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