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JON: What do you say, huh? You want it?
Love some pot.
When these cars go by, we go in.
Let's go.
Yeah, a pig. Ha.
One fifty for four boxes.
Christ almighty! This is July.
No, no, no, no, no.
Yo, yo, listen man, this is...
this isn't the type of merchandise that you know,
you can just palm that off and shit like that.
This is high quality, Tommy.
I give you fifty dollars.
No. Fifty dollars each box.
-I give-- I give you forty a box, all right. -No. No.
That's a good deal. That's a good fuckin' deal.
No. No.
No. I love you but I can't do it.
I carried these all the way over here.
You know how much this is worth?
It ain't worth it, a hundred is it, man.
One hundred dollars. That's it.
Yo, I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna give you the deal of the week The deal of the week, man.
JIMMY: Would you just mind your own business for a moment-
Tommy, I don't want it stayin' around this neighborhood, all right,
Listen, man, I know you're looking at 'em.
-A hundred dollars... -I' give you eighty dollars.
I'll go someplace else, fuck it, all right?
-Hey, hey, hey, come on, man-- -All right, all right.
You want 'em or not?
-I' give you a hundred dollars-- -A hundred dollars.
We've been doin' shit for a while. All right?
-Yeah. You chill the fuck out. -Chill the fuck out...
TOMMY: Young blood, what the fuck is the matter with you?
JIMMY: Have the money?
Pay up.
Have the money? Hey, it's a deal.
What a guy, what a guy.
Thank you. Good man. Have a beer.
-Thanks, man. -I love you, Tommy. Good man.
TOMMY: Look at this fuckin' kid stealin' my money.
What kind of shit is this anyway?
-It's good shit, man. -That's the high quality wear.
High quality shit, right?
Rip off, you know?
Better be gettin' half of that.
Half?
You're gettin' thirty-five percent, dude.
-Thirty-five bucks. - What, thirty-five?
That's it.
You oughta be happy with that, man.
I'm trainin' you, I'm- I'm learnin' you.
-You know what? -What?
I missed out on my court date today, you know?
-That was today? -That was today.
How come you didn't show up?
I didn't feel like it.
What they charge you with?
You know, that thing up at, uh, Caldor's.
-That shoplifting thing? -That's right.
You jumped bail for a stupid shoplifting thing?
Yeah.
-That's real smart- -Fuck 'em.
-Johnny. -Oh yeah, fuck 'em.
I mean, what am I gonna do, walk in there? Let 'em fuckin' lock me up?
All right, all right, all right.
Let 'em find me first.
All right, I won't - anything you wanna do, man.
-'Cause I don't need that shit. - Mm-hm.
All right? You know?
Whatever you wanna do, I'm with you, okay?
Just know they're gonna be knockin' on your door and shit, man.
So I won't answer it.
You know? And stay off the streets during the day,
Hey look, you don't have to tell me that shit, all right?
Hey, it was a stupid thing to do in the first place.
I told ya, I ain't walkin in the fuckin' courtroom
so that they could lock me up.
Johnny, they wouldn't have locked you up for somethin' like that.
-Yeah? -No.
Tell ya, I ain't taking no chances, all right?
Aw, please.
Hey! Hey. What's the matter with you?
-Nothing. -What, you don't say nothin'?
What do you want me to say? Hey, Jimmy, how are you?
Hello, good morning, how are you?
Hey, you can't be polite?
Hello, good morning, how are you.
What's the deal with you?
-Did you go? -No.
No. Do you believe this? -I told you--
-He's all right. -Yeah, he's all right.
Excuse me, is this the bus to Riker' a Island,
'cause your ass is goin there.
You're gonna send me some food, right?
Whoa, absolutely.
-Rikers and shit. -Ooh!
JIMMY: Testy little thing. JON: Stupid bitch.
-Hey, baby. -Hi.
-Hey, Denise. How you doin'? - Good, how are you.
-Denisey. -Hi.
How you doin'?
-I'm good, how are you? -Good, babe.
Did you guys do what you had to do this morning?
Yeah, I think so.
I think so, what do you think, Johnny boy?
Yeah, man, we did all right.
-You did all right? -In fact, in fact...
Oooh, nice antique.
We did.
-This good. -Oh, this is great! Gee, this is great!
Hey, why don't you bring me nothing like that?
Cash money, this is great!
No, really, this is great.
Hey, we got any food?
Oh, shit, could you make me a sandwich? You, help him. Go.
CELIA: Oh, tell what you did today, Johnny.
-What I - what, tell her what I did? -DENISE: What'd you do?
-What. -CELIA: Tell her.
What do you wanna know?
I don't know, she says you did something, what'd you do today?
He was supposed to go to court today.
You were supposed to go to court today, and you did not
-No. -You didn't go, you skipped out.
-Yeah. -That's very nice.
You like that?
That's fuckin nice, Johnny, I like that very much.
Good
Now, what was the reason you didn't go to court today?
The reason?
The reason you didn't go to court today, you were
I did not want to go and that is the reason.
You did not want to go and that is the reason.
-That's right. -Very good, that's a good reason.
Good. That's a very good reason.
Good.
So now what happens to you,
you're supposed to go to court and you don't go.
Well, you know, I - I think it's the kind of thing, you know,
where it's handcuffs, and then they put him in the back
Jimmy, check this out.
Yeah, and then they take his urn, you know, his picture...
-Mug shot, they take. -Right, the mug shot,
No, they're nice, they're good pictures. They're very good pictures.
-You girls are funny. -It's not funny, I don't think it's funny.
-It's not very funny, Jon. -Listen, listen I --
all right, but nothin's gonna happen to me, all right?
CELIA: Oh, you know, I don't know, maybe if you're lucky,
you know, I' come visit you once in a while...
bring you something to eat, maybe,
That's lucky.
CELIA: so you don't get raped too much.
Listen, nothin's gonna happen, all right?
Yeah, those are like fuckin' famous last words, you know?
Like what they said when that urn, that spaceship blew up?
What spaceship?
You know, the one that was um--
I know what she's talkin' about.
-The thing, the thing that- -What thing?
-The thing that blew up? -What spaceship?
JIMMY: The Challenger.
Challenger, the shuttle challenger...
fuckin' blew up.
What's - wait, whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on.
You mean the fuckin' thing...
You remember the Challenger, Jon...
-That fuckin' blew up. That thing. -Yes,
Oh, shit, man, why don't you give me some bad luck?
Oh really, you know, give him some bad luck,
jinx the kid, why don't you?
All right, let me tell you somethin', man.
They come knockin' at your door in the middle of the night?
Just don't answer
Good, everybody's a fuckin' comedian in this house-
I swear to God, listen.
They're not gonna come lookin' for me, man,
lookin' for you, maybe. Yeah, I think so.
Lookin' for him, for what?
You know, he thinks that for some reason,
you know, they're just gonna forget about him.
Oh, yeah, that shit happens all the time.
Jon Sousa, oh yeah, that kid deserves a break.
Leave him alone, forget about him.
We changed all the rules for him.
A fuckin' pessimist over here.
I swear to God, I thought you were supposed to be on my side?
I'm not no pessimist, I'm lookin at it from a realistic,
Realistic. You heard that?
She's being realistic.
Yeah. Baby, I just think this is gonna fuck things up for you later.
And you'll be like, "Oh gee, maybe I didn't do
I swear to God, I get nothin', no support from this girl, nothin' Jesus.
Listen, I'm just tellin' you how it is, you don't like it,
Hey, take no prisoners, all right?
I always make the fuckin bail anyway.
-You can't, how can you do that? -You make the bail?
I'll get it, I'll work it out
You'll get it, how? Your family? I don't think so.
-Ask your brother for the money. -Ohhhh.
Yeah, who else you got?
-Me, I ain't got no money. -Oh, shit.
JIMMY: Hey Celie, I'll be - I'll bail him out, all right?
I'll be his fuckin' family.
-Oh, I see. -This is my family, all right?
I mean there's no point in bein' negative, all right?
He did what he had to do, right?
You're bein' negative.
Now we do what we could do to help him out.
And there you have it. Okay?
-Look. I'm your buddy, right? -That's right.
And this is your family right here.
Ahh, see? Be fuckin' supportive.
CELIA: Right, you think I'm not?
No, you're givin' me a bunch of shit right now.
CELIA: Yeah, well somebody's got to make -
like two of yous are fuckin' livin' in a fuckin
Okay, all right, Celie...
I'm serious, I mean - what do you think this is?
No. shut up. Jesus. Fuckin' shut up.
CELIA: I mean, why don't' you get a fuckin' clue, genius.
Get a clue, get a clue - I'll give you a fuckin clue,
Celie, shut the fuck up already.
Shut he fuck up!
It's my house here, cut that shit out.
Celie, shut up! Go ahead.
-Johnny, stop fuckin' throwing stuff.
That's a fucked up thing to do.
It's not your house.
Hey, it's a fucked up world.
It's a fucked up world, all right?
Sit down and relax, already.
Johnny, that was real sweet.
You like it, right?
Yeah, it was really nice.
Ah, you see what I gotta deal with.
-Hey, just do me a favor, all right? -Huh.
Keep the domestic shit in your own house,
keep it the fuck outta mine.
I mean...take her home, you wanted to-
Smack her around, right.
-Thanks, all right. -You're welcome.
So now you got no money, right?
I give all my money to my wife.
That was stupid --
-Fuck you
Get out of the fuckin road, asshole!
Yeah, what's up, dick?
Frankie, what the fuck, man.
-What's happening here? -How you doing?
Well, well, man, where you been?
I've been out of town for a while.
Yeah? Out of town for a while, huh?
Yeah. Worried?
I heard you was down south or something.
I was man, Miami Beach.
-Ohhhhhh, Miami Beach! -Miami Beach!
-That's right, land of sunshine. -Big time.
Yo, is this your ride or what?
My ride?
Yeah.
Yeah? Frankie, let me ask you a question, man.
You are - are you stealin' cars again?
I borrowed this. Jimmy.
Oh, he borrowed it, he borrowed this, I love it.
Borrowed one in Miami, one in Georgia, one in Maryland...
...this makes number four.
Yo. So, how's it going, man?
It's going all right.
Yeah? Yeah, man.
Listen, why don't you guys take a ride with me?
Oh, Frankie, you want me to get in 'that car with you?
Yeah, I want you to get in the car with me.
I don't think so.
Yeah, see, "cause homey don't play that shit.
Oh, homey don't play that, huh.
Get in the fuckin' car... Jimmy.
Where we goin?
For a ride, Jimmy, what's the matter, you don't like the car?
Frankie, I think this is an absolutely beautiful car,
it's you a got a problem with. -Oh, shit.
I'll tell you what, Frank, you get out and we're gonna get in.
Just come on, man, get in the fuckin' car.
No, I don't think so. No.
Ah, Johnny, you know somethin'? I don't know about this.
-Come on, Jimmy. -I'm in the car.
Come on, I - I don't like this. I don't like this.
I'll pick it up myself, let's go.
I don't like this.
Drive? Get it into gear maybe?
Oh, yeah.
I got a mucho number of these, all right
Yeah, I can see that, Frankie.
Take it easy. All right.
Hey, what's the deal, man? You want to sell these?
Yeah, somethin like that, Jimmy.
Somethin like that, huh.
Ahhh, oh boy.
Very nice.
Fucking nice guns.
You don't think I know that?
Where you get these, in Florida?
Yeah, I get as many as I want, no questions asked.
You drive up here in a couple of stolen vehicles?
Hey, fuckin' transportation, all right?
I heard you were fuckin' whacked, man.
How much these go for?
-Four hundred dollars. -Less.
Hundred for some of these.
A hundred dollars?
Up here you sell them for four, five hundred dollars.
Shit. Easy too, I'll bet.
Shit.
You got any idea what the murder rate in this country is?
No I don't, what is it?
Well it's astronomical, that's what it is, man. You know?
I mean, who are you going to sell these to?
Whoever pays me in cash, that's who.
These are nice fuckin' guns.
Oh, okay. You know, I always figured we housed you guys
in these places called correctional facilities...
So that you come back a better person, you know?
Well look at me, brother, my shit's been rehabilitated, all right?
Instead of goin' around sellin' guns door-to-door, Frankie...
Boom! But I like it, you know, it's a good fuckin' system.
It's all about opportunity, brother.
I guess so, man, I guess so.
You know what he got busted for, right?
Playin' with guns, man.
What am I gonna do, man, I don't want these things.
Shit, I'll take one.
You'll take one.
I'll take two.
What are you gonna do, maybe, except shoot yourself in the foot.
Come on.
Shoot you in the head, if you get on that shit.
Johnny, serious, man.
You know people want to buy these things?
Fuck yeah, man.
Yo. I'll sell 'em all, too.
Yo, man, you want a radio?
-Door open? -Yup.
Let's go.
Come on, man.
Hey Tommy, man, got a big fuckin' score for you,
we came to you first.
Fuckin' right I am, now check out this radio.
Ten bucks for this thing.
Ah, ten bucks, that's - that's a lot of cash.
Tommy, what the fuck, man, this is a good fuckin' radio...
you can turn around and make some big fuckin' money on this one.
I'll leave the big scores up to you all day, all right?
Tommy, look at this radio, it's got - it's got Mega Bass.
Mega bass!
It's got left and right volumes.
Things got a tape in here, even.
Look, I give you the tape for free, all right?
How about this?
What - what's that?
It's a lollipop, what you think it is?
I didn't see ... what you got?
Hey, hey, hey, go ahead, show him, all right?
Oh I don't know, I don't know. Want to buy it?
How much you want, man?
How much you wanna pay?
Shit, I'll give you fifty dollars -
Fifty dollars, man, you got another thing coming, D'Artagnan.
Fifty fuckin' dollars.
How much you think it's worth?
Yeah, I know how much I'll get, man, the thing shoots,
All right, seriously.
You know, how much, you know, how much you think we could get for this?
You probably could get two hundred dollars for that.
Oh, is that all?
He's a greasy motherfucker, Tommy, though.
He is.
There's no doubt about it.
I don't trust the guy -
Hey, what the fuck are you doin', man?
What's the matter, I hurt you?
Yeah, I'll fuckin' slap you, Sal
Is that right, you're a bad dude, I know,
No Bones, how you feeling, baby?
-Sal. -All right, what's doin'?
Nothing.
I need a word with your boy here, you mind?
With him?
Yeah. I need to talk to him for a minute. Give us a minute?
-Tell him it's all right. Jimmy, huh? -All right, man, it's cool
Just a couple minutes?
No problem, all right.
Meet you on the corner, all right?
Around the corner, babe. Thank you, No Bones.
Thanks, Johnny.
Hey, easy man, you don't even know your own strength, you know?
Yeah, I'm a strong guy. Been lookin' all over town for you, man.
Yeah, all over town?
Yeah, all over town.
All over town where?
Where? Here, there, everywhere.
Hard guy to find, you know that?
I've been busy, you know?
Oh you've been busy. Yeah. Busy boy.
I'm a mover, I'm a shaker.
I know, you like the shimmy- shammy.
You run around a lot, eh?
A lot, man, I'm telling you.
Yeah? Running where, where you running?
Here, there, everywhere, all right, man, what is up?
What' up? Gee, I'm wondering, you know.
All right. I'm gonna make it happen, okay?
-You got nothin' for me now? -I got nothin' for you now, man.
Nothin' for me now, huh.
Sal, I got absolutely nothin'. But it's comin'.
You dickin' me around?
I'm not dickin' you around.
I'm startin' to feel like you're dickin' me around.
It's got that fuckin' big dick feeling.
See, what you gotta do is just gotta get off my back, my man,
and I'll make it happen, all right?
Yeah, you walk on water too?
-As a matter of fact I do. -Let me see ya.
I tap dance.
That's very fuckin' good.
-Disco duck. -Yeah.
Yeah. Hey, why don't you take that job?
Hey, I got a job, man.
-You got a job? -Yeah, that's right.
Man, I ain't working down the Javits Center,
if that's what you're talking about, filling dumpsters.
That's not good enough for you.
Good enough for you? I don't see you workin' down there.
Hey genius, do I have to?
Hey me neither Sal, what do you know?
-Hey, come on. -Come on what?
-Just don't fuck around, huh. -I'm'not fuckin' around.
Just don't fuck around with me.
I wouldn't fuck around with you.
I love you buddy, I want to have your baby.
You should take that job.
Take the job.
Why not?
-I'll see you later, all right? -All right, my friend.
Meet down at Bobbys?
Yeah, I'll be there around four o'clock. All right.
-Gonna be down there? -Yeah.
What's up, man?
Ah, he wants his money. Fuck him.
Can you believe he wants me to work at the fuckin' Javits Center?
Javits Center, hold on.
You want to take out garbage?
-It' cash money, Jack. -Shit.
-How much you owe him? -Oh, fuck.
More than I got, Johnny.
Is that Pete?
Oh, shit. Holy shit!
Look who's in the front seat, man.
Holy shit.
Hey, what's up?
Got an ape in the back seat.
CELIA: Drivin around.
Oh yeah?
That a problem with you?
All right, man.
No, but what the fuck are you doin'
I'm driving around.
What are you doin'?
I told you already.
Now get the fuck out.
Jon!
Listen, get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.
Hey Johnny. Come here for a minute, will ya?
Leave me alone.
Don't even move.
-Hey, man. -What?
Give me the piece.
Hey, I hope you're comfortable, you know?
I'm always comfortable.
Keep it down, all right.
You're try in' to move into my neighborhood, huh?
Yeah.
So how many you got?
I got different ones.
Can I see 'em?
Of course.
They yours?
-No. -Whose?
Just a friend, Pete, okay?
-I'm gonna hold onto this, okay? -No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no man, they're not mine to give.
Come on, give it back.
Sorry, you know?
You sellin them or not?
Yeah, I'm selling them.
I'm sellin' them to you, hopefully.
So what do you want to do then?
I don't know uh,
Johnny and I can catch up with you later on, okay...
-and smiley here. -All right.
Better be careful of Smiley.
'Cause he'll fuck you up.
So how much?
-I don't think so. -I hope so.
This is nice.
I want one of these sweaters.
I want a, um,
Look at these.
-What's up? -It's too crowded.
Yo, buy me a suitcase.
-We're not gonna buy you anything. -Come on.
-We're gonna steal you something. -Come on.
Need a hat?
Let's go.
Leave it. Leave it. Leave it, come on.
Leave it and come on!
Just shut up, shut the fuck up.
Damn, man.
-You always grab the worst shit. - Who does?
You, man.
Hey man, who says you're gonna be using this anyways.
This stuff's for my wife, okay?
You know, it's not a good quality shampoo.
-It's not? -No.
Man, read the ingredients.
Who says you're an expert on this anyway, huh?
Jimmy, how you think I maintain my natural lustre?
You see this shit is like a, like a dishwasher and soap--
What's happening, how you doing?
Hey, what's up guys?
CELIA: Hey boys, how are you?
Hi Celie.
How you doing?
Are you guys coming in?
You gonna buy me a beer?
All right, buy you a shitty beer. Buy everybody a beer.
That stuff better be there when I get back.
I didn't know about it.
Latest 'fuckin' endeavor, man.
Smart guy over here he knows what he's talkin' about.
Oh yeah. Oh he does.
Hey, what's a matter, Frankie, want to go back to jail or somethin'?
Like your jaws didn't hit the fucking ground...
I'm showin' these guys what: I got, they're like...
Oh shit. Fuckin' right.
They're fucking refresher points over here. I didn't, nah, not me.
It's all that crap negotiating. Jimmy, you know what I mean?
We got a couple of altar boys here.
-Hey, God bless you. -Listen, who's gonna buy me a beer.
I don't know, who's gonna buy him a beer.
Somebody gonna buy him a beer?
-Don't look too good, does it? -No, it doesn't.
Hey, where you living, out of your car?
-What car. - Oooooh.
Fucking why don't you go down to the men's shelter?
Right, fucking YM - WPCA or something like that.
What do you want to do, you want to go in?
-Do you? -Yeah, sure.
So, there's your answer.
Is that what you wanna do?
I don't care.
I just want to hang out, you know, spend some time with you.
Well, that's what we're doing now.
Yeah, but do we have to go in there? You know...
drinkin' beers and stuff.
All right, so we won't go in.
No, it's all right.
Come on, what the fuck?
Well, you know, it's not like we've been spending all
Well you tell me, we're sitting right here. What are we doin'?
I'm just tryin' to talk to you, Jon.
Yo. We're talkin'.
All right.
I mean, what the fuck do you want to take like
Talk about love and life or some such shit?
Oh, brother.
Hello, my boyfriend's mean to me...
Hello. Hello.
Hello.
We're gonna get the fuckin game, get him in the fuckin' car.
He's a good guy.
Sal's the best.
Boom bah boom bah boom -
Boppa-da-boppa-da-boppa-da- boppa-da-boppa, right, right.
Fuckin' old man -
Bing!
So he tells me he's down in Dade county, right?
He's got this fuckin' scam, right?
He deals with these rural out of town, like uh, cash machines, right?
Yeah, so he's down there, his thing is, he jams them up...
and he waits for the fuckin' repair man to come,
and he figures he'll get a good ten,
So he does it, he jams it up,
finally he's waiting hours and hours and hours,
guy - call goes in... the guy comes out,
here comes fuckin' Zeke bombarding onto the scene...
security is there with the repair man,
comes out with a fuckin' shotgun.
Zeke gets nine years, nine years, Jimmy, no fuckin' parole,
Unbelievable. He don't see one fucking thin dime.
ALL: Ireland.
I could hear you from all the way down the street!
Yeah, that's good, man.
How are you?
I'm good, I'd be a lot better if you bought me a whiskey.
Hey baby, all the way around, man.
Hey, tell Johnny. Jon, come on.
Hey, hey, hey. Can you keep it down?
Excuse me?
What?
I'm wondering if you could keep it down?
What's the matter, oh, I'm too loud for you. I understand. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Come on, Frankie, relax
Too fuckin' loud, aaaah!
We're having a party, all right?
Hey, excuse me.
What? What?
-Come on. Come on. -Relax, relax, Frankie.
Come on. Sit down, sit down. Forget about him.
Come on, let's hear another fuckin' story here.
You tell the story.
Come on, Frankie, relax, man.
Enough man. It's a fuckin' party.
Sit the fuck down.
Bobby, I'm sorry.
Now. I want to talk to you, now, in the kitchen.
Now! Now.
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right.
I can't take this shit no more, all right?
I'm a lover, don't do this to me, I'm old.
You are, you are, that's what you fuckin' are, you're old.
Takes too long to heal.
You're too old.
Hey. What the fuck is this? Huh?
I'm in there gettin in trouble, you're out here eating pizza?
Oh, you got in trouble, oh.
What's the matter, the micks get let out of school?
Nah nan, nan, I blame your slippery ass, man.
I'll take the fuckin' blame.
Oh, the fall guy. My man.
I just took a big time dive for you in there.
-Took a dive. -Yeah.
Come on, man.
Yo, man, give me that shit back
Bob's a mean dude.
Get the fuck out.
That's right, so's this guy, man, flyin' in from
in a heartbeat, man.
From where? I didn't see him.
Let me tell you, he was there.
Where? Flyin' invisible man?
He was there, he wasn't invisible, man,
my man was there from the fuckin get go, man, right on.
My boy. My boy Johnny, man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-What's happening? -Hey, Sal, how you doin'
You should have been in there, man.
Johnny No Bones, how you feeling, man?
I'm very good, thank you.
You mind if I give your old lady a little kiss? You don't mind, No Bones?
-How you doin', sweetheart? -How you've been?
Man of the hour.
Nice to see you, Sal, good to see you.
-You just get here? -Yeah, man, pretty much.
-Florida, right? -Yeah.
-Good suntan, eh? -How you doin'?
-All right man, you look good. -Yeah, you too.
See you inside, man.
I heard a lot of shit about you man.
FRANKIE: About who? About me?
A lot of shit about this guy.
FRANKIE: What kind of shit?
Hey, don't you know somebody I know down there?
Who is that?
Tryin' to remember... you know this guy.
-Don't hurt yourself. -Shut up.
Eddie.. Eddie Lumbaski.
-Oh, from the old neighborhood. -Yeah.
I know him.
Yous two got busted together, right?
Not really.
Hey, you share the same cell there?
Yeah, in fact, that guy's the uncle of my sister-in-law.
-Eddie Lumbaski. -Eddie...
He says you ratted him out.
What?
What? What kind of shit is that to say, Sal, huh?
You serious?
I never ratted out on nobody in my whole life, and you know that.
-And so does he. -Oh I know that, do I, eh?
Yeah. Well you should if you don't.
-Maybe I'm mistaken. -Maybe you are.
Maybe somebody's lyin' to me, right?
Maybe they are, Sal.
Could be, happens all the time.
Yeah, man. I know.
-I'll see ya. -I'm gonna buy you a beer.
-Yeah, with my money, right? -Yeah.
-Take care. -Say hello to your sister for me.
What was that about?
Shut up.
Frank, you all right with him?
I got no problems.
Then what's that shit he's talking about?
You gotta ask him, Jimmy.
No, no, Frankie. I'm asking you, man.
Well I don't know nothin' about it, all right?
-Nothin, huh? -No.
No. I know he's outta line right there, that's what I fuckin' know.
That's a serious accusation right there.
Motherfuckin' right it is.
He don't know what the fuck he's talkin' about.
Thumbs broken for shit like that.
Okay, Frankie.
You got a blanket, not that you'll need it...
a clean towel...
and anything you want out of the fridge, help yourself, okay?
And do me a favor, man.
Don't wake me up in the morning, I like to sleep
All right. Jimmy, thanks a lot, man.
Listen, you got cable?
Hey. This is Brooklyn.
Oh. All right.
No cable, huh?
Hey.
Hey, Denise.
Where's Jimmy?
Uh, he's here.
He's takin' a shower or somethin'.
You spendin' the night here?
Yeah. I was hopin' to.
Jimmy didn't say nothin' to you about it?
Nope.
If it's an inconvenience,
I could go.
It's not an inconvenience to me, no.
Thanks.
So, you guys had a little bit of fun tonight, huh?
Just hangin' out, you know.
Big bash you guys had, right?
Not that big, nah.
Heard you was down in Florida for a while.
Yeah.
Yeah, I was down there.
Sounds nice.
Yeah, it was all right.
Nice. You look good.
Thanks, Frankie.
-So what happened to you down there? -What?
What happened to you down in Florida?
What do you mean, what happened?
I don't know, what did you, get thrown in jail?
No. Didn't get thrown in no jail.
I mean, not for no period of time or nothin', if that's what you mean.
I mean the reason you left here in the first place
is they were going to throw you in jail, right?
Nah, it was more like,
I was like I wanted a change of pace, really.
'Cause they were gonna throw you up in Rikers.
Yeah, that's right, Denise.
Got any plans now, Frankie?
Hm?
Got any plans now?
Yeah, I got plans.
Concerning what?
You know, any plans.
Yeah.
Yeah, I got plans.
Think you'll manage to stay out of jail for a while?
Nobody plans on going to jail, Denise.
I don't know, seems like you do.
Right. Things happen sometimes, you know?
Oh, I know, you're one of those people, right,
that things just sort of happen to you, right.
It's not like these things are your fault or anything, right?
I'm just trying to live my life, you know...
Sometimes I do things, and I get in trouble for it.
I'm just trying to do what I like to do, you know, I'm trying to live.
You should try it some time.
I do okay.
Well I see that...
I mean, you got a lotta - lotta nice stuff around here.
This stuff is you.
Ah, it's good - it's good enough for some people.
It's good enough for you.
You're sittin' on it.
You're watchin' it.
You're drinkin' it.
Am I right?
I'm goin to bed, Frankie, I've been workin all night.
Good night, Denise.
-What's up? -Nothing.
-What's up with you? -Nothing.
How was work?
It was work.
-Work was good. -Yeah?
Work was good again, it's always good.
Good. Did you meet our houseguest?
Our houseguest? Yes.
Yes, I met our houseguest.
He'll be gone in the morning, okay.
Yeah, so will our TV .
It's not funny.
You got your wallet in here, right?
Shh.
-Shh what? -Quiet. He's gonna hear.
I don't care if he hears me.
He's startin' fights in my bar, what is this?
Oh, I see, it's your bar now?
It's my bar, yeah.
It's my fuckin' bar when I work there.
So you don't like my friends?
No, you have great friends.
Just don't bring it to the bar with you.
I don't need this.
What should I do, leave them in the car?
Yes, you should leave 'em in the car.
You come inside and leave all your great friends in the car
Should I leave the windows cranked?
Don't crank the windows, why?
-So. -So.
Frankie's watching the TV.
Yeah.
And there's no food in the refrigerator.
So what are you sayin'?
There's nothin' to read.
I can't read anyway.
No?
-What are you saying to me? -Read my lips.
What are you saying?
Come here.
No, Frankie'a gonna hear.
-No. -Yeah.
-You're not gonna make any noise, right? -Oh yeah?
Try not to scream tonight, okay?
You better go put Frankie in the car.
-Put Frankie in the car? -Yeah.
Should I roll down the windows?
I want it right here.
No, no, no, here.
Yo, who brought the opener?
Jimmy, you should cook somethin'.
Yo, you got an opener, man?
Come on.
Gotta open this beer with something.
Hey, don't start throwin' shit, come on.
Someone's gonna get fuckin hurt.
Hey, don't touch her knee, what's the matter with you?
Hey Al, hey big Al, big Al, you motherfuck, baby!
Hey Sal, stand up, I want to take your picture, everybody.
What the fuck you doing, man?
Come on. I want to take your picture, stand up, Sal.
Oh, yeah.
Come on, stand up. This is serious.
Come on, more beer here.
Frankie. Frankie!
Get in the picture, man. Get next to Sal.
He wants to take a picture, take a picture of me and him.
I don't want to be in the fuckin' picture.
Come on, will you guys
You gonna take the picture or what?
Come on, let's go!
Denise baby, come here.
Hey Johnny, Celie, get up in here.
Come on, come on.
Everybody in?
Frankie?
Come on, everybody.
Get in the picture.
What's up with this?
Not with him.
Hell with this fuckin' guy -
All right, ready? Come on, stand up, come on.
Okay, come on, everybody look over here.
Say fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuu! Yeah! Beautiful...
You want a hot dog.
No, I don't - what is that?
It's a hot dog.
You think that's fuckin' funny?
Your ass is goin' to fuckin' jail.
What are you, an idiot?
The last spot of the picnic picture.
It's over now, you want some mustard?
You get a knife? What are you gonna put it on with.
You gotta get a knife.
Terry, you know what?
Oh, fuck, what the fuck - Johnny!
He fuckin' hit her.
Get the fuck back.
Fucking Christ, man.
Why don't you just take her home?
Hey, Johnny, what's the deal with that shit man?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Hittin' her out here in fuckin' public.
Hey Sal, all right, enough.
You want to snack somebody around, smack me around.
Wait a minute, no one is talking to you, Sal, you fuckin piece of shit.
Smack him around.
I don't fuckin' care.
It's all right, tell me what happened, I don't understand.
I don't care, he's fuckin' crazy.
Fuck him, he can do what he wants to fuckin' do.
Well who saw who, I don't understand.
Those guys, whoever, you know, they fuckin' come looking for him,
he doesn't give a shit.
But honey, what does that have to do with you?
Oh, fuck him, man, I don't care. He thinks I fuckin' care.
Celie, listen to me, you turn around, you walk away,
He's gonna fuckin' hit you, you understand?
Well fuck him, man, he thinks he can fuckin' hurt me?
Listen, honey, I watched him, I can't watch this happen every time.
-You walk away, you understand me? - He' going to fuckin' jail.
Yeah, let him, let him go to fuckin' jail,
What do you care if he goes to jail?
Don't let him turn around and hit you
One time, I just want to see you walk away, all right?
I'm not fuckin' - not fuckin waiting for him, no way.
Fuckin' hate him.
Jesus fuckin' Christ, man.
He's gonna get fuckin buried.
FRANKIE: So what's the matter Johnny?
Sittin' back there worried about your girl?
Worryin' about her, what I got to worry about her.
That's a fine woman, man.
Should hold onto that shit.
Yeah, well. We'll see, you know, who knows what's gonna happen.
Yeah, Johnny, you know,
you ought to stop slappin' her around so much,
That's right.
I didn't even open my hand.
What?
Show fuckin' compassionate here.
Don't fucking hit a woman, Johnny.
You guys don't understand.
No, we do understand.
How about if we slapped you around like that, huh?
You gotta stop that shit.
My hand wasn't even closed, all right?
Oh, shut the fuck up.
You know, you shouldn't hit your fuckin' woman, that's for sure.
All right, enough of that, all right?
Just leave him alone.
He don't like the area.
-Oh, he doesn't? -Nan.
Oh, Frankie, didn't you mix and mingle in general population?
-Nope. -No?
The world ain't white no more, my friend.
I am.
He's white.
And proud.
And I'll tell you something, Frankie.
Could be Puerto Rican.
That's what I want. I want a Puerto Rican.
I don't know why, but that's what I - you know.
Hey.
Frankie. This is the man, Ray, Frankie.
-Hey Ray -What say, Frankie, how are you?
Good, how you doin'.
Hey, what you get?
One second, one second,' one second.
Nice, huh?
We've got 45's, 44's, and 357's.
I got automatic 25's, 38's.
and a shitload of pistols.
-He a policeman? -What?
Show him your badge, man, go ahead.
All right, nobody move!
No, I'm not a policeman.
That's all right, I can understand your asking.
Jimmy, what are you doing for dinner, man?
You got more?
Absolutely, I just told you, I got as many as you need.
That one's three fifty.
JIMMY: You can't come. Have dinner at Burger King, all right?
-Can you give me another one? -Absolutely.
Right now?
Sure. You got seven hundred dollars? You want money from me?
Bring me another one.
JIMMY: What'd you do with the money I gave you there?
Bring me another one, I go there -
I make some business, I come back, and then we transact.
How about that?
You gonna make money, I'm gonna make money,
he's gonna make freakin' money, man,
we all gonna make money.
Beautiful, beautiful.
What do you mean, you want me to -
I don't understand you, you want me to...
But you don't want me to front you this product, do you?
Give me another one, give me -
-I mean two guns. -Yeah.
I go - hey, to make the business...
-There's got to be the business. -I understand that.
Every business has a price.
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me -
-Jimmy, what is this? - We can't give you guns, come on.
I don't -- I can't front you anything, you understand that?
You want to make fuckin' money?
Yeah, we all want to make money.
Hey, wait one second, let me un - let me explain
In the future, right, in the futura, all right,
if you've got fuckin' money, then talk to me, all right?
In the meantime, don't fuckin' expect me to front you, all right?
Hey Johnny, chill the fuck out, all right?
What's the matter with you, Ray?
Jimmy, we can't do no fuckin' business here.
Fuck you, Ray.
You stupid spic, I don't come back here no more.
What the fuck was that about, man?
I don't know, Frankie. I don't know, man.
Goddamn, Jimmy, you're bringing me to the fuckin' Alamo here.
Felice Navidad.
Christ Almighty.
I don't know, man, what came over me, Frankie.
I don't know what I was thinking, you know?
All right, don't take it so fuckin' personal,
but you - fucking contacts like this fuck -
You're lucky I didn't fuckin' stab him in the neck.
Oh yeah, yeah, big shot down here could stab.
No let me tell' you something, that's thanks a lot, man.
Johnny boy, here's your crazy fuckin' Johnny boy.
Enough. Enough. Enough!
Okay, I'll uh... here you go. No Bones, I'm in, that's ready.
Here you go Killer.
All right, motherfucker, look out.
-Enjoy yourself. -Oh, shit.
Yo man, this is fuckin' nice!
Children playing with their toys, huh?
That's right, yo, I'm gonna get that gun too.
-Yeah? -That's the one.
-You ain't gonna get nothin', motherfucker. -Why not?
Because you'll put a bullet in your fuckin' brain, that's why.
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, Jimmy, I'm just giving him a thrill.
Frank the bank, come on. Come on, let' s get out of here.
A little taste, Jimmy.
Just that boom.
That fuckin' gun was like boom
He's a believer, Jimmy.
Hello, boom!
Very very good idea, actually.
-Jimmy, come over here, I gotta talk to you. -Oh Jesus.
Yeah, I gotta talk to you.
Can I have a kiss first?
-Love you. -Yeah.
Can I ask you something?
What are all these doin' over here?
What are all what doin' here?
What are all these guns doin' over here?
Oh Jesus.
I don't know.
Maybe - I don't know, how many are there?
How many are there, is that what you just said?
Uh-huh.
Jimmy, I don't know how many there are.
I - I guess they're just here, I guess, I -
They're here, why?
They grow.
I guess they belong to Frank, I don't know.
Oh, you guess they belong to Frank or they belong to Frank?
-They're his. -They're his.
Yeah.
So he just leaves these guns sittin' here while he goes off
wherever the'fuck Frankie goes, right?
Oh, baby, look, I'll - I'll put 'em somewhere.
-No, you know what I was thinkin'? -What?
I was thinkin' that we should have Mr. McGonegal come over
and take a look at these things, right?
You know, he'll tell us more about -em or something, right?
It's not like it's, you know, violating your probation
having these sittin' here in the fuckin' house, right?
I don't know babe.
Why don't we call him on the phone and we'll find out, you know.
We could have him over for dinner -
There you go. Right.
Call him up, you know, I'll give you his number, whatever.
Oh, Jimmy.
All right, look.
I'll put 'em away, all right?
No, it's nice, more guns, that's good, that's very good.
Hey baby, these guns are worth a lot of money.
They're worth a lot of money to who?
I don't know, to uh,
whoever, I don't know.
-What, are you selling these to people? -No.
Jimmy.
That's not what he's doing, right?
-Shut the fuck up, Johnny. -Hey.
He's not selling these things, right?
No, of course that's - of course not.
He better not be, man, there are fuckin' kids walking
All right? okay, I'm gonna put 'em away, all right?
Put 'em somewhere, all right?
Denise, guns don't kill people, all right? People kill people.
-You, Jon, are not very funny, okay? - Yes I am.
-Have you been home yet? -No.
Well, don't you think maybe you should go home and talk to her?
Why, you think so?
Oh, yeah, it's a lot of fun here, man. A laugh riot.
Jimmy, why don't you go throw them under the bed, all right?
'cause nobody's ever gonna think to look underneath the bed.
Oh, baby, those were my thoughts exactly.
You had thoughts, this is good, this is very good.
You fuckin' guys, pair of fuckin' geniuses,
I swear to God I love this.
I really do. Go ahead, keep laughin'.
-Well? -Yeah, what.
-Aren't you gonna go home, you think? - Nan,
No, see Jon, you're not.
You're gonna go the fuck home now.
What do you mean?
Get the fuck out of here, that's what I mean, get out of here.
Johnny, come on, take the fuckin' beer with you, get out of here.
Come on, Johnny.
Let's go please, feet off of there, let's get out of here.
Come on, Johnny.
One more time, what are you trying to say?
Out!
That's what we're trying to say. Get the fuck out!
CELIA: Yeah, I gotta go, he's back home.
JON:
CELIA: Yeah, I'll see you in a few minutes.
Okay. Yeah, I'm gonna be fine.
Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Bye.
Hi.
CELIA: Hi.
What's up?
CELIA: Not too much.
Anybody call?
CELIA: No.
You all right?
CELIA: I'm okay.
JON: You mad at me?
-Yeah. -JON: How come?
Fuck you, Johnny.
JON: I got a little pissed off, I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, that doesn't mean shit to me, all right,
'cause you're the one with the fucked up problem.
JON: I said I was sorry.
Yeah, that doesn't mean anything to me, you know.
Because you always think you can fuckin' hit a person
and that it's all right, like nothin fuckin happens.
JON: Yeah, so what do you want me to do?
I know what I'm doin'.
JON: What are you doin'?
-I'm moving out. -JON:
JON: Aw. Movin' out?
I'm waitin' for Lucy and I'm moving out.
JON: To where?
CELIA: You think I'm fuckin' telling you?
Wait a minute, you're not gonna tell me,
what do you mean, you're not gonna tell me. what -
-CELIA: It's fuckin' over. -What?
CELIA: You fuckin' heard me.
So what, you're just gonna say this, I'm supposed to
I don't really care what you do, you know, I'm just
JON: Aw. So what, you're just going ahead and make this decision?
Yeah, that's exactly what I did, Johnny, I made this decision.
You don't even want to talk about it or nothin'?
No. Not really, no.
JON: All right, go ahead. Fuck you.
-JON: Go ahead, what the fuck? -I'm fuckin' goin'.
Good.
Here, you want your stuff?
JON: What the fuck are you doin? What were you, waitin' for me?
Yeah, I was fuckin waiting for you.
And I'm fuckin going.
Good. I'll tell you what, Ceil.
You didn't have to wait for me.
You could have just left a note, you know?
What did you think she'd do man, you stupid? Huh?
I guess I am.
I think you are, man.
I mean what would you do if somebody
smacked you around all the time?
Oh man, I've been smacked around my whole fuckin' life.
So now what, man, you takin' it the fuck out on her?
What do you know about it?
Hey, I know it was enough to make her bail out, man.
Hey Johnny...
Why don't you just go and say you know,
I'm sorry or some shit, you know, because ...
I'm gonna be hearing about this shit from now until Hoses.
I don't even know where she's going, all right?
Yeah, well this is a major disruption of normal life,
Hey, I'm serious.
I mean you love her?
If you love her, man, why are you smackin' her
JIMMY: You know what you do, you write her a letter.
-A what? -JIMMY: A letter.
Do you know how to write?
Yo, I don't know where she went.
You write her a letter, you say Celie, I'm sorry...
I miss you, I want you,
and I won't slap you anymore.
-Fuck you, all right? -Huh?
She'll come back, they always do.
Hey. How you doin' man?
SAL: How you doin', baby?
All right.
-JIMMY: What's up? -Did you eat, man?
-Not hungry, eh? -JIMMY: Couple - couple of hot dogs.
JIMMY: I already ate, man.
Want a beer or something?
JIMMY: Yeah, I'll take a beer.
Bobby, get Jimmy a beer, all right?
How you doin', Bobby?
All right Jimmy. How you doin'?
All right, man.
Thank you.
SAL: Doin' fuckin' fine.
Salud.
So, my brother.
JIMMY: You look like shit, man.
I'm an old man.
-JIMMY: You get laid? -Fuck you.
What's the deal with this friend of yours?
I don't know, what's the deal?
Well you know I got a problem with him.
I can see that shit, man.
SAL: Got some very serious shit bein' said about him.
Shit like what?
Shit like the stuff he pulled in Florida, and now
Hey, hey, Sal, first of all, all right...
This thing between you and Frankie,
I mean I got nothin' to do with it, man, it's none of my business,
And whatever he's into, he's into on his own.
I got nothing to do with him.
SAL: You got nothing to do with it?
Nope.
Jimmy, look at me.
Look at me.
You got nothin' to do with him.
I'm not involved with the guy.
SAL: Heard it from a lot of people.
Oh, I'm sure you did, but I'm tellin' ya, I'm not -
I got nothin' to do with the guy.
What about the guns he has?
Hey, Sal, you know, don't try to implicate me in this shit.
You selling guns for him?
I'm not selling nothin for him.
SAL: Where are you gettin this money?
Hey, come on, man.
SAL: You makin' money by sellin' guns for him?
Damn it, how many times I got to tell you,
I'm not selling anything for him, Sal.
Nada.
Hey Pete.
It's Jimmy, man.
Let's fucking go, come on.
Ride.
What's up, man?
FRANKIE: Bandit bitch, that I can - JON: Band-Aid.
FRANKIE: Here comes that fake diamond in the back sun roof Saab...
sitting in the lean with the gangster lean...
FRANKIE: Fake faded motherfuckin' four wheel drive,
JON: Who's that, Jimmy with him?
FRANKIE: Yeah.
FRANKIE: Look at fuckin' Jimmy, making his fuckin' hair right.
FRANKIE: He's such a fuckin' funny guy.
But this guy Pistol, man.
I don't know where the fuck he found his ass.
He was a trip growin' up though, man.
He's a Bazooka chewin' non-comic readin' fagot.
Bazooka what? Bazooka.
FRANKIE: Oh, man. Uh-oh, Johnny...
JON: Here they come.
FRANKIE: Back up brother, couple of dubious lookin' motherfuckers.
PETE: What's up chief? FRANKIE: What's happening, Pete?
Good to see ya.
JON: What's up man. JIMMY: Hey guys, doing some drinking, huh?
FRANKIE: How you doin' Jimmy?
JON: How you doin'? What did you do, buy a gun?
PETE: Maybe I will buy a gun, yeah.
JON: Really, what the fuck are you going to do with it,
put it in the glove compartment?
JIMMY: No man, my stomach don't feel good.
PETE: I don't know, yeah, I'm gonna put it in my glove compartment.
JON: That's a good place for it, you know?
PETE: Yeah, I think so. That's where you would keep it, right?
JON: That's where I would, yes.
PETE: So what's the matter.
Chief, not getting along too good with your girl?
JIMMY: No the thing is that maybe he'll take them home.
JON: What?
PETE: Just that I saw you smack her around pretty good today.
FRANKIE: Really? All right, man, give me a couple seconds,
we'll be right over.
JON: Well you know, sometimes you gotta -
PETE: Show 'em who's boss, right? JON: That's right, exactly.
PETE: Dominate.
-Jimmy, like, you're always in a fuckin hurry. JON: Right.
PETE: Where'd you get this guy? JIMMY: Get who, him?
PETE: Yeah, why is he here.
JIMMY: He's a friend of mine, he's my partner.
All right, I'm gonna get away from this fuckin' asshole.
-FRANKIE: Hey, Jo - Johnny - -Hey, what's going on here?
I don't think I'm the asshole.
-Jimmy, what's with this fuckin' guy? -What's going on?
Hey, hey, hey relax, what's going on?
I didn't like that shit at the park, man, 'cause that's bullshit.
FRANKIE: What's goin' on, let fuckin' bygones be bygones, right?
Wait - it's none of your business, Pete. what are you doin?
You got your business to do, go ahead.
All right. come on, buddy, let's go.
No, I don't need that.
Come on, I need you with me, I need you with me.
PETE: All right, you gonna get in the car?
I'm not gonna get in the car with that fuckin' dick.
JIMMY: Hey I PETE: Who's a dick?
Fuckin a - you're the dick, you fuckin' punk.
JIMMY: Come on. come on.
PETE: Non-pussy-getting fuckin' ugly no- the shit outta you.
-JON: What? -Hey, come on, stop this shit now, just stop it.
JON: Go ahead, you got your fuckin' business to do.
JIMMY: Come on. What's goin' on here?
FRANKIE: We can still take care of business, brother.
JIMMY: All right, let's go, come on, we're all gonna leave.
JON: Buy your guns, go ahead, come on.
Hey, stop with the guns in the park, all right?
Why are you hanging around with the guy in the first place, huh?
Because we're gonna do business.
Hey Frankie, don't do business with that fuckin Mucker Ferguson.
PETE: What? FRANKIE: What?
I said Mucker Ferguson. That's you.
Hey, hey, hey, come on, Johnny, just chill
You're holding him back, you're holding him back.
Just chill out, all right?
-FRANKIE: Come on. Come on. -What is he gonna do?
What are you doin', I'll kill you, you fuckin rape victim...
JON: I'll rape you again, you jail fuckin' house.
PETE: Fuckin' bullshit. I'm outta here, I'm outta here.
JON: Listen, spread your legs this time and let me get the jelly.
-Why don't you put him to sleep? -It's okay, it's all right.
What's the matter Pete?
Aw, what does that mean, the deal's over,
awww, you fucking fag.
Shut up, all right? They're drunk, man, I'm sorry.
-All right? -All right. This isn't us.
-He'll talk later, all right? -All right.
And we'll do it together, without them.
-We'll do business, none of this. -All right?
-This is stupid. -All right.
-I love you man, I'll talk to you later.
All right.
Sorry, all right? You and I will do it later.
FRANKIE: Tell you something. You're out of your fuckin toes, dude.
Mucker Fergus ... did you hear this fuckin guy?
Excuse me, all right?
-FRANKIE: Mucker Ferguson... -Shut up.
What?
What the fuck are you so excited about?
What the fuck are you doing?
Who - why do I bring him here, huh?
Hey look, take it easy, all right?
No, why the fuck do I bring him here?
Hey, fuckin take it down a peg, Jimmy.
No, no, no, don't fuck - put your hands down, all right?
Take it fuckin' down a peg, Chief.
And you, why don't you fuckin' grow up already, all right?
JON: Hey!
JIMMY: I don't know why the fuck I hang around with you.
And you know something, Frankie, you know what?
Aw. Aw. what?
-I'll tell ya. -What?
JIMMY: Take your guns, go to the park...
Yeah.
Sell 'em to - sell 'em to the old ladies, man. All right?
FRANKIE: Six for five, six for five type thing?
Yeah, do whatever you're gonna do, because I'm out of it now.
FRANKIE: Six for five type thing, Jimmy? Come -
Come on, Jimmy, man.
No, I'm tired of dealing with you.
Hey, look, why don't you relax,
come back and have a fucking -imbibe with us, you fuck.
Come on, Lankin.
Yeah, drink, have some fun?
JON: Bye Jimmy.
Heyl In all seriousness, in all seriousness,
good riddance, all right?
Good fuckin' riddance, Jimmy.
CELIA: I could do it, though.
MAN: I know you could. Right?
CELIA: All right.
MAN: Go ahead. Oops.
I can't.
You're so bad.
CELIA: I don't want to -
I want to go dancin', yeah.
Jimmy, my baby,
mmmm, I miss you.
PETE: We gotta do one more shot, one more shot.
No, no.
PETE: He'll get you one, we'll get you one. I'm buying.
CELIA: Come on, I'm drinking with these boys, they're my friends.
No, you drink it, okay?
They're great guys, I know, I know.
Come on, we're gonna go home.
CELIA: He's gonna take me in his Jeep, come on Jimmy.
CELIA: He said we'll go dancin' later.
Pete, I'll talk to you about the other thing, okay? Come on.
You know I've been thinkin' about you, you're looking so fine.
Oh yeah.
CELIA: Come - Hey wait, I left my cigarettes and my boys.
I'll buy you a whole new pack of cigarettes, okay.
CELIA: Pete, I'll see you later.
JIMMY: We gonna go dancing here?
CELIA: Yeah? Yeah, dancin' with Pete, come on.
CELIA: You're lookin' so good.
Oh, I missed you, I've been thinking about you.
That's great. Come on, let's get out of here.
Hey, Jimmy, what's up?
JIMMY: Hey, what's up?
JON: Han, what's up? What's this shit?
CELIA: He's taking me home.
JIMMY: I'm taking her home, she's drunk, okay?
JON: Talk to you. CELIA: Fuck you.
JON: Let me talk to you.
Come here, what are you -
Hey, hey, let me just take her home, man, relax.
JON: I'll take care of her.
Just let me do this, okay?
She's my fuckin' girl, what are you doing?
-No. -Don't be stupid, all right?
I'm doing this for her, she's drunk,
I'm doing it for you too, okay?
So just shut the fuck up,
settle the fuck down, I'll be right the fuck back.
All right, chill out
JIMMY: Get in the car. Relax, man.
Celie. Celie?
We here? Wake up, baby.
Is this it?
We're here.
CELIA: This is it?
This is it. Is this it?
Yeah?
Okay.
Listen, feel better, all right?
Good night.
Oh shit.
BOY 1: We got lucky here. How you doin'?
BOY 2: Brain surgeon. How are you? Phi Betta Kappa, right?
JON: Fuck you.
BOY 1: Remember me? FRANKIE: No, I don't remember you.
BOY 2: You don't remember me? FRANKIE: No.
BOY 1: You don't know us? FRANKIE: No, I don't.
Oh, I know this guy, wait a minute.
Aren't you the guy -
you suck dick in bathrooms, don't you?
FRANKIE: Oh, that's who the fuck he is he's the -
JON: Hey, hey, hey, hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?
What are you, fuckin' stupid?
Relax, I'll relax you, you motherfucker!
JON: Shit. Motherfuckers,
I swear to God,
JIMMY: What the fuck are you doing, huh? FRANKIE: Jimmy, man.
JIMMY: What the fuck are you doing?
He pulls a gun at fuckin' people,
that's the stupidest fuckin' thing you've ever done.
FRANKIE: Hey look, man, relax. Jimmy, relax.
JIMMY: Get the fuck away from me, Frank.
Take this fuckin'-
Take this 'fuckin'- get the fuck outta my face!
FRANKIE: Let me tell you - you don't even know why
JON: Find my girl? I hope you did.
Right now. Don't even start with this shit right now, motherfucker.
Yeah? You like my motherfuckin' girl? Motherfucker,
Frankie, Frankie, get the fuck outta my face. I'm telling you!
JIMMY: Get the fuck outta my face. Get the fuck outta my face.
FRANKIE: You wanna fuckin' fight me? For what? For what?
It's fuckin' over, Frankie. That's fuckin' it.
FRANKIE: Goodbye, motherfucker,
you don't even know what the fuck is goin' on, Jimmy.
-It's fuckin' over by what, you're my bitch? -MAN: That's right.
He's out of his fuckin' head, man.
He's out of touch, man, he's out of touch.
MAN: Hey, I saw it, man. FRANKIE: Opened up, man.
POLICE RADIO VOICE: Previous assignment, 123-0.
736.
119 to headquarters.
COP 1: Oh, oh, lucky thirteen, a ...
John Sousa, Sosa, IB.
COP 2: Not that shit.
John Sousa.
Hello?
COP 2: John Sousa. John Sousa.
COP 2: Mr. Sousa?
Hello?
COP 2: John Sousa?
DEMISE: Hey, what's up, Johnny?
What's up, man.
You know, they come to my house.
-Who did? JON: Who the fuck you think?
-Police? -JON: Yeah...
The fuckin police.
-DEMISE: Jimmy. -Shit.
All right. So what happened?
JON: Man, they come to my fuckin house.
Yaah, were they police, or were they -
JON: They weren't no fuckin' boy scouts.
Yeah, how do you know, Johnny?
Jesus Christ, Jimmy, it's eight o'clock in the morning,
who the fuck do you think it was?
Jesus Christ, that's what time it is now?
JON: Wrong fuckin' shoes.
I'm wonderin' like,
maybe they got my name from that thing last night.
Oh, really.
Yeah, well maybe you oughta thought of that before
you yanked it out, huh?
Shit. Shit, man.
Hey. I'll go pick your shit up, all right?
Fuck, man, you could do that for ma?
'Cause I really need my shit, you could do that for me?
-I said I'll go. -JON: When are you gonna go.
-I'll go. -JON: You gonna go now?
I'll go I Just relax, okay?
Relax, relax, you can fuckin' relax,
you're not the one they're lookin' for, man.
JIMMY: Hey, asshole, I told you this shit would happen.
Yeah, you're a smart guy. You know, you're really smart.
But it's a little too late for that now, you fuck.
Johnny, what - what are you gonna do now?
What am I gonna do?
Jimmy, what am I gonna do, huh?
You got any fuckin' ideas, Jimmy?
Hey, don't look at me, buddy, I'm goin back to bed.
Later.
Hey, I need my sleep, buddy, okay?
JON: Happy fuckin' dreams.
Thank you.
Johnny, just relax, all right?
JON: Relax, relax...
...that's what everybody's tellin' me, fuckin' relax,
You come bargin' in here,
we're supposed to drop everything for you?
Yes, you are, what the fuck.
Shit.
Fuckin' relax.
TERRY: You want to go to your aunts?
Yeah, it would be fun, my cousins are all around there.
We can have a barbecue.
If I - if I pick up my shoes,
then we can like go over there, and visit with uh...
Okay. Yeah. My cousin loves you.
...Tony and all the others and hang out?
-Cause I haven't done that in so long, I miss -
Celia. Celia, listen, I need to talk to you, all right?
All right, Johnny, we'll talk later.
CELIA: Come back in the house, okay?
No, no, no, I need to talk to you right now.
Johnny, she wants to talk to you later, all right.
-Let's be cool, okay? - Please, Celia, come on.
Johnny, please, we talked already, okay?
Look, get out of the way, all right. Please get out of the way?
No, I don't want to get out of the way.
Don't make me push you, get out of the way.
Come on, Celia, let me talk to you.
Don't make a scene, Jon, all right?
Just let me talk to you, I'm not touchin' you, just move, come on.
CELIA: Listen, John, come on, cut it out. TERRY: Now stop. I'm serious.
No. No. You get in the house. Get in the house.
Listen, you want some too, you want somethin'?
Celia, get in the house with me.
Johnny! Johnny, watch that fuckin' hand.
I'm talkin' to you, watch your fuckin' hands.
Johnny, come on. Whoa, relax, okay?
Enough. Come on -
JIMMY: Come on, come, on. Come on, man.
DENISE: Johnny! Johnny, relax, man.
Stop it! Stop it! Enough.
COP 1: Break it up! Police officers.
Hand behind your back.
All right, where are you taking him? Shut up, shut up!
JIMMI: Where are you taking him? JON: Ow,
Yes.
All right.
JIMMI: Right...
Okay, well then transfer me over, okay?
JIMMI: All right...
JIMMI: Yes. Is uh...
He was booked about two hours ago, his name is John Sousa.
Sousa. s-o-u-s-A...
CELIA: Tell him - tell him where they picked him up.
They're not gonna know. They have so many cases.
Right! - look, I ...
I need to know if his bail's been set, okay?
Uh-huh, well they told me to talk to you...
I need to know the bail amount.
Right, okay.
-JIMMI: Fuckin' people. -What?
Put me on hold.
JIMMI: Don't worry, all right?
Yes...
Okay...
Twelve hundred dollars.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
JIMMI: What was he charged with?
Uh. Okay, thank you.
I haven't got that.
BOTH: He go to Brooklyn!
SAL: Oh, man. Talk to you later. All right, man.
Tommy.
-What's up man? -SAL: How you doin
JIMMI: Did you hear about Johnny?
Yeah, yeah. bad.
Yeah.
Hey, come on man.
I know you're not asking me to bail his sorry ass out of jail.
Ah, I'm trying to get some money together for the bail,
you know what I mean?
SAL: You want my opinion, keep his ass off the fuckin' streets.
JIMMI: Come on, the guys a friend of mine, Sal.
You think I don't see him beatin' up his girlfriend in public
in front of everybody, eh?
You know, people are expectin' me, expectin' me to beat his ass.
JIMMI: I know.
You know, and then he pulls a gun out in front of Bobby's place.
Jimmy, what the fuck do I do at Bobby's place?
I know.
-What the fuck do I do at Bobby's place? -I know.
What the fuck do I do at Bobby's place, Jimmy?
I know.
What the fuck do I do there?
-I need this fuckin' shit from you? -No.
Point is, all right, is that you know he's a friend of mine,
I gotta help him out.
I'd do the same thing for you.
It's your problem, man. You got a problem.
SAL: I guess it is, huh?
Yeah, I guess so.
Thanks.
SAL: Jimmy.
Don't spend money you ain't got, all right?
Fuck...
Okay, where the fuck...
-DEMISE: Hey, what's up? -Hey.
JIMMI: How you doin'?
I got to run out, really quick.
-You gotta go out? -I gotta go see Sal. All right?
-All right. -Okay? I'll be right back, babe.
-See ya later. -Okay? Give me a kiss.
All right. Tommy.
I got two 9's...
One 357,
Two, 38's and a Raven, okay?
Six guns, two bills apiece...
-Twelve hundred dollars. -Yeah.
You want it?
TOMMY: What's up all of a sudden.
-Hey Tommy, you want it or not, man. -I think I do.
JIMMI: You got money for me right now, money for me now?
Now?
-Tommy, I need the shit right now.
-Now is, you know what I mean? -All right, you know what?
You don't want it, I'll take it some other fuckin place,
I got a lot of people I can deal with, all right?
Yes or no.
CELIA: He could just go and get him out?
-I can't believe it. -JIMMI: Oh, let's go.
CELIA: We just - we'll go there now, he's there.
JIMMI: Da-da-da-da, da-da.
Jimmy, do you got enough gas in this thing?
JIMMI: We'll just go there and give him the money and do it.
I love you, Jimmy, I love you.
That's great, I love you too.
-I can't believe you got the money. -Key...
CELIA: Oh my God, I want a cigarette, I'm so nervous.
You want a cigarette, huh?
DENISE: : You have any on you, gimme.
-When did you start smoking, huh? -Today.
JIMMI: Do I have cigarettes, no.
DENISE: This is all I got. JIMMI: We'll get some.
I'm a little bored, now.
JIMMI: Bored.
JIMMI: CELIA: Johnny!
What's up, yo!
JIMMI: You motherfucker, you! How you doing, huh?
CELIA: Are you okay? DENISE: Look at you.
Look at you.
You look pretty good for a guy that's been
hanging out in a free cell, all right?
CELIA: I missed you. JON: Oh, yeah.
JIMMI: How long were you in jail, you know, a day, a day, a day.
-Hey listen. How'd you get the money? -He got it.
-You don't want to know that... -Got it, right?
They been feeding you over there or what?
-You don't want to know that? -Good food?
Denise!
CELIA: Hey, Denise.
JIMMI: Baby, baby, baby, baby, what a girl.
I'll give you a long neck. Here, take a fuckin' beer.
JIMMI: Denise, come here, sit on my lap.
DENISE: Have a beer. You have a beer.
Come here, come here, come here, I love you. I love you babe.
DENISE: Hold on, let me get a cigarette, hold on.
-Who loves ya, baby? -I don't know, do you love me, Jimmy?
-JIMMI: Telly Savalas.
DENISE: Who the fuck is that?
JON: What's with you guys, aren't you guys happy I'm here?
Yeah, we're happy you're here, we're happy you're home.
We're very happy you're here. Drink your beer.
CELIA: But we know how traumatized you are after your experience.
-JIMMI: Yeah. Are you still anal retentive? -I missed you so -
Anal retentive.
CELIA: He's anal acceptive.
DENISE: Anal expressive. JIMMI: He likes it.
JIMMI: You have somethin'?
DENISE: Johnny, lighten up, man.
JIMMI: Oh, do you have something to tell Celie about?
I love you. I love you, I'm happy you're back.
DENISE: Why - why aren't you laughin' Johnny?
JIMMI: We love you, babe. DENISE: This is very funny.
Funny.
CELIA: I'm moved, look at me, I'm moved to tears .
-She is, look at her face. -JON: So what?
She fuckin missed you so much, you should have seen her.
She's been in jail.
I didn't even know who she was, I'm like oh my God.
JIMMI: Yeah, she and Pete, she and Pete were real upset, I'll tell ya.
DENISE: Jimmy, cut -
JON: That's fucked up. Don't even laugh, don't even -
DENISE: He's a fuckin' troublemaker, Johnny, he's a troublemaker.
We're just givin' you shit because we love you.
JON: Yeah. You love me. DENISE: Johnny, please.
I gotta get the fuck outta here.
CELIA: I love you for your money, baby.
DENISE: No, Jon, don't leave yet. Don't -
I gotta go home. Come on, come on, relax.
Don't leave yet.
DENISE: Sit around, I got a whole fuckin' case of beer inside.
JIMMI: Shit, do you have to say fuck words?
I didn't - I'm just doin' like you do.
You got some other adjectives, maybe, huh?
I just do like you do. I do whatever you do.
Give me a break. Fuck this and fuck that, you know?
Come on, you're my wife, you're classy, you're wonderful, I love you.
I go where he goes. I do what he does.
CELIA: The Bobbsey twins over here.
-DENISE: I dyed his hair, did you know that? -You guys never shut up.
You gonna give me a ride home, I need to go home.
I could tell them, right?
-CELIA: Ooh, you're a fairy. -I gotta go home.
-JIMMI: Ooh. You gotta go home? -Yeah.
-JIMMI: Hey... Where? Where's your home. -My home.
CELIA: His home is where his house is,
Oh, shit.
It goes over man.
We're gonna have a major problem' with this one.
-With who? -Who. Who do you think?
Frank?
I'll work it out with him, man, he'll get his money.
Shit's gonna hit the fan, dude.
Hey, listen, he'll get his fuckin money, all right?
I'm gonna get something together.
-Oh, you are? -Yeah.
-You're gonna get something together? Open this.
Uh-huh. How you gonna do that?
Enlighten me here. Please. Like a real estate thing, you know.
-It was already open. -It was?
Yeah.
There, now it is.
Oh, right. Thank you.
What the fuck.
Hey, Charlie.
Okay, everything's all right.
TERRY: Maria. DENISE: Maria?
DENISE: Her name used to be Laurie. CELIA: She's a little girl.
Wait a minute. You talkin about that little girl?
TERRY: Wait a minute. This girl, she's like ten years old. Yeah.
DENISE: She works down at that Korean place now.
She doesn't have a-- Her sister had a kid.
DENISE: I don't know if it's her kid - FRANKIE: How you doin' girls?
TERRY: How you doin', Frankie? -How you doin', how you feel, Terry.
I'm all right. Last time I saw her she had a skirt
DENISE: Holy shit.
I can't believe that little baby, she's too little for a kid.
DENISE: She can't fuckin' have a kid, she's like eleven years old.
FRANKIE: Check it out, Ceil. I hear you, baby. I hear you.
DENISE: Same thing, same fuckin' thing, he's coining
DENISE: This kid is hardly walkin' and he's - FRANKIE:
FRANKIE: Excuse me, Denise, is the door open?
-Is my door open? -Yeah. Is it open?
My door open? You're pushing my door open, Frankie.
-Why do you want to know? -I want to get something outta there.
Well then tell me that, I'll let you into my house.
Okay. Excuse me, Denise, I want to get somethin' outta there.
Can I get in the house?
It's Gloria's kid. It's gotta be Gloria's kid.
TERRY: I gotta go home.
CELIA: I'm gonna call you later, we're gonna go out later,
I'll see you later.
CELIA: Denise, can we get somethin' to eat?
No, we gotta order something out, I don't have
-CELIA: All right, 'cause I'm starvin', man. -I know, I am too.
I don't know why, I 'don't know how come.
You know what I'm thinkin'. It was that one Laurie.
Laurie that used to work there.
That other girl, right? Because the other one,
she's like - she's like ten or somethin .
What's this?
No, she's fifteen, the other one's fifteen years old.
All right, because the other one's like nine or ten.
I seen her coming down the street, I thought it was her.
-Yeah. -I thought it was the same one.
CELIA: Yeah. You know, uh -
FRANKIE: There's stuff missing out of my bag here.
Terry looks good, right?
There's stuff missing outta my bag.
DENISE: Terry looks great. CELIA: She looks amazing.
DENISE: I don't know anything about it, Frankie.
-No? -Uh-uh.
And I was telling her, I told her the same thing.
I told her too. I can't do it.
Even if you did, even if you did like strawberry.
I ca - the bottom of this is still like -
From three years ago, it was still like crispy.
Yeah but she no - she could do it for you, it would work.
-Wh - where's Jimmy? -Jimmy went out.
Yeah, where'd he go?
Where did he go? I don't know, I have no idea, Frankie.
CELIA: Right about there.
-Oh, you don't know where he is. -I don't know
CELIA: Bring out your eyes, you have pretty eyes, you know?
She told me she would do it, I know.
I'd love to see it, you know, off your face, too.
You know, there's - there's some very important stuff
missing outta my bag here.
-What, your guns, Frankie? -Yeah, my guns.
I don't know nothin about your guns.
I could give a shit about your stupid guns sitting here in my apartment.
Your guns. You leave your guns in people's houses?
You could give a shit, huh. Yeah?
You know I got 'em but you don't know anything about it, huh?
I know they were here, yeah, I don't know where they are now.
-Yeah, who took 'em? -Who took 'em, I have no idea, Frankie.
-You got no idea. -I have no idea, how would I know.
CELIA: Frankie.
How would you know, this is your house, right?
You don't know nothin about what comes and goes
outta your own fuckin' house, Denise?
Frankie, you comin' in here to find these things, right?
Listen, don't - don't use foul language in her house.
Look no one's talkin' to you, all right, Celia? So mind your business.
And nobody's talking to you, Frankie.
Listen, I'm sorry, don't raise your voice. This is my friend's house.
Frankie, why don't you wait outside?
-Listen, Frankie, no. -No, I'm waitin' right here. All right?
-No, no, no. Don't be threatenin' people. -Where the fuck is Jimmy?
Don't go screaming at me. You want -
Hey, listen. What do you want?
You want a slap like your little fuckin' boyfriend gives
-Frankie, that's outta line. Don't go - -You're fuckin'
I can't trust nothin' in this fuckin' house?
I don't know nothin' about -
Because this shit is important to me.
Hey, listen to me you stupid fuckin' bitch.
Get the fuck outta here, Frankiel Get outta here I
Come here. come here. Let me see.
Motherfucker. He's goin' right back to fuckin' Rikers.
Come here, sit down, sit down. Let me see.
Oh Jeez, son of a bitch.
CELIA: Fuckin pussy fagot.
DENISE: You're all right. Oh God, stay here, hold on.
So Tommy,
Jimmy gave you that price you was lookin' for after all, huh?
Hey, he came to me with the deal, man, I gotta do what I
I can understand that,-man, that's business, right?
Yeah, it's business.
Motherfucker! This is fuckin' business too!
-What's happening, fellas. -Man, what's goin' on, babe?
I'll tell you what's - Bobby, can I get a beer, please?
What's the matter man? I'll tell you what's up.
Things are getting hot as hell around here,
that's what the fuck is up.
What are you, all right man?
Let me ask you guys one question, when the shit hits
do I get some back or not?
That's good. That goes back your way too, you hear me?
-You see Jimmy Lankin? -MAN: Jimmy, I don't know.
-You didn't see him all day? -MAN: You want him?
Yeah, I'm lookin' for him. No, no, no, no it's all right,
I'm just saying, if shit picks up...
You guys are hangin'. You guys hangin here for a while.
-MAN: We're here with you. -Bobby, get these guys a round?
Thank you, brother.
I don't like your mom, okay?
No, you did, I told her you liked her meat loaf.
What?
She made fuckin' forty pounds of meat loaf for you, Jimmy.
Why did your mother marry your father?
So don't... say nothin' mean, she totally loves you.
Why did your father marry your mother?
-JIMMI: Hey! -What's so funny?
Nothing.
Listen, I don't want you to worry about anything, all right?
JIMMI: I'm gonna take care of it.
JIMMI: I'll take of it, right?
So go chill out.
DENISE: She's all right, Johnny, she's all right.
-I know. -I'm all right.
-So you're gonna take care of it. -Yeah.
I think I'm gonna take care of this.
No, I think it's best I do it.
Okay, lemme handle it, all right?
-Let you handle it. -I'm a little bit more diplomatic.
-You're more diplomatic. -Yeah.
-What does that mean? -Just what I said.
No, I'm gonna take care of this, all right.
You -
No, you're gonna go in the next room and gonna chill out for
Do what?
You're gonna go in the next room,
you're gonna chill out for a little while, all right?
DENISE: Johnny just relax. JIMMY: Can you hear?
I'm fine, I'm relaxed, I'm totally relaxed.
I'm gonna do what?
-Go watch television, read a book-- -Fine. Fine. Fine.
Read a fuckin magazine, have a beer, but don't fuckin bother me,
go in there and just chill out.
I'm chill. Right here, I'm chill.
Good. I'm happy for ya. I'll take care of it, all right?
Nah. We'll see - no, no, you know? You're right.
I'm right?
Yeah, what was I thinkin'? I don't know.
I don't know either.
-Hey, what's up? -MAN: Hey!
MAN: Hey, Johnny, how you doin' man?
-How are you doin'? -Good, how you doin'?
FRANKIE: I heard they locked your ass in the can, brother.
Nah, they tried to. Fuck 'em.
-seen Jimmy? -Nah. I ain't seen Jimmy.
You know, he was supposed to come and pick me up, the fucking guy.
-You ain't seen him, huh. -Nah, I ain't seen him
since like...I don't know, this morning or some shit.
Yo Frank, I can get a hit of that?
Thanks a lot, man.
Yo, that shit tastes good, man.
-Oh man. -Oh shit.
What are you, a fuckin asshole?
Yeah.
Fuck off, that fuckin' kid just cold cocked mel
-All right, all right. -You want to fuckin' stink me, Johnny?
You want to stink me ,Johnny?
-You little fucker... -Calm down.
Calm down.
All right. All right. All right. All right, all right, shit.
I don't want anymore of this bullshit. You guys are gonna get me
in all kinds of trouble. I don't know what the hell's
all of the time you gotta fight, what's with you?
When are you gonna grow up?
-Bobby I -Do you realize
what's gonna happen to me if anything goes down here with the cops?
You have any idea? I lose my license.
What do you have to do this to me for?
What happened, man? oh.
-That's not too bad. -Jimmy.
Look, you're supposed to be a friend of his.
-I am his friend. -Talk to him, will ya?
I can't have this crap with this fighting every night.
Hey, Bobby, all right, come on, man.
Look you're gonna put me out of business.
enough is enough, I told you about it before. All right?
I'm telling you for the last time.
One more time, you're out of here. All right, Bobby, let me see
-if he's okay, all right? -Okay, you see if he's okay,
but I'm telling you. The last time now.
-I know. All right. -one more time,
-All right, Bobby. -You're out of here. That's it.
-Let me just check him out, all right, please? -Understand me?
-Are you hurt or what? -Nah, I'm all right.
I'm gonna kill this guy.
Ah, shut up man.
-Please shut up. -I'm telling you, man,
I'm telling you.
-Come on, let's go. -Nah, I'm gonna stay here,
and I'm gonna have a drink.
-Johnny let's go, come on. -No. what the fuck, we runnin'?
Hey shithead, let's just get the fuck out of here, all right?
Fuck you.
-You know something? -What.
-You need to watch your step. -Oh yeah?
Listen, I'll take care of myself, okay?
I don't need anybody tellin' me how to run my fuckin' life.
Hey, man, you know, don't fuckin' talk to me like that, okay?
You know, who's the guy that got me involved
with him in the first place?
-Huh? -What the fuck are you talking here?
Yeah, yeah, it was you, man. It was you.
You were all over the fuckin' guy, said fuckin' do this,
-do that, fuck you! -Hey, shut the fuck up.
I'm tellin' you, I'm telling you, right now, fuckin' Johnny!
-Shut the fuck up! -Let go of me, man!
-Let go of me, man. -Shut up!
You need to settle the fuck down, Johnny!
-Settle the fuck down! -Yeah, I'm settled, the fuck...
-Let fuckin' go! -All right, settle down!
-Let fuckin' go of me! -You gonna hit me?
-Let go of me. Let go of me. -You gonna hit me?
-Let go of me. Let go of me, motherfucker! -You gonna hit me? Huh?
-Let go of me! -You gonna hit me?
All right, all right.
Long as you let go.
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
Yeah, well, we'll see.
Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to.
What is it? What is it with you?
What?
I mean like...
How come you're always telling everyone what to do?
-Yeah, who do I tell what to do? -Everybody.
-Everybody? -Yeah, everybody.
No, I tell you what to do.
Yeah, it's like .. .
Who are you, you're the guy who like tells, control,
-fuckin' fixes everybody? -I fix you.
-You fix me? -Yeah.
Well, you think I need, I need someone to fix me?
-Oh, absolutely, yeah. -Oh, you do.
I don't need you to fix my fuckin life.
I told you that then, I'm tellin you now...
I don't need you to fix my fuckin' life, all right?
-All right, fine man. -Is that fine?
I tell you what, why don't you go your way and I'll go my way, huh?
-Good, motherfucker. -How about that, all right,
'cause I'm tired of fuckin' cleaning up after you.
Good, you think I give a shit anyway?
-Go ahead. -Who is it?
-Who, what? -Come in.
Jimmy, somebody said that they, uh,
...and uh, he has a gun on him.
-No fuckin' problem here. -I know there's no problem,
-I'm just gonna go in there and talk to him. -There's no problem.
-Nah, do it tomorrow. -We're not gonna do nothin'
tomorrow, all right? We're gonna do it motherfucking now.
-We're gonna, we're gonna go down there. -Would you relax?
Everything is relaxed. Let me tell you something.
-Did he fuckin' sneak you? -No. No.
That's right, he didn't sneak you,
he didn't fuckin' cold cock you, and I'm gonna fuckin' -
-Beat the shit out of him, man. -Fuckin' do nothing.
-Listen, let the situation relax. -Let me tell you
Everything's fuckin'relaxed.
Jimmy. Jimmy, hold it, Jimmy. Jimmy, hold it, come here,
-I want to talk to you, Jon. -Jimmy, I just want to go see this guy.
-I just wanna go see him. -Come on.
Jon, just come here a second.
Not a joking thing, okay?
All right, all right, all right, I'm gonna go later.
I don't know, where you gonna go?
-Hey Johnny, come here, will ya? -Johnny!
I'm goin' in and fuckin' talking to him.
Johnny!
Oh, here he is... ...here's the fuckin' boy wonder ...
...you're not so bad now,
Where's your fuckin' bottle nowl
Let me go, Jimmy, come on, come on. Let me go!
-Hey Frankie! -Come on, young blood.
You think you're fuckin' slick, right?
-You fuckin killer! -Yeah, you're fuckin' bad.
-Come here, Johnny. -Yeah, yeah, you're fuckin' bad now!
-Motherfucker -Johnny! Johnny!
DENISE: Oh, my God, somebody get help!
CELIA: Oh, my God, he's breathing!
MAN: They shot him, man.
Somebody get help!
Oh, my God!
JIMMY: You want to get back for a minute, all right?
Can everybody give him some room, please, okay?
Just a little room, get up.
Just go home, okay?
-Shit! Oh, fuck, man.
Celia, it's okay, it's okay.
-Jimmy, I'm gonna go out of here. -Get the fuck back!
Get fuckin' back!
Jesus, fuck!
Hey, Sal! Sal!
Frankie!
Fuck!
Fuck! Go home!
I'm gonna tell you one last fucking time! Go the fuck home!
Go home!
Get the fuck out of here!
What? What? What? Go home!
Shit!