This Is the Night (2021) Movie Script
(grand orchestral fanfare
playing)
("The Miracle of Life"
by Robie Lester playing)
- In the beginning
- (squealing laughter, chatter)
There was nothing at all
Not even a blade of grass
The heavens were bare
Clouds of mist
filled the air
Then the miracle of life
Came to pass
(laughter continues)
The moon guides the night
While the sun rules the day
The stars were then
Placed in the sky
The sea and the earth...
SANTO:
Oh!
What are you wieners doing?
Wow.
(muttering indistinctly)
Shirts in the pool.
What the hell...
What could be the reason
for shirts in the pool?
What are you hiding?
I was talking
to my friends back here.
One of 'em goes,
"They're shirt nerds."
I said, "No, no, no,
they're not really shirt nerds.
"Nah, they're shirt fags.
They're shirt fags, guys."
Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
(others join in chant):
Shirties! Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
(chant fades)
(song fading)
(birds chirping)
(quiet chatter)
(dog barking in distance)
MARIE:
Come on, you guys. Breakfast!
(dishes clattering
in other room)
(phone ringing)
(coffee burbling)
Hello?
Yeah, Dov, it's me.
I know, bro.
It's finally here.
It's still busy.
Everyone's calling.
No, a major character
doesn't die.
I'm gonna keep trying
the theater.
Would you stop bothering him?
Where's Daddy? He's always late.
He should've been here by now
with the newspaper.
Relax, relax.
Here it is. I got it.
Did you check
the showtimes, Pop?
Sorry. Slipped my mind.
Slipped your mind?
What? How?
Rocky III opens today.
The end of the trilogy.
The last Rocky film ever.
Are you reneging
on your promise, Pop?
No. We're all gonna go
to the movie, okay?
There's a lot going on.
Check out the times,
then we can plan our day, okay?
Oh, look.
Jessica Lange. Gorgeous.
Maybe I should go blonde.
No. You'd look ridiculous.
How about a cat, babe,
from down the shelter?
- Again with the cat thing?
- ANTHONY: Here it is.
- I got it. Holy shit.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
They're playing it on
both screens, starting at noon.
Box office opens at 11:00.
We'll have to get there
much earlier,
- before the crowds show up.
- CHRISTIAN: I don't know, bro.
It could be sold out already.
Everyone's gonna want
to see who dies.
- What the... Come here. Come here.
- VINCENT: Hey. Hey!
- Knock it off. Knock it off.
- Wait, wait. What now?
- What now?
- Guys, guys. Hey, Christian!
- Knock it off.
- MARIE: Stop! Watch the table!
- Enough of this shit! You!
- Now what? Now what, Ant?
VINCENT:
What's wrong with you?
Stop busting chops, huh?
Let go of him.
And you, I know you're excited,
but shut up when you talk,
all right?
- Everybody just relax.
- (doorbell rings)
- I got it. I got it, I got it.
- Same time every day.
Why doesn't he put the mail
in the mailbox
- like anybody el...
- I got it. Hey, I got it!
Jesus.
(door opens, closes)
- Sorry to bother you again.
- Yeah.
But I, uh... I found another
one of these on your lawn.
Strange.
Someone keeps putting one here
every day.
Looks like fun.
You, uh...
going to the movies today?
Who isn't?
Anyways, have a good day.
Yeah, yeah, it opens at 11:00.
We got to get there
very early...
This looks right?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
Hey, listen,
it's gonna go great.
Mm.
CHRISTIAN:
So, what's the plan today?
VINCENT:
Listen up. We got a lot to do
before we meet at noon
to start prepping, okay?
Christian, you got to get
down there and sign up.
Today's the last day.
I told you that, right?
- Yeah.
- Honey, you do your thing around here.
I'm gonna hit the bank.
Fingers crossed.
Most importantly, Anthony,
you get the tickets
to Rocky III.
4:30 show, okay?
That's the one
that's gonna work.
Make this happen, kiddo,
before it gets sold out.
- Yeah.
- Everybody good?
- MARIE and CHRISTIAN: Yeah.
- VINCENT: Capisce?
All right? Let's go.
(excited chatter)
Here you go, sir.
(indistinct chatter)
(horns honking)
THEATER MANAGER:
All right, guys, listen up.
I got a couple of rules
in my movie theater.
Everybody pay attention.
Number one:
five tickets per person.
No more.
You ask me for six,
sorry, no Rocky for you.
I am selling tickets
for today's performances,
not tomorrow's,
so if you ask me for tomorrow,
no Rock for you.
Freaking gavone. Step back.
Listen up! I have rules!
(sighs)
I'll wait for youse
to come around.
They show up for Rocky, huh?
Holy shit balls, guys.
This is happening.
This is happening.
ALL:
"Yo, Adrian!"
We've been waiting on this.
This is here.
All the speculation is over.
I mean, who's Rocky fighting?
Is Apollo coming back?
Has Paulie gained more weight?
(laughs) Probably.
Oh, I'm so psyched.
- WOMAN: We love you, Rocky!
- Eat thunder and crap lightning!
Should've came here earlier.
Everyone had the same idea.
This is crazy.
Come on, what did you expect?
This side of the island is
like 95% Italian American.
Your people have adopted
Rocky Balboa
as their new god and savior
or something.
What about you? You're Jewish.
Yeah, but you Italians
converted me.
Just like you converted
Teddy Wong over there.
That's the only Asian gang
on the island,
and every single one of them
worships at the altar
of Rocky Balboa,
praise his name.
Didn't you do Teddy's homework
every day last year?
DOV: Yeah. I got him a B-minus,
and he punched me in the dick.
The point is you Italians
preach the holy word of Rocky
with passion.
- It's infectious.
- (motorcycle engines revving)
Holy shit!
Who the hell is that?
It's Gus Giammarino
and his crew.
I wonder if they did it.
DOV:
Did what?
ANTHONY:
Just look.
DOV: What'd they do?
I-I don't get it.
They beat the crap
out of each other so that
they could look like Rocky
at the end of Rocky I and II.
DOV:
Oh.
ANTHONY: After the final fight
with Apollo.
DOV:
That is so cool.
And insane at the same time.
More importantly, what are we
gonna wear to the film later?
- I've thought about this.
- All right, tell me.
- Party-appropriate.
- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.
- Button-down shirts.
- Nice. - Ooh.
Nice jeans.
- Yeah. That's it.
- Right?
- Respect the film.
- OTHERS: Respect the film.
- (phone ringing)
- VINCENT: I filled it all out.
I think it's all correct,
and, uh,
I think it's all there
and correct.
I'm sure it is, Mr. Dedea.
So, how does this...
this work now?
Do we just...
you and I just go through this?
Well, why don't you
give all that to me,
and I'll bring it in
to my manager
and see if you qualify.
Oh. Okay, yeah, I...
just give it to you.
- Sure.
- (chuckles)
Relax.
- I'll be right back.
- Okay.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(engine idling)
(engine shuts off)
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
("From Me to You"
by Janis Ian playing)
(vacuum cleaner whirring)
I'm leaving by night
I'm leaving alone
Leaving it lie
When you waken, I'll be gone
- I would not beg for me
- (vacuum cleaner shuts off)
As I would not beg for you
Though I'd like to be the one
to see you through
Every step you have taken
Disappears with the tide
You're torn up and shaken
With changing your mind
You haven't got the grace
to say you'll finally decide
And you haven't got
the strength to stay to fight
Those people
who surround you
Only want to see you
weak enough to crawl
They'll lie for you,
decide for you
And buy up all your rights
and all your wrongs
And they'll try to stop
your singing
In the middle of your song
For they do not
want you free
And they will not
make you strong
But only drag you down
In the hole
they're coming from
They say you are foolish
In wanting the sun
Say you are selfish
(fading):
In learning to run...
MANAGER: The 2:30 and the 3:00
are sold out.
- (crowd murmuring)
- You needed to get here
much earlier if you wanted
to see those shows.
What did you think
was gonna happen?
This is Rocky III, people.
Three.
I'm doing the math, guys.
If all the people in front of us
get the max, five tickets each,
the Guidos will get in
but not us.
No. No, not everybody's
gonna buy five tickets.
- Ask us for six, sorry, no Rocky for you.
- (horn honks)
We are only selling tickets...
MAN: Maron', that must be
Rocky's limo.
- (horn honking)
- (crowd murmuring)
MANAGER:
This is Rocky III. Come on.
It's not Halloween III
or Bad News Bears III or Ten.
This is iconic Rocky III.
Oh, shit. I know that look.
It's not good.
It's not good at all.
It's the love look.
MANAGER:
I don't want anybody cutting.
I don't want anybody asking
for more than five tickets...
SANTO:
Oh!
It's the Shirties.
What's up, guys?
- How we doing?
- Shit.
Let me ask you something.
Do you guys wear your shirts
in the shower, too?
How does that work?
What the hell are you
shirt fags doing here?
You're not here
to see Rocky, are you?
Guys, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
You don't understand Rocky.
You're not made for Rocky.
Rocky's not made for you.
Rocky's made for guys like me.
He's not for losers.
He's for winners.
Don't give me that look.
I'll walk right over there,
and I'll smack youse both
in the face.
Rocky's not for you.
Go home, Shirties. Go home.
WOMAN: Shirties?
What the hell's a Shirtie?
Goddamn it, guys.
I think we're gonna be Shirties
till the day we die.
SANTO:
Hey, babe. Mr. Larocca.
Jesus. What the hell
is she doing with him?
- (laughing)
- ANTHONY: God, look how beautiful she is.
Did you see her wave to me?
Okay, you've known her
since you were kids.
- If she didn't wave, she'd be a sociopath.
- GIRL: Wait!
You know,
tonight's her sweet 16.
It's at our hall.
I still can't believe
I wasn't invited.
DOV:
Hey, that's her loss.
Hey, hey, forget about her.
Today's not about her anyway.
You know what today is?
Today is about you
and your relationship
with the one and only
Rocky Balboa.
Right?
Come on.
- Get pumped, man.
- Rocky. - Rocky.
"Eat thunder
and crap lightning."
- Yes.
- Rocko!
(indistinct chatter)
We got the last six tickets
for the 4:30.
By the time we left,
everything was sold out.
Except for the one
at 2:00 in the morning.
It's gonna be awesome.
You know, I still think
you should prepare yourself
for a major character
dropping hard, but...
that's just me.
- (laughter)
- What?
You don't think so?
Huh? Huh?
- (laughing): Come on. What?
- Hey.
What the hell youse doing?
Huh? I told you
I need 500 meatballs
for these animals, right?
Cut the bullshitting, okay?
This isn't playtime.
Do your jobs.
Like everybody else, okay?
What's his problem?
He didn't get the loan.
Shit.
Now he has to ask Larocca
for more money.
Or this place is done.
(song playing in Italian)
Who told youse to follow?
Go wait by the door,
you freaking apes.
Mm.
You still look good
for an old broad.
Why do you treat 'em like that?
You feel like a big man?
Mm, you know firsthand
I'm a big man.
You'll always be
an asshole, Frank.
I know.
Okay. You look sad.
MARIE:
No, I'm good.
VINCENT:
Hey, Frank.
Hey.
This place gonna be ready,
Vincent?
Of course it's gonna be ready.
What, are you kidding me?
Let's talk in the back.
Yeah.
Bye, Marie.
(door opens)
- (whispers): Hey, come on.
- This is stupid.
- Shh. Come on.
- Just leave 'em.
(Vincent and Frank
speaking indistinctly)
VINCENT:
I can turn this around, Frank.
FRANK:
No, you can't.
- It's over.
- VINCENT: Frank, come on.
FRANK:
Vincent.
We're bleeding money here.
As a friend,
I can't give you more, okay?
What would happen if you
couldn't make the payments?
I'll make the payments.
Have any idea how many people
have said that to me?
Last time. It's over.
Okay, we go out with a big bang
tonight at my daughter's party.
Then I come back in here, and
I... I take care of this place.
You'll take care of it?
Yeah, you get a little something
when the insurance money
comes in.
Then you can invest
in some new thing.
I don't want a new thing.
I want this thing.
Please, Frank.
Don't make me beg.
All right?
I will.
I'll get on my hands and knees.
But please, don't make me.
FRANK:
Maron', Vincent.
Don't be so pathetic.
You and me, we go back
a hundred years.
- But don't blur the lines, huh?
- (whispers): Hey. Get out.
FRANK:
This is about money.
Take it like a man, Vincent.
Look, I know you're upset.
I know you...
you feel like a failure.
Like you let that beautiful
wife of yours down.
Don't.
FRANK:
Whatever.
I need you to focus, Vincent.
Make today special, huh?
For me and my little girl.
(door opens, closes)
It's just embarrassing.
- What a coward.
- CHRISTIAN: Hey.
- Come on.
- I can't even believe it.
He should've stood up
for himself, right?
Cut him a break.
You're too young to understand.
What's not to understand,
Christian?
He wussed out.
- Enough.
- I'm not wrong.
Enough.
It was goddamn pathetic.
Enough.
(knocking)
ANTHONY:
Christian! It's 3:39.
We're gonna be late
for the movie.
Christian,
what could you be doing?
Christian, come on!
- Come on, what is your problem?
- Stay with me.
- Dad?
- (knocks)
VINCENT:
I'm not ready yet!
We got to gather troops.
Come on.
- I don't want crappy seats.
- I forgot my watch, Ant.
Use the sun as your timepiece.
- Ma, come on. We got to go.
- Hey.
Stay with me. Come on.
- Ant, slow down.
- Relax.
Dad, Jesus.
Dad.
MAN: Those are our seats.
They're our seats.
You see my face? I'm gonna
make yours look like that.
You know who I am.
- MANAGER: Hey! Hey!
- (clamoring)
Break it up!
What's the matter with you?
- You want to see this movie, right?
- Yeah.
- You want to see Rocky?
- Yeah.
Do me a favor... sit down.
You can't fight here.
This is a big day.
Holy shit.
Anthony, your mouth.
Looks like
the whole island's here.
VINCENT: Well, there's
four seats right here.
We'll sit. I like to sit
in the back anyway. Come on.
There they are.
Perfect seats. All right.
Uh, I'm gonna sit
with Dov and Albie.
Oh, I'm staying over at Albie's.
I'll see you guys tomorrow.
VINCENT: It's his night.
Let him have a good time.
MARIE:
I thought we'd sit together.
Hey. You almost gave me
a heart attack.
(sighs)
Good seats, guys. Nice.
- Yeah? Yeah, you think so?
- Yeah.
How's my outfit?
Strong.
Can you see the sweat stains
through the jacket?
I'm sorry.
I'm so damn nervous.
Oh, me, too.
I mean, I got the willy shits.
Me, three. I heard again
that someone big dies.
Okay, we'll see when it happens.
- We'll see.
- MANAGER: Right this way.
Pleasure to have you.
The house seats,
reserved for you.
Ignore him.
Just enjoy the movie.
Thank you, Mr. Larocca.
Thank you.
ANTHONY:
Sophia.
Don't get distracted, man.
You'll never forgive yourself.
Just leave it alone.
Ah, shit.
I have to pee.
Bad.
You... Pee?
Are you kidding me?
Rocky III viewing protocol.
I mean, we discussed this
ad nauseum.
You urinate
a half hour before the film.
- I...
- Before.
- There's four minutes till showtime.
- Go!
- Run. Run, run, run.
- Go. Go. Run.
Run.
YOUNG MAN: Hey, you think
you could take Rocky?
Ah, man.
- (shouts of "Rocky")
- (clapping)
He's gonna give me a
heart attack, this kid, I swear.
- Oh! My God. Oh, Tony.
- Oh, Soph.
- You okay?
- (laughing): Yeah. I'm fine.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- You good?
- I'm-I'm o...
- Yeah, I'm okay, Tony. Yeah, yeah.
- Good.
(laughs) Hey.
- (Sophia laughs)
- Hey.
Yeah, I didn't know
you were at this showing.
Yeah, no, it...
Rocky III, it's...
I know.
Hey, do you remember when we saw
Rocky I together
here with our dads?
Yeah, yeah, that...
that was here.
- Right.
- Yeah. It's crazy.
It is.
Rocky always reminds me of you.
(chuckles)
Um, I...
- I wanted to tell you...
- SANTO: Shirtie!
- Santo!
- Why the hell are you touching my girl, huh?
- You're making a scene.
- I already told you,
- you don't understand Rocky, all right?
- Stop. Stop it!
- Santo! You're an idiot.
- Get out of here!
SANTO: Come on,
we're gonna miss the open.
You're an asshole.
I'm so sorry, Tony.
SANTO:
Come on. Bye, Tony.
(crowd cheering)
CROWD (chanting):
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Where the hell is he?
Where the hell is he?
Shh. I don't know
where the hell he is.
He's gonna miss the movie.
I've never seen it
like this before.
Maron'.
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky!
- There he is. Over here.
- Dude!
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
That was the longest piss
in history.
- What happened?
- I saw her.
What are you talking about?
Saw who?
Sophia.
We-we ran into each other.
Then Saggesi busted it up,
but...
there was something
between us, Dov.
It was genuine.
No. No, no, no, no.
Stop, Ant.
Look, just focus, man,
all right?
- Have we not been waiting on this?
- Yeah.
- Please, respect the film.
- ALBIE: Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
- Please.
- You're right. Sorry.
- (sighs)
("Rocky" chant continues)
(mouthing)
MAN: Yo, what the hell
you doing? What you doing?
- MAN 2: It's starting.
- (cheering and applause)
- MAN 3: Okay! All right!
- This is it.
- (crowd quiets)
- (scattered coughs)
(whooshes, whirs)
(projector rattling)
CROWD:
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
(cheering)
(cheering, whistling)
(crowd quiets)
(laughter)
Freaking Paulie.
Freaking Paulie.
(muttering indistinctly)
Whoa. This guy's, like,
a stalker or something.
- (crowd booing)
- He's a stalker.
(crowd gasping)
Oh, no.
WOMAN:
Oh, my God.
Mickey, come on.
- DOV: Yo, Jesus.
- Apollo.
(crowd murmuring)
(cheering)
- Go for it!
- Go for it.
(crowd exclaiming)
Hit him, Rocky! Hit him again!
Oh!
Get off the ropes.
- Come on. Get out of there.
- Get off the ropes.
(crowd murmuring)
- (cheering)
- Yes!
(indistinct shouting)
Oh, yes!
Come on, Rocky!
(indistinct shouts)
Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
(crowd exclaiming, whooping)
MAN:
Yeah! Stay down!
CROWD:
One! Two!
Three! Four!
Five! Six! Seven!
Eight! Nine!
(gasping, cheering)
(quiet chatter)
(applause)
(indistinct shouts)
(crowd murmuring)
(murmuring continues)
FRANK:
Maybe the best one yet.
Come on.
I don't want to see Larocca.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go home.
That was the greatest movie
of all time.
Damn straight.
I mean, I'm overwhelmed.
Wow.
No doubt, but they did it, guys.
They killed a major character.
They killed Mickey.
DOV:
Hey, guys, respect the film.
ALBIE:
Respect the film.
Respect the film, man.
Respect the film.
(indistinct arguing)
SOPHIA: This is ridiculous.
You're an asshole.
ALBIE: He wrote
and directed this movie.
Amazing.
I'm gonna tell her
happy birthday.
DOV:
What?
What's happening?
What's going on?
- ALBIE: Where you going?
- DOV: You know it's bad luck
to leave during the credits.
I got you. I got you.
You're about to be fucked.
Rocky's a pussy!
- Oh!
- Rocky's a what? - What?
- What? - What did he just say?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What did he say?
- Who said that?
- Who said that?
- What did he say?
Who would call Rocko a pussy?
- Huh?
- Say what, now?
Who said that?
I need to know who said that!
Who the fuck said that?
He said it. The shirt nerd
just called Rocky a pussy.
- I heard him!
- MAN: Whoa.
What? No, I didn't say that.
- How dare you, boy.
- Rocky is not a pussy!
- It was him! The Shirtie!
- No.
(crowd murmuring)
WOMAN:
Who would say such a thing?
- He didn't say it.
- I didn't say that. No.
- It was him! The Shirtie!
- MAN: It was Anthony Dedea.
Let's go get this kid.
WOMAN:
You got to run, kid.
Put your head down
and keep moving.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
We got to get you out of here.
I got to get you out
of the fucking side exit.
Oh, Gus! Jesus.
ALBIE:
Dov, what are you doing?
Crazy degenerates, those kids.
They beat themselves up,
for Christ's sake.
Come on. Right around here.
"Rocky is a pussy"?
Who says that?
What, do you got a death wish?
Why didn't you just take
a big shit right in the aisle?
I didn't say it.
Well, it doesn't matter,
because they think you did.
Okay, you're public enemy
number one.
You would be best
to get out of here, okay?
Go, go.
There he is.
You were right, Dov.
He went out back.
Good luck.
DOV: Those meatheads
went out the front.
We're safe,
but you're in deep shit.
- I didn't say it, guys.
- We know.
We know you didn't say it,
but they think you did say it.
All right,
they want to kill you, Ant.
They are ready
to eat your eyes out.
- Oh, goddamn it.
- ALBIE: My God.
- Santo's such a dick.
- I can't believe this is happening.
- DOV: Shit.
- What do we do?
Hold on.
Just let me think for a second.
All right, look, we go home.
- Right? We go home.
- Home.
It's a normal day.
We go home, we let everybody
forget about this,
and we let this blow over.
I don't think it will,
but maybe.
Let's go. Come on.
No.
I'm not going home, guys.
Anthony Dedea...
they think you just called
Rocky Balboa a pussy.
Do you understand the gravity...
I'm going to Sophia's sweet 16.
To tell her happy birthday.
Are you high?
To tell her I love her.
Let's do this.
Let's do this.
ALBIE: Now, that's the Dov
I'm talking about.
That's what I'm talking about.
ANTHONY: Let's get out of here
before they see us.
(crowd cheering)
(indistinct chatter)
- Get 'em done. Do it again.
- VINCENT: Hey.
Hour and a half
till the guests arrive.
- Looks good.
- Room's almost ready.
Looks good. All right, I'm gonna
get the grill fired up.
Everybody working. Good.
- Oh, hey, boss.
- Yeah.
How was the movie?
It was amazing.
CHRISTIAN:
Apollo teaming up with Rocky?
What a story. Ingenious.
And did you see
how many punches Rocky threw
in like ten seconds
in the final fight?
- Incredible.
- (both chuckle)
(sighs) I got so much energy,
I don't know what to do with it.
Me, too.
I'm all amped up.
You gonna have some coffee?
I'm gonna go change,
listen to some music.
I'll have a cup in a little bit.
Okay.
It was a hell of a movie,
wasn't it, Ma?
(sighs)
It really was.
(door creaks shut)
(match strikes)
(chuckling)
(grunting)
(laughing)
Ant.
We should be there in no time.
You could get her before
she hits the dance floor.
What are you looking for, Dov?
I'm looking for any
of those crazy-ass Guidos
hell-bent on eating your face.
Look, there's a strong chance
we get our asses
beat down tonight, Dov.
Get used to the idea.
If we get our asses beat now,
we'll never get to the party.
Let's get our asses beat
after we complete the mission.
Dov's right.
But no one knows we're here
and no one sees us.
All right, we're safe.
You're right. You're right.
ANTHONY:
If you can relax.
ALBIE:
Relax? Him? (scoffs)
- No. (laughs)
- (chuckles): Yeah.
(horn honking)
ALBIE:
Is that Larocca's limo?
Jesus Christ.
- "No one can see us," my ass.
- FRANK: Let's go!
- Is he looking for us, too?
- FRANK: Let's do this!
- We're dead.
- FRANK: Pussies, let's go.
DOV:
We're gonna get whacked.
- Shut up. Shh.
- FRANK: Come on, Louis.
(all grunting)
DOV:
What are they doing?
I got a hundred in me, boys.
FRANK: Right, let's do
the one-arms. One-arms!
- (men grunting)
- Come on, one-arms, like Rocky!
Let's go. Faster, Louis!
Faster, Louis! Faster!
No one's gonna fucking beat me.
- Huh?
- I already did 200, pal.
- Huh? Come on, Louis.
- What do you got left, Lou?
Let's go, Louis! Go!
(all grunting, panting)
- (laughing)
- All right, I win.
That's the weirdest thing
I've ever seen.
I think Larocca won.
(crowd cheering)
(grunting, panting)
(knocking at door)
Yeah?
MARIE:
Hey.
I'm trying on some clothes.
Need your opinion.
- (record scratches, music stops)
- I'll be right there.
(indistinct chatter)
(Frank shouts)
Place looks good.
You're early.
Got to make sure
there's no problem.
We don't have any problems here.
You know, everybody got
one thing, Vincent.
Your thing?
Your meatball.
You boys want to try?
Mm. Not you, Louis.
Your people wouldn't know
the difference
between a good meatball
and cat food.
Right, boy? (grunts)
He knows I'm just busting chops.
You know, Sinatra had Sammy.
I got Louis.
I saw you at the theater today,
cugino.
Yeah.
Remember we used to cut class,
catch the matinees?
That was a hundred years ago.
Still.
What a movie, huh?
It's like I always tell you...
toughest son of a bitch
always wins.
Ah, Frank.
Guy with the biggest heart wins.
Guy who's fighting
for the right reasons.
Keep telling yourself that,
Vincent.
See where it gets you.
Let's go, you mooks.
How you holding up, man?
You feeling good?
You-you pumped?
- You ready to do this?
- Yeah.
- DOV: Good. - ANTHONY: Yeah.
- (rubbing hands together)
WOMAN: (speaks Italian)
...Rocky una pussy?
I'll give you "Rocky's a pussy."
Ma'am, ma'am, no.
No, I didn't...
(continues in Italian)
- Tu. Tu un pussy.
- I didn't say... I didn't...
- (continues in Italian)
- I didn't say...
- Guys, what do we do?
- What can we do? She's 120.
You gonna help her now
or something?
(continues in Italian)
Tu un pussy!
I didn't... I never said it.
I didn't say it.
WOMAN:
Tu un pussy!
- Guys, come on. Please.
- Un pussy.
- DOV: She's really pissed.
- Stupid punk. Bastard punk.
Bitch pussy!
- Okay. I understand. Yes.
- Pussy! Go.
(speaking Italian)
- ANTHONY: I didn't say it.
- Go, go, go!
- Go! Go!
- It wasn't me. I swear to God.
- Go! (yells in Italian)
- Okay. Okay.
- Pussy! Pussy!
- All right. Okay.
- Pussy, pussy, puss...
- Stop.
Well, shit. Now what?
("There She Is"
by Johnny Amoroso playing)
(quiet chatter)
- Hi, Mr. Larocca.
- (laughter)
- I love that dress.
- Happy birthday, Sophia.
Well, there she is
(excited chatter)
WOMAN:
It's a really nice party.
Yes, there she is
Is she following me?
If I'm at a movie show
and I'm in the second row
Well, there she is
Look at this guy!
(continues indistinctly)
Right there she is
Right next to me
Yo, Sal.
Hey, boss.
That crazy brother of yours,
he's...
he's still into
all that wacky shit?
Yeah, you know he is.
Why you asking?
Right next to me
(fading):
Is it by chance...
(door opens)
What do you think?
It makes your butt look...
- Fat?
- Flat.
- (scoffs, sighs)
- Too flat. Not good.
Why don't you try this on?
Good choice.
- Yeah, I like it.
- (chuckles)
You know...
you're the only one
I trust with this stuff.
Maybe you should try it on.
Try it on, baby.
For me.
Why would you say that to me?
You...
What's wrong with you?
You crazy?
I want to help you, baby.
I want to help you be you.
You want to help me be me?
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean, Mom?
You don't know me.
You don't know
anything about me.
You want me to try that on?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I know, Christian. I know.
You're trying to help me?
What about you, huh?
You don't even know
how to be you.
You're always waiting
on Daddy to say yes to shit
that you want, and now
you're trying to help me?
- Don't fucking touch me!
- Why don't we just...
- just talk about it?
- Listen. Listen to me!
Talk about...
There's nothing to talk about.
You stop worrying about me.
You start trying
to help yourself, Ma.
- There's nothing wrong with me! Do you hear me?
- No.
- There's nothing wrong with you.
- There's nothing wrong with me!
- Stop it! Get away from me!
- I didn't mean any...
- Stop it! Ma, don't touch me!
- Just talk to me.
- Ma, you don't know anything about me!
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.
Christian?
DOV: You know what? Jews weren't
built for long treks.
ALBIE: What the hell
were you built for, then?
DOV:
Not this shit.
(man singing operatically
nearby)
So, what, this is it?
We're just gonna walk
across the entire island?
Yes, we are.
God, do you realize
how far the party is, Ant?
I mean, it's-it's miles
from here.
And we're exposed now.
We're completely exposed now.
- Anybody can see us.
- Guys.
- Any Guido gorilla can find us.
- Guys, do you hear that?
- What?
- Look.
- Wow.
- (singing continues)
(singing continues)
(indistinct chatter)
- (sustains final note)
- (cheering, applause)
There's something weird
in the air tonight, guys.
I'm telling you.
DOV:
Yeah. No shit.
Everybody's going bananas.
Which doesn't bode well for us.
MAN:
Come on! Way to go, man!
Let's go.
ALBIE: You know, I wonder
what kind of music Rocky likes.
Eh, I think Van Halen, maybe.
DOV:
You think Van Halen
'cause you listen
to Van Halen, dipshit.
Yeah, Rocky's more of
a Beatles guy anyway.
Sometimes Dean Martin.
But he could like Van Halen.
That's a possibility.
You guys ever think that
it might be gay
how much we like Rocky?
("Situation" by Yaz playing)
(no dialogue)
(singer laughing)
All right.
Here's some goodies
my crazy brother recommended.
- You can pay him next week.
- All right, just leave 'em here.
Why do you need all this?
I mean, do you have any idea
how powerful this shit is?
It's none of your business.
That's why. Now, go.
All right.
Moving through
the doorway of a nation
Pick me up
and shake the doubt
Baby, I can't do without
Don't mess around
You bring me down
How you get about,
don't make a sound
Just move out
(panting)
I remember only for an hour
Move right through me,
can you feel the power?
I don't know what's going on
It scares me,
but it won't be long
Don't mess around
You bring me down
How you get about...
Yeah. Three people.
Yeah, we're at
125 Higgins Boulevard,
at Piera's Pizza.
Okay.
Great. Thanks.
We'll be waiting.
And?
Car service in 20 minutes.
- We had just enough money.
- Oh... yes!
We'll still make
the party on time.
- (sighs): Oh, God.
- Hey, in the meantime,
do you want to get some food?
- We don't have any money.
- What?
We're using all we have.
Move out, move out...
Sal. Come over here.
SAL:
What's up, boss?
Move out...
This goes to Larocca
and his goons only.
Not his family, not the kids.
No kids.
Boss, you didn't put
that shit in here, did you?
Larocca only and his goons.
- You got it?
- I got it.
- Stay and make sure.
- All right.
Now he's in control,
he is my lover
Nations stand against him,
he's your brother...
Beautiful night, right?
We got to be on lookout, man.
This-this ain't over yet.
(engine revving nearby)
There's got to be
another way
Of living
It ain't easy
Holding hands and smiling
They say...
- Now, this is interesting.
- ALBIE: Mm-hmm.
- (heavy chatter)
- SAL: Gentlemen.
MAN:
Oh! Tall Sal!
Oh!
- (chatter continues)
- (laughter)
(laughter, whooping)
(laughing):
Oh, my God, so cool.
- WOMAN: You love it?
- (whooping)
WOMAN (laughing):
Oh, my God.
ALBIE: I feel like a perv,
but when they jump,
I can see their bloomers.
Okay, don't say "bloomers,"
though, 'cause it ruins it,
but are they looking at us?
I feel like they're
looking at us and almost,
I don't know, like,
flirting or something.
Guys, girls like this
don't flirt with guys like us.
Oh, come on. You never know.
I mean, they may be drunk
or-or high.
Look, don't shit on this,
Dedea, please.
WOMAN:
Hey, guys.
What are youse doing over there?
(chuckles) Uh, nothing.
You know, just, uh...
just hanging.
Hey, you guys see Rocky tonight?
- (laughing): Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
- Did you guys see it, too?
- DOV: Yeah.
- It was amazing, wasn't it?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- It's got us so psyched up.
- (women laughing)
Hey, why don't you guys come
inside with us, get some beers?
- Yeah. We know the bouncer.
- Yeah, we know everyone inside.
Come on.
One second.
- Is what's happening really happening?
- I don't know.
If we go inside,
we'll miss the car service.
No, we won't.
He said 20 minutes,
which really means 30.
Listen.
Rocky is not only getting us
into our first bar
but he might also get us laid
if the night goes right, no?
Oh, God, thank you, Rocko.
Thank you.
- Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
- (mutters): Respect the film.
- WOMAN: So, what's it gonna be?
- Come on.
- Come on, let's have a little fun.
Come on, don't be scared.
- Cross the street.
- Let's go, boys, now.
- Smart boys.
- (whooping, laughing)
There you go! Come across!
- Oh, my God, you guys are cute.
- I'll buy you a drink.
- (laughing): Wow.
- My goodness.
Oh, ladies, these aren't boys.
They're men.
Come in.
I remember that Christmas.
I, uh, didn't get the...
Stretch Armstrong action figure.
- Yeah.
- You were so mad at us.
They were sold out everywhere.
How long have you known?
I don't know.
Long time.
You?
Forever.
Dad?
No.
- No.
- (Christian sighs)
I don't know what I want, but...
I definitely don't want
to be an electrician.
You're not disappointed?
Freaked?
Upset?
Something?
I was...
shocked at first.
I, uh...
hoped it might go away.
I hid from it for years.
I was a coward.
Hated myself.
- I still do sometimes. I'm...
- Mom.
...confused.
I was confused.
But all I know is
I just want you to be happy.
(sighs)
That's all.
Happy.
- (sighs)
- Come here.
I'm sorry about
what I said before.
Don't be. Don't be.
It's okay.
("Lick It Up" by Kiss playing)
(laughter)
Yeah, yeah
WOMEN:
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
(laughter)
Don't want to wait
till you know me better
Let's just be glad
for the time together
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
(groans)
Life's such a treat,
and it's time you taste it
It ain't a crime
to be good to yourself
Lick it up, lick it up
Oh, oh, oh
It's only right, now
Lick it up, lick it up
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, yeah
Lick it up, lick it up
Oh, oh, oh...
Is this not the greatest night
of all time, or what?
Lick it up...
What are you looking at?
ANTHONY:
Something's not right.
We shouldn't be here, Dov.
(laughter)
It doesn't make any sense.
Why would they let us in?
We're too young.
Something's off.
DOV:
No, no.
Something is not off.
Something is on... like, way on.
(jingling)
Guys, look who's here.
Shit.
DOV: No, no. No, no, no,
it-it's all right.
He wasn't even at our screening.
But what if he heard something
from someone?
DOV:
He didn't. Relax.
ANTHONY:
We got to go now.
Be cool. Be cool.
I just want to take you home.
Yeah.
- ALBIE (chuckles): Yes, ma'am.
- Hey.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah?
Really glad we met you guys.
Yeah. (chuckles softly)
WOMAN:
Ever had whiskey before?
- ANTHONY: Uh, no, no.
- Why don't you try it?
What are you, party pooper?
Come on.
No, no, I just...
We got to be somewhere.
That's all.
Where you got to be?
Uh, we're going to a party.
WOMAN (laughs):
Party's right here.
Come on.
(bell jingling)
Yo, anybody call
a car service here?
There's a guy across the street.
He's just laying on his horn.
- Guys, that's us. Let's go.
- No. No.
- Sorry. We got somewhere to be.
- Shut up.
- Shut up.
- We got to go.
- Please, guys, don't go.
- Shut up.
- No, no, no, no.
- Don't leave, guys. We'll get you a ride.
- They'll get us a ride.
- We really have to go.
- We've got somewhere to be.
- DOV: Hey, relax.
We'll get to the party.
We're fine.
Guys, Teddy's on the move. Look.
We got to go now.
Let's go. Come on.
Hey, Teddy.
(chuckles nervously)
I never thanked you for
the homework last year, kid.
(chuckles) Yeah.
The homework. Yeah.
Yeah, no problem, Teddy.
You're welcome.
See? You see that?
He's fine. Right?
We're in no trouble.
Now, let's discuss the rest
of this evening calmly.
All right? I'm sure we can
figure something out.
Look, we got enough time
to get to the party.
We're not gonna be late.
- We got 'em!
- Huh? - What?
- What?
- Right here! Here, Gus!
- Guys?
- Shit, they found us.
- Gus is here. They found us!
- WOMAN: We got 'em!
- Go! - Guys, run!
- (women laughing)
- Run!
- We got 'em, Gus!
It's them,
the Rocky-mocking bastards!
Get 'em!
("Take It on the Run"
by REO Speedwagon playing)
I don't believe it
Not for a minute
You're under the gun...
- Teddy Wong! You're next!
- Let's go! Let's go!
Take it on the run, baby
If that's the way
you want it, baby
Then I don't want you
around...
I don't believe it
Not for a minute
You're under the gun
So you take it on the run
(fading): Heard it
from a friend who...
MARIE:
You ready?
CHRISTIAN:
I don't know.
I'm afraid.
No one's seen me like this.
No one but me.
Let me see you.
Just me.
(sighs)
Okay.
(long exhale)
Let's get this straight.
Did I put it on right?
Too much?
No. No.
(sobbing)
You look beautiful.
You do.
How do you feel?
Like me.
Yeah?
(Christian sobs)
I'm sorry, Christian.
I'm sorry
I wasn't there for you.
No.
Ma, please.
- I should've been there for you.
- No.
It's okay.
Promise.
Let me look at you.
(both chuckling)
You look amazing.
Okay, hold on.
What do you think?
Are you crazy?
(raucous chatter, laughter)
- How bad is it?
- It ain't good.
What did you do, boss?
MAN:
Have my milk!
It's sweet.
Take my sweet, sweet milk.
My sweet honey water!
Mama's milk!
(laughter, whooping)
Take my sweet milk!
Holy shit.
Who wants Mama's milk?
It's sweet.
It's like honey water.
(hysterical laughter)
I got stars, I got shells.
I'm a happy boy.
This right here,
this is one for the ages.
Jesus Christ.
(sobbing):
I want French toast.
And the unicorn,
maybe it can come
and lay with me, Mommy, please.
Why would you do this?
(laughing)
(both laughing)
I see your soul, Frankie.
Frankie, I see your soul.
- All right, all right.
- You're beautiful, Frankie.
I'm understanding
the nature of love
for the first time.
- It's for you.
- What?
Everything is for you, Frankie!
- All right, hey, take it easy.
- (hollers)
I love you, Frankie!
- Hey, take it easy, okay?
- Yeah.
All right, it's fine.
Take it easy.
(sobbing)
- Fuck.
- MAN: My milk.
What the fuck is going on?
Sugar water.
(babbling, laughter)
(giggling)
Who took my toys?!
- (man shouts)
- MAN: We got tails.
- (grunting rapidly)
- I got a tail.
We both got tails!
(sobbing):
I fucking killed ten people.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(men babbling)
MAN:
Take my milk!
My sugar water!
Take Mama's milk!
(men continue babbling,
laughing)
Take my milk!
(song playing in Italian)
(song fades)
WOMAN (over radio):
Unit 27, be on the lookout
for a priest gone wild.
He's riding on a skateboard with
Christmas lights all over him.
What the hell's going on
tonight?
Everyone's going nuts.
OFFICER:
Mm. I don't know, kid.
But the island's on fire.
- I like that.
- Yeah.
- "The island's on fire."
- Yeah.
Nice.
- You guys okay?
- (Dov scoffs)
No.
I'm not.
And I'm really disappointed
we got played by those girls.
Albie, you okay?
I think I got the bubble guts.
It's all that alcohol, bro.
- I think I'm gonna throw up.
- OFFICER: Hey, hey, hey.
- Not in my car.
- No, sir.
It's almost over, all right?
These nice officers are gonna
take us to the party,
and-and I'm gonna do
what I have to do.
- Yeah, yeah.
- And then we'll go home.
MAN (over radio): Car 42,
we have a 316 with trips.
Are you 511?
Ride-along, under 18.
- Yes, 511.
- ANTHONY: What's "316" mean?
Are we talking about
the movie R3?
(over radio):
That's affirm. Party attire.
(boys whispering indistinctly)
(siren whooping)
- ALBIE: What's wrong?
- What's happening?
- They're looking at us.
- They saw Rocky.
DOV: I mean, the mustachioed one
looks especially menacing.
Get out.
Out! Get out.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- What's going on, Officers? Why?
- We don't like your kind. Out now.
- Get out.
- I don't...
- I think we should get out.
- Get out! - Okay.
- Why are we getting out of the car?
- Come on, out.
- All right. Getting out.
Move.
Put your hands down, goofball.
See you round, shitheads.
Wait, y-you can't just
leave us here.
I mean, we're 16. This has
got to be illegal or something.
Shitheads,
shitting on positive shit.
I wish we could arrest you
for this offense, but we can't.
A-Arrest? What? What did we do?
4:30 show?
Word gets around.
I mean, who says shit like that?
It's like calling
Dirty Harry a pussy.
George Bailey from
It's a Wonderful Life a pussy.
Shaft a pussy, or Bond...
James Bond... pussies.
Magnificent Seven, all seven
of them, seven pussies.
Dirty Dozen, 12 pussies.
- Scarlett O'Hara, a female pussy.
- Okay, okay.
All right, we get it, Officers.
But he didn't say the
"pussy" word. He didn't say it.
- It's disrespectful.
- These are characters...
heroes who inspire us
to be courageous, honest,
just, true.
They and their righteous actions
push us to be better.
To-to fight our fears,
rise above
and make our shitty selves
a little less shitty.
I didn't do it.
I didn't say it.
Find your own way, little shits.
Time to learn a lesson.
Have a nice walk.
So, what are we gonna do now?
- (engine starts)
- Are they leaving right now?
Are you freaking kidding me?
This can't be happening.
What the hell
is going on tonight?
I-I know where we are.
If-if we double-time it,
we can still make it
before the party ends.
DOV:
No.
No, Ant.
Look, we're done.
That's enough.
It's-it's-it's over, man.
- What?
- I mean, this is... this is way too much now.
Way out of our league.
No.
ALBIE:
No?
- No what?
- ANTHONY: I can't.
I can't stop. No.
If I stop now, that's it.
I'll stop
for the rest of my life.
Calm down, man.
Don't go crazy.
It's just a girl.
She's not just a girl,
and this isn't just about that.
Don't you see it?
We never think
we're good enough.
We're always getting
pushed around,
and we never do
anything about it.
Do you know why?
No. No, I don't know why.
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about, Anthony.
Because we're afraid.
We wore our damn shirts that day
because we were afraid.
Afraid of what
people would think,
what-what they'd say.
We're always afraid.
O-Of something.
Someone.
I don't want to be afraid
anymore.
I don't want to be like my dad.
See you guys tomorrow.
ALBIE:
Ant. Where you going?
Ant! Ant!
DOV:
Just let him go.
(dance music playing inside)
(indistinct chatter)
I didn't even know they had
places like this on the island.
- You ready?
- No.
Not at all.
I feel ugly.
Ridiculous. I look bad.
This isn't right.
I-I shouldn't have worn black.
Ma, I should've worn green.
I mean, I'm not ready.
- I don't know if I can do this.
- Relax.
You need to get out.
You need to be
with people like you.
People like me?
Wh-What does that mean?
I don't even know who I am.
Well, it's time
to find out, baby.
MAILMAN:
Hey.
Hey, it's you! You came.
Ma, Ma, how do I look?
Gorgeous.
(footsteps approaching)
Hey, you.
Hey.
Look, I am so glad you're here.
Tonight's gonna be
a great night.
Everybody's psyched up
from that movie.
What'd you think?
- Wasn't it amazing?
- Yeah.
Tonight, I feel like
I can do anything.
Hey, yo, anything!
(laughter)
- Who do you got with you there?
- Oh, uh...
I'm his mother.
And you are?
I'm Rafe, your annoying mailman.
How are you, Ma?
- This is Jocko and Paulie.
- Hey.
We're the Gay Guinea Guidos,
Triple G's!
(Marie and Rafe laughing)
Look, there's not too many of us
here on the island,
but, uh, we're here,
we're real,
and we're sexy as hell.
Now, come on. Join us.
Hey.
You look real good.
Thanks.
You, too.
No turning back now, kiddo.
You can do this.
(door closes)
MARIE:
Have fun.
RAFE:
Don't worry.
We'll take good care of him, Ma.
Come on.
MARIE:
Bye, sweetie.
- (whooshes)
- (projector rattling)
(bulb buzzing)
(projector rattling)
This is it, Ant.
Last round.
Go for it.
Hey!
Are you okay?
Cut the shit.
You poisoned the meatballs,
you son of a bitch bastard.
Calm down, all right?
Calm down.
I don't know what happened.
I-I'm firing half
my-my kitchen staff up there.
Just thank God nothing happened
with you and the kids.
And you're very lucky
about that.
You know, I'd have
much more respect for you
if you just admitted it.
You know, you wanted
a little payback
because I wouldn't save
your sorry ass again.
Okay.
Okay. I did it, all right?
And it felt good.
Good for you.
You embarrassed me.
You got your big moment
in the sun. Know this.
If you and me
didn't have history,
you'd disappear tonight.
Get back to work,
and do your menial fucking job,
old friend.
Hey, Frank.
Frank.
You and I both know why
you're shutting this place down.
You're still pissed off,
all these years...
...she picked me.
I bet she regrets that decision
every single day
of her miserable fucking life.
You're lucky we're not
in high school anymore.
- Oh, yeah?
- You got those mamaluke soldiers upstairs,
'cause I swear to God,
I-I would kick the shit
out of you, Larocca.
(laughing)
Mr. Tough Guy, huh?
- Yeah.
- All right, fine.
Me and you.
Let's go back to high school,
Dedea, huh?
("H Friend" by
Black Devil Disco Club playing)
(music continues, muffled)
(exhales sharply)
What am I doing here?
Look ridiculous.
(crowd cheering, whooping)
(door opens)
- (door closes)
- (laughter)
(excited chatter)
- (music fades)
- (applause)
And now,
the 16th and final candle,
which represents love,
honor and devotion.
SOPHIA:
Thanks, Steve.
My 16th candle will be lit
by my, um...
...by Santo Saggesi.
(applause)
- I need your love
- (applause)
STEVE:
And now, the spotlight dance.
To live my life
I need someone like you
I need your heart
To beat with mine
Someone to see me through
I need you by my side
Forever
With you along
I'm never lonely
Someone to trust
Someone like you
I need your love
Be mine...
He's here.
- (sighs)
- Hey, Ant.
DOV:
Ant.
Look, uh, you were right.
We're... we're assholes, so...
You okay, Ant?
We're sorry.
All right, you...
you ready to go in?
Ready for this? I mean,
that's-that's why we're here.
You were right, Dov.
We're out of our league.
Life ain't a movie.
I should've never came here.
Let's just go home.
We'll take the back exit.
I don't want to see anyone.
Ant.
Are you sure, man,
that you want to go?
I mean, she's right there, bro.
We can do this.
I'm sorry, Ant.
Sure you want to do this,
Vincent?
Uh, you were never
the fighting type.
She picked me, Frank.
Deal with it.
- Fuck you, Vincent.
- She picked me.
Fuck you.
She picked me.
Yeah.
Well, when I get through
with you,
she's gonna realize
she picked a bum.
You just gonna keep talking,
or are you gonna do something?
Yeah, yeah.
What about that, huh?
(grunting and groaning)
(crowd whooping)
("Supernature" by Cerrone
playing)
(jovial chatter)
Supernature
Supernature
Supernature
Supernature
Supernature...
- (Vincent groaning)
- Oh! Huh?
Why you got a big
fucking mouth, huh?
- (grunts)
- How's that?
- Great. Let's go, huh?
- Huh? How's that?
- FRANK: Huh? Huh? Huh?
- (grunting)
Come on, huh? Hey!
(grunting and groaning continue)
FRANK:
Huh? Let's go. Let's go!
Get up. Get up!
(indistinct chatter)
("Kiss Me Again" by Dinosaur
playing)
(excited chatter)
Here I run uptown
As fast as I can
I want you beside me
Yes, that is the plan
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
In the lion's den
I want you...
We're here.
(clattering nearby)
- What's that?
- Huh?
- (clattering)
- (men groaning)
Right here. Right here.
Let's go!
Wait, wait, wait.
FRANK: That's all
you got for me, Vincent?
Come on, get up! (yells)
- (gasping)
- Come on, right here.
(groaning)
Whoa. He's kicking ass.
All of my visions
are real...
Oh, look, it's your mom.
It's your mom.
Ma.
Mom, come here.
Mom, come over here.
Ma, come on.
(chuckles) No.
- Come on, Ma, let's go.
- No. No way.
Come on.
Oh, baby
Oh, yeah
Is this what I want to be...
(grunting and groaning continue)
(both yelling)
You bit my ear! Aah!
You psycho...
- Hey, no kicking!
- (indistinct shouting)
- FRANK: Come on!
- VINCENT: Come on! You come on!
(all laughing)
Hey, is this
what I want to be?
Is this what I want to be?
Hey, hey, hey...
(groaning)
Come on.
(laughter)
(grunting and groaning continue)
What I want to be
Is this the woman
I want to be?
Ooh, yeah
Is this what I want to be?
Tell me, baby, tell me, baby
What I want to be...
Come on!
(both shout)
(both groaning)
Dad.
Are you okay?
(panting)
I'm okay, son.
I got this handled.
Boys, take him home.
Take him home!
(door closes)
DOV:
Holy shit, man.
Your dad's a badass.
Who knew?
ALBIE: I think we should
get out of here, guys.
DOV:
Yeah, you're right.
Hold on, guys. Wait.
Wait for what?
What are you talking about?
In the beginning
There was nothing at all
Not even a blade of grass
The heavens were bare
Clouds of mist
filled the air
Then the miracle of life
Came to pass...
(partygoers murmuring, laughing)
GIRL:
Who are these freaks?
(indistinct chatter)
GIRL:
Have you seen these kids before?
SANTO:
It's not all my fault.
I tried to do my best.
Will you look at me?
Can you please just
talk to me, all right?
You know what?
- No.
- Come on. Come on.
SOPHIA:
Santo. Santo!
SOPHIA:
Don't you dare.
(partygoers gasping)
ALBIE (laughing):
Nice. Nice.
Yeah.
Jews were built to kick ass.
(coughing)
- (door opens)
- GUS: Oh!
Assholes.
DOV:
Oh, shit, guys.
- Goddamn it.
- GUS: Anthony,
Dov and Albie.
You little bastards
are in some deep shit.
- Wait, wait. (groans)
- (grunting)
GUS:
Hey, guys, take 'em outside.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Leave them alone, Gus.
Anthony didn't do it.
He didn't say it.
- (chuckles)
- (partygoers murmuring)
What are you talking about?
It was him.
That's bullshit.
Santo called Rocky a pussy.
- SANTO: Come on, she's lying!
- Shut up, Santo.
All right.
How do you know
he said it, Sophia?
He told me he did it.
He bragged about it.
Saying he blamed it on Anthony.
You hear that?
Santo Saggesi
called Rocky Balboa,
the hero of our generation,
a pussy.
He's the one you're looking for.
Not Anthony.
Let them go.
- Take that punk outside.
- SANTO: No.
No, no, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
It's not worth it.
It's not worth it.
Gus! Gus, you don't
got to do that.
- Bye-bye, Santo.
- Come on, he's lying!
Enjoy your beating,
little bastard.
He's lying, I'm telling you!
- Gus! Gus, hang on!
- Later, pussy.
You're very lucky, kid.
I know.
Why don't youse have a shirt on?
Long story.
GUS: Well, maybe you can
tell me one day.
- ANTHONY: Yeah.
- GUS: Take it easy, kid.
Go get her, man.
Tony.
Happy birthday, Soph.
Thanks.
I love you.
I love you, too.
(chuckling softly)
(both laughing)
You want to dance?
(laughing):
Yeah, I do.
(laughing)
(both panting)
You ready to give up?
(grunts)
(gruff panting)
(high-pitched ringing)
(groans, coughs)
LOUIS:
Enough.
I'm okay, Louis.
I'm okay.
You can lower the gun.
- It's okay.
- VINCENT: No, please.
Get out of here, Mr. Dedea.
Wha...
(Vincent and Frank panting)
Get that gun off me, boy.
Oh, see, that's gonna be
the last time you call me "boy."
I said get out of here.
Wait. Don't.
Don't worry.
I ain't gonna kill him.
I ain't even really
gonna hurt him.
But I am gonna make him
do the dance.
("Native Love (Step by Step)"
by Divine playing)
Apollo, motherfucker.
Apollo Creed.
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
Come on
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
Come on
Dance, ah, feel the heat
Rock your body
to the native beat
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step, come on...
- (gunshots in other room)
- DOV: What the hell is that?
- What was that?
- You hear that?
- (gunshots continue)
- (frantic chatter, screaming)
SOPHIA:
Oh, my God.
Move!
- Are those gunshots?
- We got to get out of here!
(screaming)
(yells)
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- What the hell is going on?
- I don't know.
- Was that outside?
- MAN: Let's go!
- (gasps)
Get out of the way. Move!
Stay safe, Tony.
- (frantic chatter)
- Come on.
- Let's go outside.
- Boys!
Come on. Come, come.
Come on! Come on, move.
This way. This way.
Go, go, go, go!
- Go, go!
- Move!
(laughter)
CHRISTIAN:
Hey, Ma.
What do you think of Rafe's wig?
Who's it remind you of?
(laughs)
Jessica Lange.
- (laughter)
- CHRISTIAN: Exactly.
Okay.
Hey, uh, you mind
if she tries it on?
- Yeah. Sure.
- MARIE: No.
- No, don't take it off.
- RAFE: No, no, no.
Not a problem.
I'd love to see you
as a blonde, Ma.
(laughing):
Oh, no. Okay.
- Oh, shit.
- CHRISTIAN: What?
Your dad. I have to pick up
your dad up at the hall.
Okay, I'll drop youse both off,
and then I'll take the car
and get him.
You know...
we'll drop off Rafe,
and I'm gonna come with you
to get Dad.
- (sirens wailing)
- (quiet chatter)
WOMAN (over police radio):
Shots fired at Dedea Hall.
Perimeter search complete.
No injuries reported.
What happened, Pop?
Don't you have to go
talk to those cops?
Nah.
It's not our problem
anymore, son.
It's Larocca's problem now.
So, uh, they got a car,
and they're gonna
give us a ride.
- That cool, Ant?
- Yeah.
Thanks, guys.
For everything.
No, thank-thank you, man.
Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
(indistinct chatter)
You all right, pal?
I'm okay.
I'm sorry, Pop.
(car approaching)
It's your mother.
- You gonna go first?
- Yeah.
- Give me a second, okay?
- Okay.
What... Your face.
- I know. I know.
- Jesus, Vincent.
- What happened? Your face.
- I'm all right. I'm all right.
- Are you okay?
- I'm all right. Everything's okay.
- Look, everything's okay. We're okay.
- Oh, my God.
- Tell her we're okay.
- What happened? - It's all right.
VINCENT:
Everything is okay.
(car door closes)
Why is he dressed like that?
Why is he dressed like that?
Huh?
He just wants to talk to you.
Why is he dressed like that?
Why don't you speak to him?
MARIE:
It's okay.
What is this, Halloween,
Christian?
What the hell are you doing?
MARIE: Hey, not now.
Just leave him alone.
CHRISTIAN:
Listen, I, uh...
I want to talk with you.
All right, yeah, fine.
You want to talk to me?
That's fine, but...
take that off.
You look ridiculous.
I'm not gonna take it off.
I just want to talk to you
for a second.
I don't understand, Ma.
What's Christian doing?
- MARIE: Anthony...
- Shush! Shush, shush.
VINCENT:
All right, I'll listen to you.
Go take the dress off.
The joke's over.
- It's very funny. Ha-ha-ha.
- It's not a joke.
What?
It's really not a joke.
Go take the dress off,
Christian.
You're embarrassing me.
Why don't you just, uh,
hear me out for a second, okay?
Christian, take the dress off.
- MARIE: Listen to your son.
- Shh.
- CHRISTIAN: Listen to me, okay?
- Vincent, please just list...
- VINCENT: Stop. Stop. Stop.
- CHRISTIAN: Listen to me.
I don't want to be
an electrician.
I don't give a shit
what you want to be.
- Go take the dress off.
- I don't want to be
- an electrician, Pa.
- Christian, take it off.
- Take it off! I'm your father.
- Pa, I love you.
- Take it off.
- I know what I want,
- but I don't want that, okay?
- Take it off!
No. I don't know who I am.
I don't know what this is.
- You don't know who you are?
- But you got to give me a shot
- to find out, Pop.
- I'll tell you who you are.
You got to give me a chance
to find out, okay?
'Cause I love you
and I want you to love me.
I want you to respect me
the way I respect you, okay?
What are you? What are you?
Are you telling me you're a fag?
- MARIE: Oh, you shut up, Vincent.
- Are you a fag?
- Please don't say that.
- You're sick. 'Cause I'll help you, son.
- Don't talk to me like that.
- You're my son.
Please don't talk to me
like that, okay?
What are you telling me?
What are you telling me?
- Please don't say that to me.
- What are you telling me?
I need your help, Pa.
I'm your son, okay?
- You're sick.
- You're supposed to love me!
- You're my... - Take it off.
- MARIE: Listen to him.
- Go take it off. - Pop!
- You're not listening.
- Go take it off. Go take it off.
- I'm not taking it...
- Go take the dress off!
- No! Don't touch me, Pop!
- Take it off!
- I ain't taking it off!
MARIE:
Don't touch him! Hey!
- Take it off!
- Hey!
- I said take it off!
- Please! Hands off him!
- Take it off!
- He's not taking it off!
- I'm not taking it off!
- Hey! - Don't touch him!
- Take that shit off!
- MARIE: No.
- He's not taking it off.
- Take it off!
- He's taking it off.
- Get used to it.
- Get used to it?
- He's not tak...
What are you, stunad?
I'm gonna get used to
- my son in a dress? Take it off.
- Yes, you will.
- Yes. Yes. Yes.
- No, I won't.
- Yes. Yes.
- No. Never. No! No!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes!
- No!
- Yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Ever since you got this goddamn
place, everything's "no."
"No" this, "no" that.
"No, I don't have time."
"No, that's stupid."
No more fucking noes.
Your son is gonna be who he is.
Do you understand?
Things are gonna change,
Vincent.
I'm gonna go blonde.
Maybe even red.
And we're gonna do shit.
Dance, smoke weed,
maybe take up
fucking table tennis
or fly-fishing.
Who knows?
But we're going to do it.
And you're gonna say yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes!
Because the man I picked
25 years ago said yes.
Yes.
Always yes.
(sighs)
Vincent.
Okay, Marie.
You're right.
- Okay?
- (sobs)
VINCENT:
You're right.
ANTHONY:
Guys?
I have a crazy idea.
(clicks, whooshes)
(projector rattling)
(music fades)
playing)
("The Miracle of Life"
by Robie Lester playing)
- In the beginning
- (squealing laughter, chatter)
There was nothing at all
Not even a blade of grass
The heavens were bare
Clouds of mist
filled the air
Then the miracle of life
Came to pass
(laughter continues)
The moon guides the night
While the sun rules the day
The stars were then
Placed in the sky
The sea and the earth...
SANTO:
Oh!
What are you wieners doing?
Wow.
(muttering indistinctly)
Shirts in the pool.
What the hell...
What could be the reason
for shirts in the pool?
What are you hiding?
I was talking
to my friends back here.
One of 'em goes,
"They're shirt nerds."
I said, "No, no, no,
they're not really shirt nerds.
"Nah, they're shirt fags.
They're shirt fags, guys."
Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
(others join in chant):
Shirties! Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
Shirties! Shirties!
(chant fades)
(song fading)
(birds chirping)
(quiet chatter)
(dog barking in distance)
MARIE:
Come on, you guys. Breakfast!
(dishes clattering
in other room)
(phone ringing)
(coffee burbling)
Hello?
Yeah, Dov, it's me.
I know, bro.
It's finally here.
It's still busy.
Everyone's calling.
No, a major character
doesn't die.
I'm gonna keep trying
the theater.
Would you stop bothering him?
Where's Daddy? He's always late.
He should've been here by now
with the newspaper.
Relax, relax.
Here it is. I got it.
Did you check
the showtimes, Pop?
Sorry. Slipped my mind.
Slipped your mind?
What? How?
Rocky III opens today.
The end of the trilogy.
The last Rocky film ever.
Are you reneging
on your promise, Pop?
No. We're all gonna go
to the movie, okay?
There's a lot going on.
Check out the times,
then we can plan our day, okay?
Oh, look.
Jessica Lange. Gorgeous.
Maybe I should go blonde.
No. You'd look ridiculous.
How about a cat, babe,
from down the shelter?
- Again with the cat thing?
- ANTHONY: Here it is.
- I got it. Holy shit.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
They're playing it on
both screens, starting at noon.
Box office opens at 11:00.
We'll have to get there
much earlier,
- before the crowds show up.
- CHRISTIAN: I don't know, bro.
It could be sold out already.
Everyone's gonna want
to see who dies.
- What the... Come here. Come here.
- VINCENT: Hey. Hey!
- Knock it off. Knock it off.
- Wait, wait. What now?
- What now?
- Guys, guys. Hey, Christian!
- Knock it off.
- MARIE: Stop! Watch the table!
- Enough of this shit! You!
- Now what? Now what, Ant?
VINCENT:
What's wrong with you?
Stop busting chops, huh?
Let go of him.
And you, I know you're excited,
but shut up when you talk,
all right?
- Everybody just relax.
- (doorbell rings)
- I got it. I got it, I got it.
- Same time every day.
Why doesn't he put the mail
in the mailbox
- like anybody el...
- I got it. Hey, I got it!
Jesus.
(door opens, closes)
- Sorry to bother you again.
- Yeah.
But I, uh... I found another
one of these on your lawn.
Strange.
Someone keeps putting one here
every day.
Looks like fun.
You, uh...
going to the movies today?
Who isn't?
Anyways, have a good day.
Yeah, yeah, it opens at 11:00.
We got to get there
very early...
This looks right?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
Hey, listen,
it's gonna go great.
Mm.
CHRISTIAN:
So, what's the plan today?
VINCENT:
Listen up. We got a lot to do
before we meet at noon
to start prepping, okay?
Christian, you got to get
down there and sign up.
Today's the last day.
I told you that, right?
- Yeah.
- Honey, you do your thing around here.
I'm gonna hit the bank.
Fingers crossed.
Most importantly, Anthony,
you get the tickets
to Rocky III.
4:30 show, okay?
That's the one
that's gonna work.
Make this happen, kiddo,
before it gets sold out.
- Yeah.
- Everybody good?
- MARIE and CHRISTIAN: Yeah.
- VINCENT: Capisce?
All right? Let's go.
(excited chatter)
Here you go, sir.
(indistinct chatter)
(horns honking)
THEATER MANAGER:
All right, guys, listen up.
I got a couple of rules
in my movie theater.
Everybody pay attention.
Number one:
five tickets per person.
No more.
You ask me for six,
sorry, no Rocky for you.
I am selling tickets
for today's performances,
not tomorrow's,
so if you ask me for tomorrow,
no Rock for you.
Freaking gavone. Step back.
Listen up! I have rules!
(sighs)
I'll wait for youse
to come around.
They show up for Rocky, huh?
Holy shit balls, guys.
This is happening.
This is happening.
ALL:
"Yo, Adrian!"
We've been waiting on this.
This is here.
All the speculation is over.
I mean, who's Rocky fighting?
Is Apollo coming back?
Has Paulie gained more weight?
(laughs) Probably.
Oh, I'm so psyched.
- WOMAN: We love you, Rocky!
- Eat thunder and crap lightning!
Should've came here earlier.
Everyone had the same idea.
This is crazy.
Come on, what did you expect?
This side of the island is
like 95% Italian American.
Your people have adopted
Rocky Balboa
as their new god and savior
or something.
What about you? You're Jewish.
Yeah, but you Italians
converted me.
Just like you converted
Teddy Wong over there.
That's the only Asian gang
on the island,
and every single one of them
worships at the altar
of Rocky Balboa,
praise his name.
Didn't you do Teddy's homework
every day last year?
DOV: Yeah. I got him a B-minus,
and he punched me in the dick.
The point is you Italians
preach the holy word of Rocky
with passion.
- It's infectious.
- (motorcycle engines revving)
Holy shit!
Who the hell is that?
It's Gus Giammarino
and his crew.
I wonder if they did it.
DOV:
Did what?
ANTHONY:
Just look.
DOV: What'd they do?
I-I don't get it.
They beat the crap
out of each other so that
they could look like Rocky
at the end of Rocky I and II.
DOV:
Oh.
ANTHONY: After the final fight
with Apollo.
DOV:
That is so cool.
And insane at the same time.
More importantly, what are we
gonna wear to the film later?
- I've thought about this.
- All right, tell me.
- Party-appropriate.
- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.
- Button-down shirts.
- Nice. - Ooh.
Nice jeans.
- Yeah. That's it.
- Right?
- Respect the film.
- OTHERS: Respect the film.
- (phone ringing)
- VINCENT: I filled it all out.
I think it's all correct,
and, uh,
I think it's all there
and correct.
I'm sure it is, Mr. Dedea.
So, how does this...
this work now?
Do we just...
you and I just go through this?
Well, why don't you
give all that to me,
and I'll bring it in
to my manager
and see if you qualify.
Oh. Okay, yeah, I...
just give it to you.
- Sure.
- (chuckles)
Relax.
- I'll be right back.
- Okay.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(engine idling)
(engine shuts off)
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
("From Me to You"
by Janis Ian playing)
(vacuum cleaner whirring)
I'm leaving by night
I'm leaving alone
Leaving it lie
When you waken, I'll be gone
- I would not beg for me
- (vacuum cleaner shuts off)
As I would not beg for you
Though I'd like to be the one
to see you through
Every step you have taken
Disappears with the tide
You're torn up and shaken
With changing your mind
You haven't got the grace
to say you'll finally decide
And you haven't got
the strength to stay to fight
Those people
who surround you
Only want to see you
weak enough to crawl
They'll lie for you,
decide for you
And buy up all your rights
and all your wrongs
And they'll try to stop
your singing
In the middle of your song
For they do not
want you free
And they will not
make you strong
But only drag you down
In the hole
they're coming from
They say you are foolish
In wanting the sun
Say you are selfish
(fading):
In learning to run...
MANAGER: The 2:30 and the 3:00
are sold out.
- (crowd murmuring)
- You needed to get here
much earlier if you wanted
to see those shows.
What did you think
was gonna happen?
This is Rocky III, people.
Three.
I'm doing the math, guys.
If all the people in front of us
get the max, five tickets each,
the Guidos will get in
but not us.
No. No, not everybody's
gonna buy five tickets.
- Ask us for six, sorry, no Rocky for you.
- (horn honks)
We are only selling tickets...
MAN: Maron', that must be
Rocky's limo.
- (horn honking)
- (crowd murmuring)
MANAGER:
This is Rocky III. Come on.
It's not Halloween III
or Bad News Bears III or Ten.
This is iconic Rocky III.
Oh, shit. I know that look.
It's not good.
It's not good at all.
It's the love look.
MANAGER:
I don't want anybody cutting.
I don't want anybody asking
for more than five tickets...
SANTO:
Oh!
It's the Shirties.
What's up, guys?
- How we doing?
- Shit.
Let me ask you something.
Do you guys wear your shirts
in the shower, too?
How does that work?
What the hell are you
shirt fags doing here?
You're not here
to see Rocky, are you?
Guys, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
You don't understand Rocky.
You're not made for Rocky.
Rocky's not made for you.
Rocky's made for guys like me.
He's not for losers.
He's for winners.
Don't give me that look.
I'll walk right over there,
and I'll smack youse both
in the face.
Rocky's not for you.
Go home, Shirties. Go home.
WOMAN: Shirties?
What the hell's a Shirtie?
Goddamn it, guys.
I think we're gonna be Shirties
till the day we die.
SANTO:
Hey, babe. Mr. Larocca.
Jesus. What the hell
is she doing with him?
- (laughing)
- ANTHONY: God, look how beautiful she is.
Did you see her wave to me?
Okay, you've known her
since you were kids.
- If she didn't wave, she'd be a sociopath.
- GIRL: Wait!
You know,
tonight's her sweet 16.
It's at our hall.
I still can't believe
I wasn't invited.
DOV:
Hey, that's her loss.
Hey, hey, forget about her.
Today's not about her anyway.
You know what today is?
Today is about you
and your relationship
with the one and only
Rocky Balboa.
Right?
Come on.
- Get pumped, man.
- Rocky. - Rocky.
"Eat thunder
and crap lightning."
- Yes.
- Rocko!
(indistinct chatter)
We got the last six tickets
for the 4:30.
By the time we left,
everything was sold out.
Except for the one
at 2:00 in the morning.
It's gonna be awesome.
You know, I still think
you should prepare yourself
for a major character
dropping hard, but...
that's just me.
- (laughter)
- What?
You don't think so?
Huh? Huh?
- (laughing): Come on. What?
- Hey.
What the hell youse doing?
Huh? I told you
I need 500 meatballs
for these animals, right?
Cut the bullshitting, okay?
This isn't playtime.
Do your jobs.
Like everybody else, okay?
What's his problem?
He didn't get the loan.
Shit.
Now he has to ask Larocca
for more money.
Or this place is done.
(song playing in Italian)
Who told youse to follow?
Go wait by the door,
you freaking apes.
Mm.
You still look good
for an old broad.
Why do you treat 'em like that?
You feel like a big man?
Mm, you know firsthand
I'm a big man.
You'll always be
an asshole, Frank.
I know.
Okay. You look sad.
MARIE:
No, I'm good.
VINCENT:
Hey, Frank.
Hey.
This place gonna be ready,
Vincent?
Of course it's gonna be ready.
What, are you kidding me?
Let's talk in the back.
Yeah.
Bye, Marie.
(door opens)
- (whispers): Hey, come on.
- This is stupid.
- Shh. Come on.
- Just leave 'em.
(Vincent and Frank
speaking indistinctly)
VINCENT:
I can turn this around, Frank.
FRANK:
No, you can't.
- It's over.
- VINCENT: Frank, come on.
FRANK:
Vincent.
We're bleeding money here.
As a friend,
I can't give you more, okay?
What would happen if you
couldn't make the payments?
I'll make the payments.
Have any idea how many people
have said that to me?
Last time. It's over.
Okay, we go out with a big bang
tonight at my daughter's party.
Then I come back in here, and
I... I take care of this place.
You'll take care of it?
Yeah, you get a little something
when the insurance money
comes in.
Then you can invest
in some new thing.
I don't want a new thing.
I want this thing.
Please, Frank.
Don't make me beg.
All right?
I will.
I'll get on my hands and knees.
But please, don't make me.
FRANK:
Maron', Vincent.
Don't be so pathetic.
You and me, we go back
a hundred years.
- But don't blur the lines, huh?
- (whispers): Hey. Get out.
FRANK:
This is about money.
Take it like a man, Vincent.
Look, I know you're upset.
I know you...
you feel like a failure.
Like you let that beautiful
wife of yours down.
Don't.
FRANK:
Whatever.
I need you to focus, Vincent.
Make today special, huh?
For me and my little girl.
(door opens, closes)
It's just embarrassing.
- What a coward.
- CHRISTIAN: Hey.
- Come on.
- I can't even believe it.
He should've stood up
for himself, right?
Cut him a break.
You're too young to understand.
What's not to understand,
Christian?
He wussed out.
- Enough.
- I'm not wrong.
Enough.
It was goddamn pathetic.
Enough.
(knocking)
ANTHONY:
Christian! It's 3:39.
We're gonna be late
for the movie.
Christian,
what could you be doing?
Christian, come on!
- Come on, what is your problem?
- Stay with me.
- Dad?
- (knocks)
VINCENT:
I'm not ready yet!
We got to gather troops.
Come on.
- I don't want crappy seats.
- I forgot my watch, Ant.
Use the sun as your timepiece.
- Ma, come on. We got to go.
- Hey.
Stay with me. Come on.
- Ant, slow down.
- Relax.
Dad, Jesus.
Dad.
MAN: Those are our seats.
They're our seats.
You see my face? I'm gonna
make yours look like that.
You know who I am.
- MANAGER: Hey! Hey!
- (clamoring)
Break it up!
What's the matter with you?
- You want to see this movie, right?
- Yeah.
- You want to see Rocky?
- Yeah.
Do me a favor... sit down.
You can't fight here.
This is a big day.
Holy shit.
Anthony, your mouth.
Looks like
the whole island's here.
VINCENT: Well, there's
four seats right here.
We'll sit. I like to sit
in the back anyway. Come on.
There they are.
Perfect seats. All right.
Uh, I'm gonna sit
with Dov and Albie.
Oh, I'm staying over at Albie's.
I'll see you guys tomorrow.
VINCENT: It's his night.
Let him have a good time.
MARIE:
I thought we'd sit together.
Hey. You almost gave me
a heart attack.
(sighs)
Good seats, guys. Nice.
- Yeah? Yeah, you think so?
- Yeah.
How's my outfit?
Strong.
Can you see the sweat stains
through the jacket?
I'm sorry.
I'm so damn nervous.
Oh, me, too.
I mean, I got the willy shits.
Me, three. I heard again
that someone big dies.
Okay, we'll see when it happens.
- We'll see.
- MANAGER: Right this way.
Pleasure to have you.
The house seats,
reserved for you.
Ignore him.
Just enjoy the movie.
Thank you, Mr. Larocca.
Thank you.
ANTHONY:
Sophia.
Don't get distracted, man.
You'll never forgive yourself.
Just leave it alone.
Ah, shit.
I have to pee.
Bad.
You... Pee?
Are you kidding me?
Rocky III viewing protocol.
I mean, we discussed this
ad nauseum.
You urinate
a half hour before the film.
- I...
- Before.
- There's four minutes till showtime.
- Go!
- Run. Run, run, run.
- Go. Go. Run.
Run.
YOUNG MAN: Hey, you think
you could take Rocky?
Ah, man.
- (shouts of "Rocky")
- (clapping)
He's gonna give me a
heart attack, this kid, I swear.
- Oh! My God. Oh, Tony.
- Oh, Soph.
- You okay?
- (laughing): Yeah. I'm fine.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- You good?
- I'm-I'm o...
- Yeah, I'm okay, Tony. Yeah, yeah.
- Good.
(laughs) Hey.
- (Sophia laughs)
- Hey.
Yeah, I didn't know
you were at this showing.
Yeah, no, it...
Rocky III, it's...
I know.
Hey, do you remember when we saw
Rocky I together
here with our dads?
Yeah, yeah, that...
that was here.
- Right.
- Yeah. It's crazy.
It is.
Rocky always reminds me of you.
(chuckles)
Um, I...
- I wanted to tell you...
- SANTO: Shirtie!
- Santo!
- Why the hell are you touching my girl, huh?
- You're making a scene.
- I already told you,
- you don't understand Rocky, all right?
- Stop. Stop it!
- Santo! You're an idiot.
- Get out of here!
SANTO: Come on,
we're gonna miss the open.
You're an asshole.
I'm so sorry, Tony.
SANTO:
Come on. Bye, Tony.
(crowd cheering)
CROWD (chanting):
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Where the hell is he?
Where the hell is he?
Shh. I don't know
where the hell he is.
He's gonna miss the movie.
I've never seen it
like this before.
Maron'.
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky!
- There he is. Over here.
- Dude!
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
That was the longest piss
in history.
- What happened?
- I saw her.
What are you talking about?
Saw who?
Sophia.
We-we ran into each other.
Then Saggesi busted it up,
but...
there was something
between us, Dov.
It was genuine.
No. No, no, no, no.
Stop, Ant.
Look, just focus, man,
all right?
- Have we not been waiting on this?
- Yeah.
- Please, respect the film.
- ALBIE: Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
- Please.
- You're right. Sorry.
- (sighs)
("Rocky" chant continues)
(mouthing)
MAN: Yo, what the hell
you doing? What you doing?
- MAN 2: It's starting.
- (cheering and applause)
- MAN 3: Okay! All right!
- This is it.
- (crowd quiets)
- (scattered coughs)
(whooshes, whirs)
(projector rattling)
CROWD:
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
(cheering)
(cheering, whistling)
(crowd quiets)
(laughter)
Freaking Paulie.
Freaking Paulie.
(muttering indistinctly)
Whoa. This guy's, like,
a stalker or something.
- (crowd booing)
- He's a stalker.
(crowd gasping)
Oh, no.
WOMAN:
Oh, my God.
Mickey, come on.
- DOV: Yo, Jesus.
- Apollo.
(crowd murmuring)
(cheering)
- Go for it!
- Go for it.
(crowd exclaiming)
Hit him, Rocky! Hit him again!
Oh!
Get off the ropes.
- Come on. Get out of there.
- Get off the ropes.
(crowd murmuring)
- (cheering)
- Yes!
(indistinct shouting)
Oh, yes!
Come on, Rocky!
(indistinct shouts)
Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
(crowd exclaiming, whooping)
MAN:
Yeah! Stay down!
CROWD:
One! Two!
Three! Four!
Five! Six! Seven!
Eight! Nine!
(gasping, cheering)
(quiet chatter)
(applause)
(indistinct shouts)
(crowd murmuring)
(murmuring continues)
FRANK:
Maybe the best one yet.
Come on.
I don't want to see Larocca.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go home.
That was the greatest movie
of all time.
Damn straight.
I mean, I'm overwhelmed.
Wow.
No doubt, but they did it, guys.
They killed a major character.
They killed Mickey.
DOV:
Hey, guys, respect the film.
ALBIE:
Respect the film.
Respect the film, man.
Respect the film.
(indistinct arguing)
SOPHIA: This is ridiculous.
You're an asshole.
ALBIE: He wrote
and directed this movie.
Amazing.
I'm gonna tell her
happy birthday.
DOV:
What?
What's happening?
What's going on?
- ALBIE: Where you going?
- DOV: You know it's bad luck
to leave during the credits.
I got you. I got you.
You're about to be fucked.
Rocky's a pussy!
- Oh!
- Rocky's a what? - What?
- What? - What did he just say?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What did he say?
- Who said that?
- Who said that?
- What did he say?
Who would call Rocko a pussy?
- Huh?
- Say what, now?
Who said that?
I need to know who said that!
Who the fuck said that?
He said it. The shirt nerd
just called Rocky a pussy.
- I heard him!
- MAN: Whoa.
What? No, I didn't say that.
- How dare you, boy.
- Rocky is not a pussy!
- It was him! The Shirtie!
- No.
(crowd murmuring)
WOMAN:
Who would say such a thing?
- He didn't say it.
- I didn't say that. No.
- It was him! The Shirtie!
- MAN: It was Anthony Dedea.
Let's go get this kid.
WOMAN:
You got to run, kid.
Put your head down
and keep moving.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
We got to get you out of here.
I got to get you out
of the fucking side exit.
Oh, Gus! Jesus.
ALBIE:
Dov, what are you doing?
Crazy degenerates, those kids.
They beat themselves up,
for Christ's sake.
Come on. Right around here.
"Rocky is a pussy"?
Who says that?
What, do you got a death wish?
Why didn't you just take
a big shit right in the aisle?
I didn't say it.
Well, it doesn't matter,
because they think you did.
Okay, you're public enemy
number one.
You would be best
to get out of here, okay?
Go, go.
There he is.
You were right, Dov.
He went out back.
Good luck.
DOV: Those meatheads
went out the front.
We're safe,
but you're in deep shit.
- I didn't say it, guys.
- We know.
We know you didn't say it,
but they think you did say it.
All right,
they want to kill you, Ant.
They are ready
to eat your eyes out.
- Oh, goddamn it.
- ALBIE: My God.
- Santo's such a dick.
- I can't believe this is happening.
- DOV: Shit.
- What do we do?
Hold on.
Just let me think for a second.
All right, look, we go home.
- Right? We go home.
- Home.
It's a normal day.
We go home, we let everybody
forget about this,
and we let this blow over.
I don't think it will,
but maybe.
Let's go. Come on.
No.
I'm not going home, guys.
Anthony Dedea...
they think you just called
Rocky Balboa a pussy.
Do you understand the gravity...
I'm going to Sophia's sweet 16.
To tell her happy birthday.
Are you high?
To tell her I love her.
Let's do this.
Let's do this.
ALBIE: Now, that's the Dov
I'm talking about.
That's what I'm talking about.
ANTHONY: Let's get out of here
before they see us.
(crowd cheering)
(indistinct chatter)
- Get 'em done. Do it again.
- VINCENT: Hey.
Hour and a half
till the guests arrive.
- Looks good.
- Room's almost ready.
Looks good. All right, I'm gonna
get the grill fired up.
Everybody working. Good.
- Oh, hey, boss.
- Yeah.
How was the movie?
It was amazing.
CHRISTIAN:
Apollo teaming up with Rocky?
What a story. Ingenious.
And did you see
how many punches Rocky threw
in like ten seconds
in the final fight?
- Incredible.
- (both chuckle)
(sighs) I got so much energy,
I don't know what to do with it.
Me, too.
I'm all amped up.
You gonna have some coffee?
I'm gonna go change,
listen to some music.
I'll have a cup in a little bit.
Okay.
It was a hell of a movie,
wasn't it, Ma?
(sighs)
It really was.
(door creaks shut)
(match strikes)
(chuckling)
(grunting)
(laughing)
Ant.
We should be there in no time.
You could get her before
she hits the dance floor.
What are you looking for, Dov?
I'm looking for any
of those crazy-ass Guidos
hell-bent on eating your face.
Look, there's a strong chance
we get our asses
beat down tonight, Dov.
Get used to the idea.
If we get our asses beat now,
we'll never get to the party.
Let's get our asses beat
after we complete the mission.
Dov's right.
But no one knows we're here
and no one sees us.
All right, we're safe.
You're right. You're right.
ANTHONY:
If you can relax.
ALBIE:
Relax? Him? (scoffs)
- No. (laughs)
- (chuckles): Yeah.
(horn honking)
ALBIE:
Is that Larocca's limo?
Jesus Christ.
- "No one can see us," my ass.
- FRANK: Let's go!
- Is he looking for us, too?
- FRANK: Let's do this!
- We're dead.
- FRANK: Pussies, let's go.
DOV:
We're gonna get whacked.
- Shut up. Shh.
- FRANK: Come on, Louis.
(all grunting)
DOV:
What are they doing?
I got a hundred in me, boys.
FRANK: Right, let's do
the one-arms. One-arms!
- (men grunting)
- Come on, one-arms, like Rocky!
Let's go. Faster, Louis!
Faster, Louis! Faster!
No one's gonna fucking beat me.
- Huh?
- I already did 200, pal.
- Huh? Come on, Louis.
- What do you got left, Lou?
Let's go, Louis! Go!
(all grunting, panting)
- (laughing)
- All right, I win.
That's the weirdest thing
I've ever seen.
I think Larocca won.
(crowd cheering)
(grunting, panting)
(knocking at door)
Yeah?
MARIE:
Hey.
I'm trying on some clothes.
Need your opinion.
- (record scratches, music stops)
- I'll be right there.
(indistinct chatter)
(Frank shouts)
Place looks good.
You're early.
Got to make sure
there's no problem.
We don't have any problems here.
You know, everybody got
one thing, Vincent.
Your thing?
Your meatball.
You boys want to try?
Mm. Not you, Louis.
Your people wouldn't know
the difference
between a good meatball
and cat food.
Right, boy? (grunts)
He knows I'm just busting chops.
You know, Sinatra had Sammy.
I got Louis.
I saw you at the theater today,
cugino.
Yeah.
Remember we used to cut class,
catch the matinees?
That was a hundred years ago.
Still.
What a movie, huh?
It's like I always tell you...
toughest son of a bitch
always wins.
Ah, Frank.
Guy with the biggest heart wins.
Guy who's fighting
for the right reasons.
Keep telling yourself that,
Vincent.
See where it gets you.
Let's go, you mooks.
How you holding up, man?
You feeling good?
You-you pumped?
- You ready to do this?
- Yeah.
- DOV: Good. - ANTHONY: Yeah.
- (rubbing hands together)
WOMAN: (speaks Italian)
...Rocky una pussy?
I'll give you "Rocky's a pussy."
Ma'am, ma'am, no.
No, I didn't...
(continues in Italian)
- Tu. Tu un pussy.
- I didn't say... I didn't...
- (continues in Italian)
- I didn't say...
- Guys, what do we do?
- What can we do? She's 120.
You gonna help her now
or something?
(continues in Italian)
Tu un pussy!
I didn't... I never said it.
I didn't say it.
WOMAN:
Tu un pussy!
- Guys, come on. Please.
- Un pussy.
- DOV: She's really pissed.
- Stupid punk. Bastard punk.
Bitch pussy!
- Okay. I understand. Yes.
- Pussy! Go.
(speaking Italian)
- ANTHONY: I didn't say it.
- Go, go, go!
- Go! Go!
- It wasn't me. I swear to God.
- Go! (yells in Italian)
- Okay. Okay.
- Pussy! Pussy!
- All right. Okay.
- Pussy, pussy, puss...
- Stop.
Well, shit. Now what?
("There She Is"
by Johnny Amoroso playing)
(quiet chatter)
- Hi, Mr. Larocca.
- (laughter)
- I love that dress.
- Happy birthday, Sophia.
Well, there she is
(excited chatter)
WOMAN:
It's a really nice party.
Yes, there she is
Is she following me?
If I'm at a movie show
and I'm in the second row
Well, there she is
Look at this guy!
(continues indistinctly)
Right there she is
Right next to me
Yo, Sal.
Hey, boss.
That crazy brother of yours,
he's...
he's still into
all that wacky shit?
Yeah, you know he is.
Why you asking?
Right next to me
(fading):
Is it by chance...
(door opens)
What do you think?
It makes your butt look...
- Fat?
- Flat.
- (scoffs, sighs)
- Too flat. Not good.
Why don't you try this on?
Good choice.
- Yeah, I like it.
- (chuckles)
You know...
you're the only one
I trust with this stuff.
Maybe you should try it on.
Try it on, baby.
For me.
Why would you say that to me?
You...
What's wrong with you?
You crazy?
I want to help you, baby.
I want to help you be you.
You want to help me be me?
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean, Mom?
You don't know me.
You don't know
anything about me.
You want me to try that on?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I know, Christian. I know.
You're trying to help me?
What about you, huh?
You don't even know
how to be you.
You're always waiting
on Daddy to say yes to shit
that you want, and now
you're trying to help me?
- Don't fucking touch me!
- Why don't we just...
- just talk about it?
- Listen. Listen to me!
Talk about...
There's nothing to talk about.
You stop worrying about me.
You start trying
to help yourself, Ma.
- There's nothing wrong with me! Do you hear me?
- No.
- There's nothing wrong with you.
- There's nothing wrong with me!
- Stop it! Get away from me!
- I didn't mean any...
- Stop it! Ma, don't touch me!
- Just talk to me.
- Ma, you don't know anything about me!
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.
Christian?
DOV: You know what? Jews weren't
built for long treks.
ALBIE: What the hell
were you built for, then?
DOV:
Not this shit.
(man singing operatically
nearby)
So, what, this is it?
We're just gonna walk
across the entire island?
Yes, we are.
God, do you realize
how far the party is, Ant?
I mean, it's-it's miles
from here.
And we're exposed now.
We're completely exposed now.
- Anybody can see us.
- Guys.
- Any Guido gorilla can find us.
- Guys, do you hear that?
- What?
- Look.
- Wow.
- (singing continues)
(singing continues)
(indistinct chatter)
- (sustains final note)
- (cheering, applause)
There's something weird
in the air tonight, guys.
I'm telling you.
DOV:
Yeah. No shit.
Everybody's going bananas.
Which doesn't bode well for us.
MAN:
Come on! Way to go, man!
Let's go.
ALBIE: You know, I wonder
what kind of music Rocky likes.
Eh, I think Van Halen, maybe.
DOV:
You think Van Halen
'cause you listen
to Van Halen, dipshit.
Yeah, Rocky's more of
a Beatles guy anyway.
Sometimes Dean Martin.
But he could like Van Halen.
That's a possibility.
You guys ever think that
it might be gay
how much we like Rocky?
("Situation" by Yaz playing)
(no dialogue)
(singer laughing)
All right.
Here's some goodies
my crazy brother recommended.
- You can pay him next week.
- All right, just leave 'em here.
Why do you need all this?
I mean, do you have any idea
how powerful this shit is?
It's none of your business.
That's why. Now, go.
All right.
Moving through
the doorway of a nation
Pick me up
and shake the doubt
Baby, I can't do without
Don't mess around
You bring me down
How you get about,
don't make a sound
Just move out
(panting)
I remember only for an hour
Move right through me,
can you feel the power?
I don't know what's going on
It scares me,
but it won't be long
Don't mess around
You bring me down
How you get about...
Yeah. Three people.
Yeah, we're at
125 Higgins Boulevard,
at Piera's Pizza.
Okay.
Great. Thanks.
We'll be waiting.
And?
Car service in 20 minutes.
- We had just enough money.
- Oh... yes!
We'll still make
the party on time.
- (sighs): Oh, God.
- Hey, in the meantime,
do you want to get some food?
- We don't have any money.
- What?
We're using all we have.
Move out, move out...
Sal. Come over here.
SAL:
What's up, boss?
Move out...
This goes to Larocca
and his goons only.
Not his family, not the kids.
No kids.
Boss, you didn't put
that shit in here, did you?
Larocca only and his goons.
- You got it?
- I got it.
- Stay and make sure.
- All right.
Now he's in control,
he is my lover
Nations stand against him,
he's your brother...
Beautiful night, right?
We got to be on lookout, man.
This-this ain't over yet.
(engine revving nearby)
There's got to be
another way
Of living
It ain't easy
Holding hands and smiling
They say...
- Now, this is interesting.
- ALBIE: Mm-hmm.
- (heavy chatter)
- SAL: Gentlemen.
MAN:
Oh! Tall Sal!
Oh!
- (chatter continues)
- (laughter)
(laughter, whooping)
(laughing):
Oh, my God, so cool.
- WOMAN: You love it?
- (whooping)
WOMAN (laughing):
Oh, my God.
ALBIE: I feel like a perv,
but when they jump,
I can see their bloomers.
Okay, don't say "bloomers,"
though, 'cause it ruins it,
but are they looking at us?
I feel like they're
looking at us and almost,
I don't know, like,
flirting or something.
Guys, girls like this
don't flirt with guys like us.
Oh, come on. You never know.
I mean, they may be drunk
or-or high.
Look, don't shit on this,
Dedea, please.
WOMAN:
Hey, guys.
What are youse doing over there?
(chuckles) Uh, nothing.
You know, just, uh...
just hanging.
Hey, you guys see Rocky tonight?
- (laughing): Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
- Did you guys see it, too?
- DOV: Yeah.
- It was amazing, wasn't it?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- It's got us so psyched up.
- (women laughing)
Hey, why don't you guys come
inside with us, get some beers?
- Yeah. We know the bouncer.
- Yeah, we know everyone inside.
Come on.
One second.
- Is what's happening really happening?
- I don't know.
If we go inside,
we'll miss the car service.
No, we won't.
He said 20 minutes,
which really means 30.
Listen.
Rocky is not only getting us
into our first bar
but he might also get us laid
if the night goes right, no?
Oh, God, thank you, Rocko.
Thank you.
- Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
- (mutters): Respect the film.
- WOMAN: So, what's it gonna be?
- Come on.
- Come on, let's have a little fun.
Come on, don't be scared.
- Cross the street.
- Let's go, boys, now.
- Smart boys.
- (whooping, laughing)
There you go! Come across!
- Oh, my God, you guys are cute.
- I'll buy you a drink.
- (laughing): Wow.
- My goodness.
Oh, ladies, these aren't boys.
They're men.
Come in.
I remember that Christmas.
I, uh, didn't get the...
Stretch Armstrong action figure.
- Yeah.
- You were so mad at us.
They were sold out everywhere.
How long have you known?
I don't know.
Long time.
You?
Forever.
Dad?
No.
- No.
- (Christian sighs)
I don't know what I want, but...
I definitely don't want
to be an electrician.
You're not disappointed?
Freaked?
Upset?
Something?
I was...
shocked at first.
I, uh...
hoped it might go away.
I hid from it for years.
I was a coward.
Hated myself.
- I still do sometimes. I'm...
- Mom.
...confused.
I was confused.
But all I know is
I just want you to be happy.
(sighs)
That's all.
Happy.
- (sighs)
- Come here.
I'm sorry about
what I said before.
Don't be. Don't be.
It's okay.
("Lick It Up" by Kiss playing)
(laughter)
Yeah, yeah
WOMEN:
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
(laughter)
Don't want to wait
till you know me better
Let's just be glad
for the time together
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
(groans)
Life's such a treat,
and it's time you taste it
It ain't a crime
to be good to yourself
Lick it up, lick it up
Oh, oh, oh
It's only right, now
Lick it up, lick it up
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, yeah
Lick it up, lick it up
Oh, oh, oh...
Is this not the greatest night
of all time, or what?
Lick it up...
What are you looking at?
ANTHONY:
Something's not right.
We shouldn't be here, Dov.
(laughter)
It doesn't make any sense.
Why would they let us in?
We're too young.
Something's off.
DOV:
No, no.
Something is not off.
Something is on... like, way on.
(jingling)
Guys, look who's here.
Shit.
DOV: No, no. No, no, no,
it-it's all right.
He wasn't even at our screening.
But what if he heard something
from someone?
DOV:
He didn't. Relax.
ANTHONY:
We got to go now.
Be cool. Be cool.
I just want to take you home.
Yeah.
- ALBIE (chuckles): Yes, ma'am.
- Hey.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah?
Really glad we met you guys.
Yeah. (chuckles softly)
WOMAN:
Ever had whiskey before?
- ANTHONY: Uh, no, no.
- Why don't you try it?
What are you, party pooper?
Come on.
No, no, I just...
We got to be somewhere.
That's all.
Where you got to be?
Uh, we're going to a party.
WOMAN (laughs):
Party's right here.
Come on.
(bell jingling)
Yo, anybody call
a car service here?
There's a guy across the street.
He's just laying on his horn.
- Guys, that's us. Let's go.
- No. No.
- Sorry. We got somewhere to be.
- Shut up.
- Shut up.
- We got to go.
- Please, guys, don't go.
- Shut up.
- No, no, no, no.
- Don't leave, guys. We'll get you a ride.
- They'll get us a ride.
- We really have to go.
- We've got somewhere to be.
- DOV: Hey, relax.
We'll get to the party.
We're fine.
Guys, Teddy's on the move. Look.
We got to go now.
Let's go. Come on.
Hey, Teddy.
(chuckles nervously)
I never thanked you for
the homework last year, kid.
(chuckles) Yeah.
The homework. Yeah.
Yeah, no problem, Teddy.
You're welcome.
See? You see that?
He's fine. Right?
We're in no trouble.
Now, let's discuss the rest
of this evening calmly.
All right? I'm sure we can
figure something out.
Look, we got enough time
to get to the party.
We're not gonna be late.
- We got 'em!
- Huh? - What?
- What?
- Right here! Here, Gus!
- Guys?
- Shit, they found us.
- Gus is here. They found us!
- WOMAN: We got 'em!
- Go! - Guys, run!
- (women laughing)
- Run!
- We got 'em, Gus!
It's them,
the Rocky-mocking bastards!
Get 'em!
("Take It on the Run"
by REO Speedwagon playing)
I don't believe it
Not for a minute
You're under the gun...
- Teddy Wong! You're next!
- Let's go! Let's go!
Take it on the run, baby
If that's the way
you want it, baby
Then I don't want you
around...
I don't believe it
Not for a minute
You're under the gun
So you take it on the run
(fading): Heard it
from a friend who...
MARIE:
You ready?
CHRISTIAN:
I don't know.
I'm afraid.
No one's seen me like this.
No one but me.
Let me see you.
Just me.
(sighs)
Okay.
(long exhale)
Let's get this straight.
Did I put it on right?
Too much?
No. No.
(sobbing)
You look beautiful.
You do.
How do you feel?
Like me.
Yeah?
(Christian sobs)
I'm sorry, Christian.
I'm sorry
I wasn't there for you.
No.
Ma, please.
- I should've been there for you.
- No.
It's okay.
Promise.
Let me look at you.
(both chuckling)
You look amazing.
Okay, hold on.
What do you think?
Are you crazy?
(raucous chatter, laughter)
- How bad is it?
- It ain't good.
What did you do, boss?
MAN:
Have my milk!
It's sweet.
Take my sweet, sweet milk.
My sweet honey water!
Mama's milk!
(laughter, whooping)
Take my sweet milk!
Holy shit.
Who wants Mama's milk?
It's sweet.
It's like honey water.
(hysterical laughter)
I got stars, I got shells.
I'm a happy boy.
This right here,
this is one for the ages.
Jesus Christ.
(sobbing):
I want French toast.
And the unicorn,
maybe it can come
and lay with me, Mommy, please.
Why would you do this?
(laughing)
(both laughing)
I see your soul, Frankie.
Frankie, I see your soul.
- All right, all right.
- You're beautiful, Frankie.
I'm understanding
the nature of love
for the first time.
- It's for you.
- What?
Everything is for you, Frankie!
- All right, hey, take it easy.
- (hollers)
I love you, Frankie!
- Hey, take it easy, okay?
- Yeah.
All right, it's fine.
Take it easy.
(sobbing)
- Fuck.
- MAN: My milk.
What the fuck is going on?
Sugar water.
(babbling, laughter)
(giggling)
Who took my toys?!
- (man shouts)
- MAN: We got tails.
- (grunting rapidly)
- I got a tail.
We both got tails!
(sobbing):
I fucking killed ten people.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(men babbling)
MAN:
Take my milk!
My sugar water!
Take Mama's milk!
(men continue babbling,
laughing)
Take my milk!
(song playing in Italian)
(song fades)
WOMAN (over radio):
Unit 27, be on the lookout
for a priest gone wild.
He's riding on a skateboard with
Christmas lights all over him.
What the hell's going on
tonight?
Everyone's going nuts.
OFFICER:
Mm. I don't know, kid.
But the island's on fire.
- I like that.
- Yeah.
- "The island's on fire."
- Yeah.
Nice.
- You guys okay?
- (Dov scoffs)
No.
I'm not.
And I'm really disappointed
we got played by those girls.
Albie, you okay?
I think I got the bubble guts.
It's all that alcohol, bro.
- I think I'm gonna throw up.
- OFFICER: Hey, hey, hey.
- Not in my car.
- No, sir.
It's almost over, all right?
These nice officers are gonna
take us to the party,
and-and I'm gonna do
what I have to do.
- Yeah, yeah.
- And then we'll go home.
MAN (over radio): Car 42,
we have a 316 with trips.
Are you 511?
Ride-along, under 18.
- Yes, 511.
- ANTHONY: What's "316" mean?
Are we talking about
the movie R3?
(over radio):
That's affirm. Party attire.
(boys whispering indistinctly)
(siren whooping)
- ALBIE: What's wrong?
- What's happening?
- They're looking at us.
- They saw Rocky.
DOV: I mean, the mustachioed one
looks especially menacing.
Get out.
Out! Get out.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- What's going on, Officers? Why?
- We don't like your kind. Out now.
- Get out.
- I don't...
- I think we should get out.
- Get out! - Okay.
- Why are we getting out of the car?
- Come on, out.
- All right. Getting out.
Move.
Put your hands down, goofball.
See you round, shitheads.
Wait, y-you can't just
leave us here.
I mean, we're 16. This has
got to be illegal or something.
Shitheads,
shitting on positive shit.
I wish we could arrest you
for this offense, but we can't.
A-Arrest? What? What did we do?
4:30 show?
Word gets around.
I mean, who says shit like that?
It's like calling
Dirty Harry a pussy.
George Bailey from
It's a Wonderful Life a pussy.
Shaft a pussy, or Bond...
James Bond... pussies.
Magnificent Seven, all seven
of them, seven pussies.
Dirty Dozen, 12 pussies.
- Scarlett O'Hara, a female pussy.
- Okay, okay.
All right, we get it, Officers.
But he didn't say the
"pussy" word. He didn't say it.
- It's disrespectful.
- These are characters...
heroes who inspire us
to be courageous, honest,
just, true.
They and their righteous actions
push us to be better.
To-to fight our fears,
rise above
and make our shitty selves
a little less shitty.
I didn't do it.
I didn't say it.
Find your own way, little shits.
Time to learn a lesson.
Have a nice walk.
So, what are we gonna do now?
- (engine starts)
- Are they leaving right now?
Are you freaking kidding me?
This can't be happening.
What the hell
is going on tonight?
I-I know where we are.
If-if we double-time it,
we can still make it
before the party ends.
DOV:
No.
No, Ant.
Look, we're done.
That's enough.
It's-it's-it's over, man.
- What?
- I mean, this is... this is way too much now.
Way out of our league.
No.
ALBIE:
No?
- No what?
- ANTHONY: I can't.
I can't stop. No.
If I stop now, that's it.
I'll stop
for the rest of my life.
Calm down, man.
Don't go crazy.
It's just a girl.
She's not just a girl,
and this isn't just about that.
Don't you see it?
We never think
we're good enough.
We're always getting
pushed around,
and we never do
anything about it.
Do you know why?
No. No, I don't know why.
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about, Anthony.
Because we're afraid.
We wore our damn shirts that day
because we were afraid.
Afraid of what
people would think,
what-what they'd say.
We're always afraid.
O-Of something.
Someone.
I don't want to be afraid
anymore.
I don't want to be like my dad.
See you guys tomorrow.
ALBIE:
Ant. Where you going?
Ant! Ant!
DOV:
Just let him go.
(dance music playing inside)
(indistinct chatter)
I didn't even know they had
places like this on the island.
- You ready?
- No.
Not at all.
I feel ugly.
Ridiculous. I look bad.
This isn't right.
I-I shouldn't have worn black.
Ma, I should've worn green.
I mean, I'm not ready.
- I don't know if I can do this.
- Relax.
You need to get out.
You need to be
with people like you.
People like me?
Wh-What does that mean?
I don't even know who I am.
Well, it's time
to find out, baby.
MAILMAN:
Hey.
Hey, it's you! You came.
Ma, Ma, how do I look?
Gorgeous.
(footsteps approaching)
Hey, you.
Hey.
Look, I am so glad you're here.
Tonight's gonna be
a great night.
Everybody's psyched up
from that movie.
What'd you think?
- Wasn't it amazing?
- Yeah.
Tonight, I feel like
I can do anything.
Hey, yo, anything!
(laughter)
- Who do you got with you there?
- Oh, uh...
I'm his mother.
And you are?
I'm Rafe, your annoying mailman.
How are you, Ma?
- This is Jocko and Paulie.
- Hey.
We're the Gay Guinea Guidos,
Triple G's!
(Marie and Rafe laughing)
Look, there's not too many of us
here on the island,
but, uh, we're here,
we're real,
and we're sexy as hell.
Now, come on. Join us.
Hey.
You look real good.
Thanks.
You, too.
No turning back now, kiddo.
You can do this.
(door closes)
MARIE:
Have fun.
RAFE:
Don't worry.
We'll take good care of him, Ma.
Come on.
MARIE:
Bye, sweetie.
- (whooshes)
- (projector rattling)
(bulb buzzing)
(projector rattling)
This is it, Ant.
Last round.
Go for it.
Hey!
Are you okay?
Cut the shit.
You poisoned the meatballs,
you son of a bitch bastard.
Calm down, all right?
Calm down.
I don't know what happened.
I-I'm firing half
my-my kitchen staff up there.
Just thank God nothing happened
with you and the kids.
And you're very lucky
about that.
You know, I'd have
much more respect for you
if you just admitted it.
You know, you wanted
a little payback
because I wouldn't save
your sorry ass again.
Okay.
Okay. I did it, all right?
And it felt good.
Good for you.
You embarrassed me.
You got your big moment
in the sun. Know this.
If you and me
didn't have history,
you'd disappear tonight.
Get back to work,
and do your menial fucking job,
old friend.
Hey, Frank.
Frank.
You and I both know why
you're shutting this place down.
You're still pissed off,
all these years...
...she picked me.
I bet she regrets that decision
every single day
of her miserable fucking life.
You're lucky we're not
in high school anymore.
- Oh, yeah?
- You got those mamaluke soldiers upstairs,
'cause I swear to God,
I-I would kick the shit
out of you, Larocca.
(laughing)
Mr. Tough Guy, huh?
- Yeah.
- All right, fine.
Me and you.
Let's go back to high school,
Dedea, huh?
("H Friend" by
Black Devil Disco Club playing)
(music continues, muffled)
(exhales sharply)
What am I doing here?
Look ridiculous.
(crowd cheering, whooping)
(door opens)
- (door closes)
- (laughter)
(excited chatter)
- (music fades)
- (applause)
And now,
the 16th and final candle,
which represents love,
honor and devotion.
SOPHIA:
Thanks, Steve.
My 16th candle will be lit
by my, um...
...by Santo Saggesi.
(applause)
- I need your love
- (applause)
STEVE:
And now, the spotlight dance.
To live my life
I need someone like you
I need your heart
To beat with mine
Someone to see me through
I need you by my side
Forever
With you along
I'm never lonely
Someone to trust
Someone like you
I need your love
Be mine...
He's here.
- (sighs)
- Hey, Ant.
DOV:
Ant.
Look, uh, you were right.
We're... we're assholes, so...
You okay, Ant?
We're sorry.
All right, you...
you ready to go in?
Ready for this? I mean,
that's-that's why we're here.
You were right, Dov.
We're out of our league.
Life ain't a movie.
I should've never came here.
Let's just go home.
We'll take the back exit.
I don't want to see anyone.
Ant.
Are you sure, man,
that you want to go?
I mean, she's right there, bro.
We can do this.
I'm sorry, Ant.
Sure you want to do this,
Vincent?
Uh, you were never
the fighting type.
She picked me, Frank.
Deal with it.
- Fuck you, Vincent.
- She picked me.
Fuck you.
She picked me.
Yeah.
Well, when I get through
with you,
she's gonna realize
she picked a bum.
You just gonna keep talking,
or are you gonna do something?
Yeah, yeah.
What about that, huh?
(grunting and groaning)
(crowd whooping)
("Supernature" by Cerrone
playing)
(jovial chatter)
Supernature
Supernature
Supernature
Supernature
Supernature...
- (Vincent groaning)
- Oh! Huh?
Why you got a big
fucking mouth, huh?
- (grunts)
- How's that?
- Great. Let's go, huh?
- Huh? How's that?
- FRANK: Huh? Huh? Huh?
- (grunting)
Come on, huh? Hey!
(grunting and groaning continue)
FRANK:
Huh? Let's go. Let's go!
Get up. Get up!
(indistinct chatter)
("Kiss Me Again" by Dinosaur
playing)
(excited chatter)
Here I run uptown
As fast as I can
I want you beside me
Yes, that is the plan
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
In the lion's den
I want you...
We're here.
(clattering nearby)
- What's that?
- Huh?
- (clattering)
- (men groaning)
Right here. Right here.
Let's go!
Wait, wait, wait.
FRANK: That's all
you got for me, Vincent?
Come on, get up! (yells)
- (gasping)
- Come on, right here.
(groaning)
Whoa. He's kicking ass.
All of my visions
are real...
Oh, look, it's your mom.
It's your mom.
Ma.
Mom, come here.
Mom, come over here.
Ma, come on.
(chuckles) No.
- Come on, Ma, let's go.
- No. No way.
Come on.
Oh, baby
Oh, yeah
Is this what I want to be...
(grunting and groaning continue)
(both yelling)
You bit my ear! Aah!
You psycho...
- Hey, no kicking!
- (indistinct shouting)
- FRANK: Come on!
- VINCENT: Come on! You come on!
(all laughing)
Hey, is this
what I want to be?
Is this what I want to be?
Hey, hey, hey...
(groaning)
Come on.
(laughter)
(grunting and groaning continue)
What I want to be
Is this the woman
I want to be?
Ooh, yeah
Is this what I want to be?
Tell me, baby, tell me, baby
What I want to be...
Come on!
(both shout)
(both groaning)
Dad.
Are you okay?
(panting)
I'm okay, son.
I got this handled.
Boys, take him home.
Take him home!
(door closes)
DOV:
Holy shit, man.
Your dad's a badass.
Who knew?
ALBIE: I think we should
get out of here, guys.
DOV:
Yeah, you're right.
Hold on, guys. Wait.
Wait for what?
What are you talking about?
In the beginning
There was nothing at all
Not even a blade of grass
The heavens were bare
Clouds of mist
filled the air
Then the miracle of life
Came to pass...
(partygoers murmuring, laughing)
GIRL:
Who are these freaks?
(indistinct chatter)
GIRL:
Have you seen these kids before?
SANTO:
It's not all my fault.
I tried to do my best.
Will you look at me?
Can you please just
talk to me, all right?
You know what?
- No.
- Come on. Come on.
SOPHIA:
Santo. Santo!
SOPHIA:
Don't you dare.
(partygoers gasping)
ALBIE (laughing):
Nice. Nice.
Yeah.
Jews were built to kick ass.
(coughing)
- (door opens)
- GUS: Oh!
Assholes.
DOV:
Oh, shit, guys.
- Goddamn it.
- GUS: Anthony,
Dov and Albie.
You little bastards
are in some deep shit.
- Wait, wait. (groans)
- (grunting)
GUS:
Hey, guys, take 'em outside.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Leave them alone, Gus.
Anthony didn't do it.
He didn't say it.
- (chuckles)
- (partygoers murmuring)
What are you talking about?
It was him.
That's bullshit.
Santo called Rocky a pussy.
- SANTO: Come on, she's lying!
- Shut up, Santo.
All right.
How do you know
he said it, Sophia?
He told me he did it.
He bragged about it.
Saying he blamed it on Anthony.
You hear that?
Santo Saggesi
called Rocky Balboa,
the hero of our generation,
a pussy.
He's the one you're looking for.
Not Anthony.
Let them go.
- Take that punk outside.
- SANTO: No.
No, no, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
It's not worth it.
It's not worth it.
Gus! Gus, you don't
got to do that.
- Bye-bye, Santo.
- Come on, he's lying!
Enjoy your beating,
little bastard.
He's lying, I'm telling you!
- Gus! Gus, hang on!
- Later, pussy.
You're very lucky, kid.
I know.
Why don't youse have a shirt on?
Long story.
GUS: Well, maybe you can
tell me one day.
- ANTHONY: Yeah.
- GUS: Take it easy, kid.
Go get her, man.
Tony.
Happy birthday, Soph.
Thanks.
I love you.
I love you, too.
(chuckling softly)
(both laughing)
You want to dance?
(laughing):
Yeah, I do.
(laughing)
(both panting)
You ready to give up?
(grunts)
(gruff panting)
(high-pitched ringing)
(groans, coughs)
LOUIS:
Enough.
I'm okay, Louis.
I'm okay.
You can lower the gun.
- It's okay.
- VINCENT: No, please.
Get out of here, Mr. Dedea.
Wha...
(Vincent and Frank panting)
Get that gun off me, boy.
Oh, see, that's gonna be
the last time you call me "boy."
I said get out of here.
Wait. Don't.
Don't worry.
I ain't gonna kill him.
I ain't even really
gonna hurt him.
But I am gonna make him
do the dance.
("Native Love (Step by Step)"
by Divine playing)
Apollo, motherfucker.
Apollo Creed.
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
Come on
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
Come on
Dance, ah, feel the heat
Rock your body
to the native beat
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step, come on...
- (gunshots in other room)
- DOV: What the hell is that?
- What was that?
- You hear that?
- (gunshots continue)
- (frantic chatter, screaming)
SOPHIA:
Oh, my God.
Move!
- Are those gunshots?
- We got to get out of here!
(screaming)
(yells)
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- What the hell is going on?
- I don't know.
- Was that outside?
- MAN: Let's go!
- (gasps)
Get out of the way. Move!
Stay safe, Tony.
- (frantic chatter)
- Come on.
- Let's go outside.
- Boys!
Come on. Come, come.
Come on! Come on, move.
This way. This way.
Go, go, go, go!
- Go, go!
- Move!
(laughter)
CHRISTIAN:
Hey, Ma.
What do you think of Rafe's wig?
Who's it remind you of?
(laughs)
Jessica Lange.
- (laughter)
- CHRISTIAN: Exactly.
Okay.
Hey, uh, you mind
if she tries it on?
- Yeah. Sure.
- MARIE: No.
- No, don't take it off.
- RAFE: No, no, no.
Not a problem.
I'd love to see you
as a blonde, Ma.
(laughing):
Oh, no. Okay.
- Oh, shit.
- CHRISTIAN: What?
Your dad. I have to pick up
your dad up at the hall.
Okay, I'll drop youse both off,
and then I'll take the car
and get him.
You know...
we'll drop off Rafe,
and I'm gonna come with you
to get Dad.
- (sirens wailing)
- (quiet chatter)
WOMAN (over police radio):
Shots fired at Dedea Hall.
Perimeter search complete.
No injuries reported.
What happened, Pop?
Don't you have to go
talk to those cops?
Nah.
It's not our problem
anymore, son.
It's Larocca's problem now.
So, uh, they got a car,
and they're gonna
give us a ride.
- That cool, Ant?
- Yeah.
Thanks, guys.
For everything.
No, thank-thank you, man.
Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
- Respect the film.
(indistinct chatter)
You all right, pal?
I'm okay.
I'm sorry, Pop.
(car approaching)
It's your mother.
- You gonna go first?
- Yeah.
- Give me a second, okay?
- Okay.
What... Your face.
- I know. I know.
- Jesus, Vincent.
- What happened? Your face.
- I'm all right. I'm all right.
- Are you okay?
- I'm all right. Everything's okay.
- Look, everything's okay. We're okay.
- Oh, my God.
- Tell her we're okay.
- What happened? - It's all right.
VINCENT:
Everything is okay.
(car door closes)
Why is he dressed like that?
Why is he dressed like that?
Huh?
He just wants to talk to you.
Why is he dressed like that?
Why don't you speak to him?
MARIE:
It's okay.
What is this, Halloween,
Christian?
What the hell are you doing?
MARIE: Hey, not now.
Just leave him alone.
CHRISTIAN:
Listen, I, uh...
I want to talk with you.
All right, yeah, fine.
You want to talk to me?
That's fine, but...
take that off.
You look ridiculous.
I'm not gonna take it off.
I just want to talk to you
for a second.
I don't understand, Ma.
What's Christian doing?
- MARIE: Anthony...
- Shush! Shush, shush.
VINCENT:
All right, I'll listen to you.
Go take the dress off.
The joke's over.
- It's very funny. Ha-ha-ha.
- It's not a joke.
What?
It's really not a joke.
Go take the dress off,
Christian.
You're embarrassing me.
Why don't you just, uh,
hear me out for a second, okay?
Christian, take the dress off.
- MARIE: Listen to your son.
- Shh.
- CHRISTIAN: Listen to me, okay?
- Vincent, please just list...
- VINCENT: Stop. Stop. Stop.
- CHRISTIAN: Listen to me.
I don't want to be
an electrician.
I don't give a shit
what you want to be.
- Go take the dress off.
- I don't want to be
- an electrician, Pa.
- Christian, take it off.
- Take it off! I'm your father.
- Pa, I love you.
- Take it off.
- I know what I want,
- but I don't want that, okay?
- Take it off!
No. I don't know who I am.
I don't know what this is.
- You don't know who you are?
- But you got to give me a shot
- to find out, Pop.
- I'll tell you who you are.
You got to give me a chance
to find out, okay?
'Cause I love you
and I want you to love me.
I want you to respect me
the way I respect you, okay?
What are you? What are you?
Are you telling me you're a fag?
- MARIE: Oh, you shut up, Vincent.
- Are you a fag?
- Please don't say that.
- You're sick. 'Cause I'll help you, son.
- Don't talk to me like that.
- You're my son.
Please don't talk to me
like that, okay?
What are you telling me?
What are you telling me?
- Please don't say that to me.
- What are you telling me?
I need your help, Pa.
I'm your son, okay?
- You're sick.
- You're supposed to love me!
- You're my... - Take it off.
- MARIE: Listen to him.
- Go take it off. - Pop!
- You're not listening.
- Go take it off. Go take it off.
- I'm not taking it...
- Go take the dress off!
- No! Don't touch me, Pop!
- Take it off!
- I ain't taking it off!
MARIE:
Don't touch him! Hey!
- Take it off!
- Hey!
- I said take it off!
- Please! Hands off him!
- Take it off!
- He's not taking it off!
- I'm not taking it off!
- Hey! - Don't touch him!
- Take that shit off!
- MARIE: No.
- He's not taking it off.
- Take it off!
- He's taking it off.
- Get used to it.
- Get used to it?
- He's not tak...
What are you, stunad?
I'm gonna get used to
- my son in a dress? Take it off.
- Yes, you will.
- Yes. Yes. Yes.
- No, I won't.
- Yes. Yes.
- No. Never. No! No!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes!
- No!
- Yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Ever since you got this goddamn
place, everything's "no."
"No" this, "no" that.
"No, I don't have time."
"No, that's stupid."
No more fucking noes.
Your son is gonna be who he is.
Do you understand?
Things are gonna change,
Vincent.
I'm gonna go blonde.
Maybe even red.
And we're gonna do shit.
Dance, smoke weed,
maybe take up
fucking table tennis
or fly-fishing.
Who knows?
But we're going to do it.
And you're gonna say yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes!
Because the man I picked
25 years ago said yes.
Yes.
Always yes.
(sighs)
Vincent.
Okay, Marie.
You're right.
- Okay?
- (sobs)
VINCENT:
You're right.
ANTHONY:
Guys?
I have a crazy idea.
(clicks, whooshes)
(projector rattling)
(music fades)