We're doing pretty good.
-Very good.
-Yeah.
So, how's community service?
Community service?
They had me raking fucking
leaves in Central Park.
Should've had you do my yard.
Ah, fuck you, you scumbag.
Now these guys on your back
all the time.
Fuck that motherfucking judge.
He had me raking fucking leaves
like I was a fucking poor.
Like a fucking loan shark.
Fuck him. Fuck him.
Fuck 'em all.
Like a bad penny,
always shows up.
I'm retiring.
Look at this cute girl.
-Mr. Pastore!
-VINCENT: Yes?
Can I take a picture?
Oh, yeah, Butchie,
come on take a picture.
-WOMAN 4: Here. Here.
-All right. Okay. Come on.
Oh, sorry.
Over here, Butchie.
You're in the light.
In the light.
Ready?
BUTCHIE:
You ready?
(CAMERA CLICKS)
-That's good. That's good.
-Good? Okay.
-You got one. Thank you.
-Thank you so much. Thanks.
-Bye.
-My dad loves you so much.
Tell him I said hello.
-WOMAN 4: Okay, I will.
-She's cute.
Hey, where do
you know her from?
I just met her.
Yeah, but the way
she looked at you--
She's young enough
to be my daughter.
-Leave me alone here.
-She's nice.
Why don't you find
somebody my age?
So, how you doing?
You getting lucky lately?
-I, um--
-Huh?
Does your piece of league
still work or what?
Yo, how is your piece of league?
Uh, I may have shot.
Your piece of league is shot?
Watch out for this guy.
He's a stalker.
-FRANKIE: Vinnie! Vin, Vin, Vin?
-Yeah, what's up? Yeah.
-Listen.
-Hey, hey, Frankie.
-How are you? Listen.
-How you doing? What?
Good. I-- I got a part for you.
I wrote a script.
Well, you gotta talk
to my agent.
-But-- but-- please.
-I don't want to take scripts.
Just read--
just read this script, please.
Is there a part for Butchie?
-Yes.
-Here Butchie, here.
Anybody that you want to
have a part has got a part.
No, you got to get
Butchie something.
-FRANKIE: Butch!
-Pain in the ass.
Come on, Butchie, let's go.
We're late for dinner.
BUTCHIE:
Pick it up. Pick it up later.
Come on, Butch.
Johnny, come with me.
He's over here.
Hey, you got to look at the
script.
I gave you the script.
Hey, he threw it in the garbage.
I looked at the script
and now I'm giving it back
to you.
-Why?
-Because I-- I'm retired.
I quit. Fuck this business.
(CHUCKLES)
Fuck him.
He pops over to play scripts.
Everybody's got a script.
Everybody's got a script.
Oh my God.
Let me go upstairs and relax.
Right-- (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Oh, we're going to eat here,
right?
-It's crowded.
-You got any money?
I got a card.
No, he don't take credit cards.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Wade, what are you doing?
-WADE: Hey, Vinnie.
-VINCENT: How are you?
-VINCENT: You know Butchie?
-BUTCHIE: Hey, how you doing?
WADE:
Hey. What's up, Butch?
VINCENT:
It's good. Good to see you.
BUTCHIE:
What's up? Good to see you.
WADE:
What's going on?
VINCENT:
Eh, you know, I'm on a--
I come over here, figure
I eat, check it out, relax.
Everybody's breaking
my balls out there.
I got your table.
We're all ready
for you upstairs.
-Upstairs?
-Yes.
VINCENT:
You got a lift?
Why are we eating here?
VINCENT:
Because he don't charge us.
What are you, rich?
BUTCHIE:
Not right with me.
VINCENT:
What? We went to La Mela.
BUTCHIE:
You got cash?
VINCENT:
He charged me $50
for a pasta fusilli.
-WAITRESS 2: Hey, Vinnie.
-Hey.
-Hey, Butch.
-BUTCHIE: What's up?
-Thank you.
-How you doing?
I'm okay.
Vinnie, would you
sign these for my dad?
-He's really sick.
-What's the matter with him?
He's got congestive
heart failure.
Oh, boy. What's his name?
Ben.
Ben.
" Get well ", listen.
You see my new show?
Yeah.
-You like it?
-I love it.
-Smash?
-I love it.
-You still acting?
-Yeah.
Okay, I'm gonna come
by tomorrow
and uh, drop me, uh,
give me a headshot and resume.
Oh, that would be awesome.
And I give it to the producers.
-Thank you. Thank you.
-Okay. Okay, bye.
-Love you.
-So, Butchie.
You got your button on.
What are you guys doing?
What do you want?
An autograph or something?
What are you doing?
Meet and greets?
-I got fans.
-Where do you post this?
TikTok?
Facebook?
I guess once a week
and I'll fucking post.
I don't know, I'll do it.
(CHUCKLES)
So, where you going with this?
The liberal agenda?
I mean, it's bad enough
you're a fucking rat, right?
I told this whole
goddamn commission--
Rat?
What are you calling
me a fucking rat for?
Hey, you know what your
father would have done?
He would have thrown you off
a fucking (SPEAKS ITALIAN)
-What's wrong with you?
-Boss, what are you doing?
He's an actor.
What are you doing in
a Chinese restaurant?
-I go there. I like the place--
-I'm talking about the girl.
-I like her.
-The reptile with the girl?
Who, that motherfucker?
Yeah, the snakey fucker.
With this--
Fuck kung fu, motherfucker.
Fuck him.
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Keep his fucking face together.
-You know what he's into?
-What?
-Boss?
-Shut up!
He sold kidneys.
Kidneys?
Yeah, women's kidneys.
Are we clear now?
Yes, boss.
O-- okay, look.
This girl is gonna
get fucking hurt.
Okay, we need your help.
Yeah, but why me?
'Cause you're Smash.
-Listen, Mr. Pastore.
-No, no, no, no.
Okay.
It's Smash.
()
DOMINIC:
He's coming, he's coming.
There he is. Hey, hey, Santo.
JERRY:
Hey, Santo!
DOMINIC:
Hey, hey. How you doin', buddy?
SANTO:
The fuck?
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Roc-- Rocco, please.
I gotta get home to my wife.
She needs me please.
I don't wanna hear about
your wife fucking bullshit.
I'll take care of your wife.
Did you find my fucking money?
Uh, no, I swear to God,
I looked everywhere.
I-- I don't fucking
know where it is.
ROCCO:
What's the matter?
You don't wanna betray
your fucking delusional boss?
Rocco,
you gotta believe me, please.
I think you're fucking lying
to me.
Why would I lie to you? Please.
ROCCO:
You know what I wanna do?
I wanna punish you
and cut something off.
Maybe a finger.
Nah, he's got 10.
What's the point?
Maybe we should
cut his fucking dick off,
so he can not bang
his beautiful wife no more.
That's a good fucking idea.
Jerry, drop his
fucking drawers.
What? Are you kidding?
What, you didn't hear me?
I said drop his fucking drawers.
I'm not gonna do that.
Pop, come on.
Cut his dick off?
What's the matter?
Now he can't fuck you no more?
I'm not gonna do it.
You guys out of
your fucking mind?
It's gonna be his fucking cock
or yours.
Which one is it?
Yo, yo, guys, guys, guys.
Take a look.
You know what? Fuck this guy.
His cock's too small anyway.
()
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
()
You gonna be able to drive home
after drinking
all that wine tonight?
Rocco.
Oh my God.
You look great.
ANTONIA:
Thank you.
I thought you were--
I'm back, baby.
()
I keep wondering,
how it would have been
if you hadn't met her.
()
You and me,
we might have had kids.
Antonia, stop.
I don't want to hear it.
What?
All those years,
sitting in that jail cell,
just thinking what it was,
what it could have been.
I don't want to hear it.
Okay.
Hey, what's the matter?
You look sad.
My brother, Al,
did you ever meet him?
I don't know.
No.
He's going through
some kind of crisis
or something.
After our parents died,
he shut down.
He stayed in the house
that we grew up in.
He compulsively read books
and watched movies
about the mafia.
Started dressing like
an old-time gangster.
And now, he's behaving like one.
(SIGHS)
You know, I feel really
bad about your brother.
He must be hurting inside.
Hmm.
Well, I sought counsel.
And what came out of it is,
everything that triggers
his imagination has to go.
I have to get into his house
and make everything disappear.
But I can't do it alone.
Sweetheart, you're not alone.
I can help you.
I can just go in there
and get everything out.
Would you do that for me?
Absolutely.
Could you make it
look like a robbery?
You think I did
20 years for nothing?
()
The keys to the house?
Hmm.
()
Yeah, Q's out.
()
It's a fucking sauna here.
-It's too hot.
-Let's do this quick.
Did you bring a bag, so
we can put some stuff in?
I did, I did.
What the fuck?
You bring a body bag?
He said big money.
Big money, big bag?
Just fucking...
-Let's go.
-What?
You said it.
(LYRICS IN ITALIAN)
()
Can you believe
this fucking guy?
ROCCO:
He's crazy.
Hey, pop.
Come here, you gotta see this.
()
This guy's got this thing
of ours plastered
all over the fucking walls.
Crazy Joe.
Lucky. Galante.
I remember this shit
like it was yesterday.
I bet you do.
What a fucking freak
this motherfucker is.
Did you find any money?
-Nah.
-Did you find any money?
-No.
-They gotta be somewhere, Rocco.
Not here.
What a waste of fucking time.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Before we go, rip all this
fucking shit down.
All right.
()
A waste of fucking time.
We're sweating our balls off
for fucking nothing.
Come on, pop. It's no big deal.
What are we gonna do?
What the fuck is this, Fredo?
What? I thought you'd like it.
Well, I don't.
()
ROCCO:
Hey, Fredo.
Let's go.
Fredo, huh?
Well, fuck you.
()
So, Smash.
You seen this clown yet?
This snakehead?
I've been here a while.
I ain't seen no snakes.
How long have you been here?
I've been here an hour.
I hope you're packing.
Packing.
He fucking wants
me to kill somebody?
YUN:
Oh. My movie star's here.
VINCENT:
Wait, wait, wait.
These are my friends.
They got something
very important to say.
-Okay, yes.
-Yeah.
This is regarding Li Ming.
Is she here?
Li Ming, yeah. Wait, she's here.
Oh, there you are.
How you doing?
-Hey, you're back!
-DON Q: Yeah.
It's just--
look, it's none of my business,
but the other guy who was
here the other night out here.
LI MING:
Yongzheng? Yongzheng?
I don't care if he's your lover,
your brother, boyfriend,
whatever.
He's gonna take you
and this place,
and your family.
They're gonna
use you like cargo.
Baby, I gotta call
you back, okay?
What, now?
Okay, listen.
Call a cab,
and I'll meet you
at the hospital.
-Okay, bye. Love you.
-What are you talking about?
They trade people like potatoes
on a freight ship.
-What are you talking about?
-Him!
That's who I'm talking about.
Come here. I wanna know.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
-DON Q: I wanna know.
-Hey. Look at me.
-No, I wanna know.
-Look at me. Look at me.
-Hey, I wanna know.
-LI MING: Get the fuck out!
-Let's go, let's go.
-(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
Please leave.
Why don't you fucking chill
out, you kung fu motherfucker?
-DON Q: Fuck!
-You cut me, you son of a bitch.
SANTO:
Vinnie, let's go.
-DON Q: Fuck you.
-SANTO: Come on.
YUN:
Vinnie!
What the fuck...
DON Q:
Come on.
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Boss, what do we do?
I gotta think it through,
all right?
Take me to the hospital.
I don't wanna die in
a Chinese restaurant.
SANTO:
Boss, my phone is fucking dead.
What am I gonna fucking do?
She's waiting there for me.
I'm sorry, boss.
What are you sorry about?
SANTO:
About the way it went down
with Li Ming.
DON Q:
That's people, pal.
People despise
people who love 'em.
They love people who don't.
That's people.
Learn to live with it.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
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SINGER:
(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
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(POLICE SIREN WAILING IN
DISTANCE)
Listen, get yourself an Uber,
get yourself a cab,
whatever you gotta do.
You can't be late for that.
You can't be late.
Just go, all right?
-Go, go. Good luck.
-Wh-- what about you?
It's gonna go great, i'm good,
iI'm good, go, go!
(CAR WHIRRING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
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Come once again
to Chinatown,
talk to my woman, you're dead.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
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DON Q:
What's the matter?
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
LI MING:
Li Ming.
(LAUGHTER)
YONGZHENG:
Talk to my woman.
You're dead.
SANTO:
Holy shit, boss.
Oh my God.
Boss, you all right?
Boss, what the fuck
did he do to you?
Oh my God.
Boss, boss, here
let me help you out.
-Let me help you out.
-I'm all right.
SANTO:
Wait here.
Here, let me get this.
I'm fine.
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Don.
What did they do to us, Don?
Get those motherfuckers.
Take care of this, Don.
Get 'em.
(SOBS)
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SKATEBOARDERS:
Go, go, go, go, go.
Whoo!
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I swear I was gonna pay you back
just as soon as you got out.
Well, I'm out.
Where's my fucking money?
Give me two days, all right,
and I'll have your 2 grand.
That was 20 fucking years ago.
With interest and inflation,
it's fucking 20 grand now.
20 fucking grand!
Think about it!
How the fuck am I supposed
to come up with that?
I can't even pay my rent!
You got two days,
20 fucking grand.
-Two days.
-Look at that.
Get the fuck out of here.
ROCCO:
The fuck is this?
These fucking guys
coming to our neighborhood?
Yeah, yeah.
You want to go to war with us?
PETE:
Hey, Don.
Look.
Over there.
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PETE:
That's it.
It's your moment, Don.
Look at you.
You've been wanting
to kill this motherfucker
from the first moment
you seen him.
Hmm?
What are you not
understanding, Don?
Your sister.
He fucked your little sister.
And mom and dad found out.
And let me tell you,
they weren't happy.
And then they got in the car,
and they had a fight.
And then boom!
Shut up!
(GRUNTS)
B-- b--
Boss.
Boss, what are
you doing with that?
DON Q:
Get out!
NEIGHBOR:
Oh my God!
SANTO:
Boss.
Boss, please.
Boss, wait.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
SANTO:
Boss, please.
Boss, please.
Boss, please don't do this.
Please. Please.
Boss, I'm begging you. Boss!
Listen to me! Look at me!
Enough! That's it!
You're not a fucking gangster,
Al!
You fucking-- You've lost your
mind!
It's just-- it's madness!
Why?
'Cause I see it as it is.
Not as it should be!
If I see it as it should be,
I'd be late!
I'm never late!
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
(SKATEBOARDERS CHEERING)
(GRUNTING)
ROCCO:
Motherfucker!
(GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
ROCCO:
You motherfucker!
You want to fucking hurt me,
huh?
You want to fucking shoot me,
you motherfucker?
Fuck you!
Hey!
You want to fucking kill me?
Time to die, you motherfu--
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
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JERRY:
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God!
Dad?
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ANTONIA:
Look at you.
Look at your face!
Antonia.
Alfonso.
Look at this.
Look at what the
city is coming to.
It's like we're back
in the 1970s.
Thank you for coming,
Father Peter.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
So, we're here to discuss the
fact that my brother, Alfonso,
has not been taking
the medications.
I don't want to be told
what to take,
where to take, how to take it,
who to take it with,
(SPEAKS ITALIAN), all right. I
don't want to be told.
All I know is that you have
developed
this perverse fascination
with the mafia
from a century ago.
Antonia, we all
have perversities.
Alfonso, perversions are--
are issues
that shouldn't be closeted
and left in the dark.
I mean, we have to confront
these perversions head on.
Ana Maria Berdugo.
Does that ring a bell?
You performed the
wedding ceremony.
I was there.
Yeah, I've known the family
since they were little kids.
And she confided in me
something about you.
Yeah.
You had an ongoing relationship
with her.
Oh my God.
Yeah, she had a lot of
respect for you.
A lot of nice things to say.
Good things.
Good things.
Yeah, she only broke it off,
'cause, uh,
evidently found you
in bed with her mother.
Oh my Lord.
Alfonso, please.
Sometimes you gotta keep that
old cock in the frock.
I mean, this is absurd.
That's a conversation you
have with yourself, you know.
Maybe God. Not with me.
And I never pass judgment
on people
until I can verify the facts.
You're making up the story.
DON Q:
Speaking of facts,
Miss Goody Two Shoes,
you broke my heart.
You swapped your mother
and father,
my mother and father
to your degenerate friends.
You know what
bugged me to this day?
You stood there stupefied
when they dropped you.
Where is this coming from?
Do you think the people in
this neighborhood really
give a rat's ass to what?
I talk to myself all day long?
That I live in another world?
What, that I amuse myself?
That I play cowboys
and Indians with these wannabes?
What, that I medicate myself?
I try to make
myself feel better?
I fulfill my fantasies?
Guess what?
They got their own
goddamn fantasies.
Hey.
They're trying to cope with
just to get through the day.
-Alfonso, please.
-DON Q: You know what?
Half this neighborhood,
half this goddamn nation
right now looks
like a mental institution.
Well, guess what?
We're still here.
And we fight every day.
-FATHER PETER: Please.
-With each other.
-DON Q: You know what?
-Alfonso, please calm down.
Please.
DON Q:
And you know what?
You're right.
I'm trapped.
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DON Q:
I gotta go back.
I gotta go back to my books.
ANTONIA:
Oh my God.
I'm gonna go back to my books.
I'm going back to my books.
If you didn't burn them,
did you burn my books?
I didn't burn your books!
You burned my books?
-ANTONIA: No!
-If you burned my...
If you burned my books--
ANTONIA:
What are you talking about?
Alfonso, please.
I was somebody.
I was somebody once.
Somewhere.
Sometime.
Sometime.
I was a guy, you know?
I was a guy.
I wanted my salvation, too.
You know?
I wanted salvation.
I wanted to make affirmations.
I wanted indignation.
I wanted...
I wanted outrage.
You know?
Real outrage.
That's what I wanted.
Where's your outrage?
ANTONIA:
I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
DON Q (OS/ON):
Where's your outrage?
You see these kids
down there on the street?
Those little girls from China?
They got no human rights.
Do you understand?
They're one step
away from being slaves.
Slaves.
To your boyfriend,
I might add, your Rocco.
Okay?
In bed,
with a fucking snakehead.
Okay, all right.
Human trafficking!
That's trap!
What do you want me to do?
I apologize, okay?
You know what
you do in this life?
You just try to
make things visible.
That's all.
Where are you going?
Alfonso, come back here!
(Don Q sighs)
Oh my God.
(CRIES)
I'm so sorry.
(SIGHS)
We can't do anything,
but just pray.
Pray?
Pray!
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