Cruise (2018) - full transcript

Set in the 1980s, a young Italian-American from the "wrong side of the tracks" falls for a Jewish girl from Long Island.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Man 1 on radio: New York's
hottest summer ever.

No sweat.

"H-H-Hot 103."

The all-new "Hot 103."

Broadway Bill Lee,
professional practitioner...

Chris: Yo, Gio!

Man 1: Here in representation
of New York's...

- What time you thinkin'?
Gio: 8:00, 8:30.

8,, 8:30!

Man 1: Get out of the yard and
onto the boulevard to cruise!

[Debbie Deb singing
"Look Out Weekend]]

♪ Jumping music slick DJs ♪

♪ Fog machines and laser rays ♪

♪ Look out weekend
'cause here I come ♪

♪ Because weekends were made
for fun ♪

♪ Jumping music slick DJs ♪

♪ Fog machines and laser rays ♪

♪ Look out weekend
'cause here I come ♪

♪ Because weekends were made
for fun fun ♪

♪ I work hard every day ♪

♪ It's all work and no play ♪

♪ With the boss on my back ♪

♪ He don't give me any slack ♪

♪ I sit down ♪

- Yo.
- Yo.

Come on, let's do this.

♪ Look out weekend
'cause here I come ♪

♪ Because weekends were made
for fun fun fun ♪

They're scopin'.

She's goin' for the Pizzarama

♪ By the time Wednesday comes ♪

♪ I feel the beat
and I wanna have fun fun ♪

Gio: Let's get it.

- I got driver.
- I call passenger.

Fuck that. Gio takes driver,
I take passenger.

How come I always get the loser
in the back?

'Cause you're the loser
in the back.

♪ Made for fun ♪


♪ Look out weekend
'cause here I come ♪

Man 1 on radio: "Hot 103,"
who's ready to party

with me on the other end
of the line here?

Nancy: Nancy Gonzalez.

- Nancy, where you calling from?
Nancy: Jersey City.

Man 1: You're ready
to see Lisa Lisa at Palladium?

Nancy: Yeah!
Man 1: Yeah!

Nancy: I'm working right now.

I just won some tickets
to Palladium.

Man 1: Where do you work?
Nancy: Yeah.

Nancy: I work
in an Exxon station.

Man 1: Really?
Nancy: Yeah.

Man 1: Man, we're pumpin' up
to buy you...

Headin' up.

Kick some ass.

Nancy on radio: "Hot 103."

[laughs] Thank you.

♪ I feel the beat ♪

Go, Gio! Whoo!

♪ Sweet dreams ♪

Boy 1: Yo, Gio! You gonna
smoke 'em tonight or what?

- Kick ass!
- Every night, man.

- How you guys doin'?
- Wanna see my boy T?

- Yeah, where's he at?
- Come on, he's over here.

- Alright.
- Yo, T!

Woman 1: Hey, Gio.
Woman 2: Hey.

Gio: Hey, ladies. How you doin'?

- What's up, bro?
- What you got tonight?

Terry: Kid from Brooklyn.

Z28 with a 350,
4.10 gears.

- Nothin' you can't handle.
- You got it.

- Alright, bro.
- Good.

- Good luck.
- Got it.

Fuckin' smoke 'em tonight, okay?

Fuckin' smoke 'em.

[engine revving]

[crowd cheering]

[instrumental music]


[tires screeching]

[crowd cheering]


Whoo! Fuck, yeah!

- Yo!
- Yeah, baby!

- You're the man!
- You're the fucking man, Gio!

- Congrats.
- Thanks, Ange.

♪ You look in my eyes ♪

♪ And I get emotional inside ♪

♪ I know it's crazy but you
still can touch my heart ♪

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah. Why?

It's been like 15 minutes.


Do you want me to keep going?

Um, sure.

♪ I still believe ♪

♪ Someday you and me ♪


So, uh, what are you doin' now?

Probably grab some food.

- North Shore?
- Sorry.

Full booth tonight.

♪ I feel the chill ♪

♪ Don't let me freeze ♪

♪ Make that heat and passion ♪

Yeah, bullshit, it's full!

Chris: No, I'm not seeing

I hate cops and I hate robots.

Guys, I know
I sound like a broken record,

but "Princess Bride"
is like the best thing

I've seen in, like, five years.

You don't wanna
tell people that.

I saw it with my father
last weekend.

I've been thinkin'
about it nonstop.

- That makes it even worse.
- It was so good...

That I saw it last week
with my father?

Chris: I fuckin' doubt it.
- Hey, Didi.

Didi! The usual.


I'll have the same.

- What was that?
- What?

The menu.

Oh, I was just wondering
what else they have.

After three years
of comin' here?

maybe there's something else.

Better than a double
cheeseburger deluxe,

side of disco fries and a Coke?

Not better, just...


Cubbies comin' to town
this week.

Gio: Yeah?
Chris: Mm-hm.

Gonna be a lot of nice cars.
Benzis, Beemers.

- We should do a run.
- Definitely.

Let me come.

Again, Ant?

- Why not?
- Oh, you know why.

- You-- you'd fuck it up.
- You don't know that.

What we do, you gotta be cool
under pressure.

It takes a certain amount
of cool and you--

You-- you ain't exactly
Steve McQueen.

No, Yeah, you're not Bullet.

Anthony: Okay, I have--
I have other skills though.

- I've-- I've--
- Like what?

Well, I'm small.
I can fit through windows

better than you guys can.

Fuckin' beefy gorilla type.

- Yeah, well, ladies like it.
- Ladies like it.

A certain kind of lady.
Not a very smart lady.

Are you saying
we don't get smart chicks?

I'm saying there's a correlation

between the kind of hot girls
you get

and the kind of dumb girls
you get.

Wow, correlation,
That's a big word.

Thank you.
I've been-- I've been studying.

My brother's got a thesaurus.

- Jesus.
- He does.

Man 2 on radio: El Sid,
turning up the heat.

He has now struck out six

in four and two-thirds innings
and the first two hit...

[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music]

[crowd cheering]

Chris: [laughs] Whoo!

What's up, Vic?

Lenny, watch the counter.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Let's see what you got.


Not bad.

Not bad.

Mr. Fortunato: Where you go?
- Out.

[speaking in Italian]
Time to eat.

I'm gonna get a slice
with the boys.

Tsk, tsk.
No, you eat with the famiglia.




All you do is go out
with those idiots.

It's Friday night.
Of course, I'm gonna go out.

Ogni sera, Friday night.
Every night.

Every night is Friday night.
You go out every night.

You gotta think of future, Gio.

Come on, Pa.
The future speech again?

- Ando--
- Look at your brother.

He go to the college,
he go to the school.

Use of the brain. Come on.

Gio, your brother,
he study the business, right?

- He got nice girl.
- I got a girl.

- I got lots of girls.
- Gio, a nice girl.

Ah, some of them are real nice.

Well, what kind of girl
you think you gonna find

on the street, on the boulevard?

A puttana.

Huh? You think I meet
you mother on the street?

- Come on.
- I'll see you guys later.

- Ando vai, G?
- Where you go?

- Out.
- Finish your meal!

I will get a slice.

[speaking in Italian]

[Johnny O singing
"Fantasy Girl"]


They're scopin'.

She's goin' for Pizzarama!

No U-ie?

Cupcake's playin' hard to get.

♪ And what I witnessed
from your heart ♪

♪ 'Cause I knew baby girl
it was ready to start ♪

♪ A fantasy
that was all so true ♪

♪ The way I felt ♪



That's a nice piece of braciole.

♪ You were made for me ♪

♪ Oh oh you're my fantasy girl ♪


♪ You're my fantasy girl ♪

♪ I need you tonight ♪

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

♪ You're my fantasy girl ♪

[horn honking]
Oh, shit.

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ The way you look
the way you smile ♪

♪ You made me feel... ♪

[siren wailing]

- Oh, fuck.
- Uh-oh.

Good evening, Officer Brant.

What did we talk about
the other night, Gio?

The catalytic converter.

Oh, uh, it's attached.

I can hear your exhaust
from Flushing.

You think
I cut off my converter?

Oh, come on.

Officer Brant: Attach it.

Seventy fuckin' five?

- Jesus.
- What? What? Dollars?

Yeah... [sighs]

No, drachmas, you fuckin' goon.

- Dude, what the fuck?
- What is wrong with you?

You don't have to yell at me.

I'm gettin' a cone.

Look, I don't care what you say,
Cookie Puss is not a cat.

Dude, why would they call him
Puss if he wasn't a cat?

He's a space alien.
Do you not see the commercial?

Anthony: He's a space alien
from the...

- He's a cat from outer space.
- Yeah.


What are you doing?


That is one lucky cone.

- What's your name?
- Francesca.

Francesca what?

- Russo.
- Francesca Russo.

just to give you a heads up,

in about a year, it's gonna be
Francesca Fortunato.

- Is that so?
- Just thought you should know.

In case, you-- you order
new checks and whatnot.

That's very considerate of you.

I'm a very considerate guy.

Where are you from, Francesca?

- Brooklyn.
- Brooklyn? Nice.

- Where exact?
- Bay Ridge.

Bay Ridge.
You got the Verrazzano,

we got the Whitestone,
mini version.

Do you come here often?

Ah, you know...

How's it I've never seen you?

- Lot of people.
- Nah. I'd have noticed you.

- Gio.
- Fortunato.

- Hmm, smart girl.
- So when's the wedding?

You and me?
As soon as possible.


- Where are you going?
- Dress shopping.

Can I get your number?


[scoffs] Well, how about
I give you my beeper?

I'm good. I'll, uh...

I'll see you at the chapel.

Hey, you seriously
don't want my beeper?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Go get her, Romeo!

[upbeat music]

What do you want?

What do you think he wants?
He wants to fuck you!

Is she right?

You wanna fuck me?

I mean...



- You're not actually...
- Okay.


Okay, let's fuck.

♪ I'm dreamin' ♪

[both moaning]

Do I get your number now?

Gio: That's my beeper.

Are you hungry?

Me and my boys
are gonna hit the diner.

You're welcome to come.

Anthony: She said no?

You invited her to the diner
and she said no.

Maybe she's playing hard to get.

Who plays hard to get
after you fuck them?

Guys. Every guy on Earth.

It makes no sense. She liked me.

Did she come?

- Of course, she came.
- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- I don't know, cuz.

Doesn't sound like
cabriolet got properly dicked.

Fuck off.


Get that Carbone bastone.
Know what I'm sayin'?

[pager buzzing] Huh?

[Gio exhales]

I'm guessing that wasn't...


[phone ringing]

Automated message: We're sorry,
you have reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have reached
this recording in error,

please check the number
and try your call again.

There's no fucking way.

Yeah. It's impossible.

That's like, that's like
two plus two equals five.

Are you gonna eat your pizza?

Chris: Ah, it happens, cuz.

Not to Gio Fortunato.

- Maybe she wrote it down wrong.
- Her own number?

Oh, hell, yes.

- Uh, Porsches are tough.
- Not for Chris Carbone.

You remember that 944,
at the temple?

Just pull the fuck over!


Fucking idiot. Hurry up.


Come on.

Jesus Christ.

[dramatic music]

You're spotted.

Let's go.


[car alarm wailing]

What the fuck you doin'?

God-fucking-damn it!

[sighs] Fucking idiot.

Fucking asshole!
Get in the fuckin' car!

Chris: Ooh!
- Are you fuckin' crazy?

Gio: Jesus Christ!
Chris: I got it though.

- Fucking Nakamichi.
- Oh, shit!

- That's what I'm talking about!
- Whoo! Yeah!

- Fuck, yeah!
- Whoa, yeah!

Three hundo, easy, cuz.

Our video vic's gonna cream
his fuckin' sweatpants.

- What the fuck?
- What are you doing?


[indistinct chatter]

- Francesca.
- I saw them last summer--

- Francesca!
- Francesca?

Oh, my God, is that him?

Your Italian stallion?


I'm not really Francesca.

My name's Jessica.

Jessica Weinberg.

Francesca's my bad-girl alias.



Oh, my God.

- What the fuck was that?
- Cabriolet.

That's cabriolet?

Chris: Fuckin' JAP
was playing dress-up.

Thought it'd be fun to play
guidette for a night.

Take a little walk
on the wild side.


- [speaks in foreign language]
- Grazie, mama.

- [speaks in foreign language]
- Grazie.

[pager buzzing]

Mrs. Fortunato: And Manny.


Manny: Thanks, mom. It's good.

[Information Society
singing "Running"]

♪ Hot steamy night alone
I wait for you ♪

♪ Cold brittle morning alone
and I cry for you ♪

[pager buzzing]

[phone rings]

Jessica on phone: Hello?

Yeah, I got a call
from this number.


Gio: This is?
Jessica: Uh, Jessica.


What do you want?

Jessica: I just wanted to call
and say I'm sorry.

I, I didn't think
I would ever see you again.

Surprise, surprise.

You must think
I'm such an asshole.

Gio: Ah, nah.

Jessica: Jappy little
suburban girl,

having her little adventure
in Queens.

Well, yeah. Pretty much.


Well, I actually had
a really good time.

Um, it was the most fun
I've had all summer.

It's so boring in Great Neck,
you can't imagine.

Why do you live there?

Oh, I'm just home
for the summer.

- Yeah?
Jessica: I'm in college.

- I go to Brown.
Gio: Oh, Brown.

Okay. Um, w-- where's that at?

Jessica: Rhode Island.

I should have stayed
in Providence this summer.

- What the hell was I thinking?
Gio: I don't know.

Maybe you were thinking
you'd meet a real cool guy.

So tell me something,
Jessica Weinberg.


Gio: Why are you calling me?

I told you. To apologize.

Gio: Nah, that can't be it.
- What do you mean?

- You want something more.
- Like?

- You wanna see me again.
- Oh.

Jessica: Do I?
- You do.

Gio: Told ya.
- I didn't say anything.

Gio: Oh, yes, you did.
You said it all.

Oh, my God.

Gio: Look, you're obviously
curious about the scene.

- The scene?
- The scene.

The boulevard, Franny Lew.

Why don't you come back?
I'll give you a grand tour.

- Show you the routine.
- There's a routine?

Gio: Of course,
there's a routine.

- When?
Gio: Tonight.

- You're going tonight?
- I go every night.

Gio: We can't use my car

- What's up?
- It's all booked out.



Are you fucking
kidding me, man?

- We talked. It's all good.
- You're joking.

- She's cool.
- She's a fucking bitch.

Chris: That kosher pussy's
gone to your fuckin' brain!

♪ Hit the beat now ♪

♪ Lost in emotion ♪

First thing you do,

take a little lap
around the bully.

- The bully?
- That's the boulevard.

- Franny Lew.
- Ah.

Do a once-and-back,
scope out the scene.

- What are we looking for?
- Just seein' who's out.

Oh, that's the Carvel Crew.

Sergio Tacchini guidos,
Bon Jovi chicks.

- Who's that?
- Roid Boyz. Juiceheads.

Oh, those are the Fry Guys.

Because of, like, McDonald's

They're all fried.


- Those are the Nicks.
- Basketball?


Ah, Whitestone Lanes
is the Glow-In-The Dark Girls.

Hot guidettes with the neon.

That'd be your spot.

- You think so?
- Oh, definitely.

I could definitely see
you as a Glow-In-The-Dark.


- We should probably head up.
- Head up where?

[indistinct chatter]

[engine sputtering]



- They're impressed.
- They should be.

It's a 3.8 liter
sequential fuel injection turbo.

That sounds... fast.

It's the fuckin'
Millennium Falcon.

Which would make you Solo.

Look at you
with the "Star Wars."

- What, 'cause I'm a girl?
- Hm, yeah.

- Ow!
- Sexist.

So can it make the jump?

- The jump?
- To hyperspace.

Why don't you find out
for yourself?

[engine revving]

[crowd cheering]

[deep breathing]

Relax. You're in good hands.




[instrumental music]



[breathing heavily]

You okay?


Fuck, yes.

- You hungry?
- Starved.

Jessica: Thank you.

- Hi.
Woman 3: Hi.

Be nice or I'll kick your ass.

- The usual.
- Same.

Oh, um, I'll have a Mykonos
salad with grilled chicken.

- Hold the onions, please.
- And to drink?

Uh, Diet Coke.

- How's the French dip?
Didi: Very good.

I'll do that. And a Sprite.


So, Jessica...

how's your salad?

It's delicious.
Would you like a bite?

No, thank you.

So I hear
you're from Great Neck.

- I am.
- That's cool.

Not really.
It's pretty much the opposite.

Man 3 on TV: Let's go
to the videotape.

Oh, shit.

Man 3: [clears throat]
Excuse me.

Thompson, third,
dumps in line...

Anthony: Oh, shit.
Gio: Fuck, yeah.

- Lenny!
- Awesome.

- You like baseball?
- I do.

- Alright. Good girl.
- Yankees all the way.

- What the fuck? Yankees?
- Oh! Oh!

- Get the fuck out of here!
- Yankees suck.

- Don Mattingly, baby.
Chris: Oh!

Bunch of fuckin' scrubs.

Ooh. Dan Pasqua.
Bobby Meacham.

Well, at least they're not
a bunch of cokeheads.

- Excuse me?
- What'd you just say?

Gooden, Hernandez. Strawberry--

- Whoa!
Anthony: Mookie Wilson.

You're telling me
Mookie does blow?

- Mookie's clean, man.
- Fine. One guy.

Don Mattingly,
he fucking sucks off donkeys.

I don't think he does.

Now Gary Carter
on the other hand--

- Whoa, whoa.
- What?

Chris: I mean she was hot,
but not enough to get me

to sit through
fuckin' "Dirty Dancing."

Fuckin' Heather Locklear
couldn't get me

to sit through that shit.

I saw it
and I actually liked it.

Says the person
with the vagina.

- What's the damage?
- Uh, nine, ten each.

- But you got the French dip.
- Alright.


[Chris exhales]

- Gold card.
Jessica: Yeah, from my dad.

He wants me
to start building credit.

- Uh, I got you.
- You sure?



- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

- He's so cute.
- Who? Anthony?

- Yeah.
- He gets all the ladies.

- Yeah? I like his car.
- Yeah.

Yeah, he's got-- it says
Greek God on the license plate.

'Cause he's a Greek God.

Chris: Yo.

- What's up?
- Come here.

- What do you want?
- Come here.

Be right back.


What the fuck?

Check it.

No stealing at the diner.
Strict rule.

EX-550 on a plate.

- I got...
- It will take two seconds.

I don't want her to...

See what you do?



Let's go.

- Must be some kind of release.
- Dude, hurry the fuck up.

Okay, scoot over. Jesus Christ.

Get it.

Son of a bitch.

- Ah.
- Minchia.

Gotcha, bitch.

Jessica: Gio, I left
my lip gloss in the diner...

What are you doing?

- We were just, uh...
- Stealing a radio.

What? It's what we do.

We steal car radios.

I'm sorry.
You never should have seen that.

My dad got his radio stolen.

I wonder if you took it.

Is that what you were doing
in Great Neck?

Look, Jess, uh...

So how does it work?

- How does what work?
- Stealing radios.

You're asking me how it works?

For our next date.

Show me.

You got your Becker,
your Alpine, your Blaupunkt.

Those are the Big Three, okay?

BMWs come factory
with Blaupunkt.

So if you see a Beemer, there's
gonna be a Blaupunkt inside.

Same with Mercedes
and the Becker.

So those are the two
you look for?

Not necessarily.
I mean, they're worth a lot,

but they're kind of a pain
in the ass.

You gotta rip 'em out,
wires and all.

Benzis, you just grab and go.

- The pull-outs.
- Yeah. Exactly.

Don't people normally
take those with them?

Nine times out of ten,
they're under the seat.

So Benzi's the way to go.

But you don't know
what you're gonna get.

Bust into a Saab
with a hole in the dash,

there could be a Kenwood
under the driver's seat

or it could be some
piece-of-shit Delco.

Fuckin' radio roulette.

Do nice cars
ever have shit radios?

Oh, all the time.
And the reverse.

You could see
some piece of shit Gremlin

with a Nakamichi in it.

Nakamichi, that's good?

That's the magic
purple unicorn.

This is wild.

So, like, how do you break in?

Metal bar.
Slips right in the door.

- You don't smash the window?
- That's for amateurs.

- What if an alarm goes off?
- You run.

- Have you ever been caught?
- Never.

- Would you go to jail?
- Not for long.

Oh, my God.

Alright. Let's do it.

[audience cheering]


You see a No Radio sign,
you know what that means?


[dramatic music]

Wait, give it to me.

You said you were gonna show me
how it's done.

- Show you.
- I wanna do it.

- Are you serious?
- Give me the fuckin' bar.


Feel it. Listen.

Hook it.


It's okay.

- I'm your lookout.
- Right.

It's not here. There's nothing.

Check under the passenger seat.

- They must have taken it.
- Pop the trunk.

- How?
- Left, by the brights.

Gio: Okay.

[Jessica gasps]

- Panasonic 410.
- Is that good?

- It's a nice deck.
- So now what?

You take it.

[instrumental music]

- Hurry!
- Aah!

Oh! I'll get it!
Go, go, go!

[both moaning]

[Gio moans]

I'm so happy I met you.

My summer was sucking majorly
until you came along.


Happy I could help.

Let's go to the city.


We'll hit the Village.

Oh, sure.

- Do you go much?
- To the city?

You know...

- Do you?
- As much as humanly possible.

Chris: Whoo!

Look at you!

Where you goin'?

I'm catchin' a train.

[Pretty Poison singing
"Catch Me I'm Falling"]

♪ Are you ready boy? ♪

♪ You you you you
came into my life ♪

♪ The look in your eyes
took me by surprise ♪

♪ It's you and nobody else ♪

♪ Your love has made me so blind
I can't see ♪

♪ I am descending ♪

♪ From heaven above ♪

♪ So catch me I'm falling baby ♪

♪ Hold on to my love ♪

♪ Ah catch me I'm falling ♪

♪ Catch me now I'm falling ♪

♪ Catch me I'm falling ♪

[music on stereo]

You know, I never heard of
a single fuckin' one of these.


[hip hop music]

Around here's my first choice.

I'm sure my parents
would rather get me a studio

on the Upper East, but no way.

We'll probably end up
compromising on Gramercy.

I'm sure they'll insist
on a building with a doorman.

They want me to find
an investment property

we can buy
with my bat mitzvah money.

I figure
I'll start with a gallery job,

unpaid for a year or two,
but who cares, you know?

Be an assistant, work in SoHo.

Castelli, Mary Boone.

That's how you get in the door.


Make connections, build a rep.

I'm gonna open my own gallery
one day

and discover the next Basquiat.

- Who?
- Jean-Michel Basquiat.

Oh, we are covering it
all today.

Uh, What is he, French?

He's Haitian.
He's from Brooklyn.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. He was a graffiti kid.

Dropped out of high school.

That sounds familiar.

[chuckles] Hey,
maybe you're in training

to be the next great artist.

Hm, except I can't paint
for shit.

Not that that stopped him.

Picasso said it took him four
years to paint like Raphael,

but a lifetime
to paint like a child.

Hm. All I know is, this guy
needs some fuckin' lessons.

[chuckles] Yeah, well,

tell that to the guy who just
paid $50,000 for one.

Fifty grand?

So what do you wanna do?

Uh, I don't know.
Maybe go grab some dinner?

No. With your life.

My life?

Yeah, you can't be
a radio thief forever.

Ah, I don't know.

I haven't really thought
about it.

How is that possible?

I'm just kind of livin',
you know.

Okay. Well, if you could do
anything you wanted...

- I can't.
- Sure, you can.

- Says who?
- Says me. You're so smart.

[Gio chuckles]

What's so funny?

I've just...

I been called a lot of things.

Well, you're totally smart.
You just haven't been exposed.

Exposed to what?

To the world.
Fucking New York.


You really think I'm smart?


[New Order singing
"Bizarre Love Triangle"]

♪ Every time I think of you ♪

♪ I feel shot right through
with a bolt of blue ♪

♪ It's no problem of mine ♪

[phone ringing]

Jessica: Did you listen?
- Just put it on.

What do you think?

It's cool.

It's like freestyle.

Only totally different.

- Where are they from?
Jessica: England.


I like it.

Jessica: Look at you.
A New Order fan.

♪ Every time I see you falling ♪

♪ I get down on my knees
and pray ♪

♪ I'm waiting
for that final moment ♪

♪ You say the words
that I can't say ♪

[instrumental music]

Announcer: We're now approaching
Flushing-Main Street.

This is a Port Washington
bound train.

We are now approaching
Flushing-Main Street.

[sighs] This is my stop.

Chris: Have fun tonight?

So, where'd you two
lovebirds go?

- The city.
- The city.


- Nothin'.
- What are you gettin' at?

[inhales] Nothing.
Just catching up.

- Ain't seen you in a while.
- What are you, my wife?


Sounds like you already got
one of those.

Fuck off.

I'm just lookin' out
for you is all.

Oh, is-- is that
what you're doin'?

This chick,
she don't take you serious.

- You don't know.
- Thinks she's better than us.

- No, she doesn't.
I saw her at the diner.

Throwing around her fucking
gold card like she's the shit.

- She was paying.
- She doesn't carry cash?

You're a fuckin' idiot.

You actually think
she's serious about you?

You think
she's... keeping you around

when she goes back to her
fancy-ass college in the fall?

You're a summer toy.
Her guido bad boy.

Nothin' else.

[dramatic music]

Nicolas Cage on screen: We are
here to ruin ourselves

and, and to break our hearts

and love the wrong people

and, and die.

I mean, the-- the story books
are bullshit!

Now I want you
to come upstairs with me

and-- and get in my bed!


Ah, that was fuckin' awesome.

[inhales] Ah,
"I'm in love with you."

- Oh.
- "Snap out of it!"

[upbeat music]

What are you in the mood for?


I got just the place.

Gio: You are gonna
love this joint.

Best Italian in the whole city.

Man 4 on radio: Here come
the Cover Girls.

We'll also be hearing
from First Circle,

"Fascinated" from Company B,
new music from Cameo.

Anything else? I wanna know!

Is this your...

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, ma.
Got room for two more?

This is Jessica.


You're not gonna believe.




Buon appetito. Buon appetito.

- Salut.
- Salut.


Jessica, where you and Gio meet?

Mm, um, actually,
we met at Carvel.

- Mm, on the bully.
- Mm.

- You from a Whitestone?
- Great Neck.

- Great Neck.
- Mm-hmm.

Your last name,
what's your last name?

- Mm, Weinberg.
- Weinberg.

She's Jewish.


She look Italian.

- The nose.
- Nose, yeah.

Actually, I get that a lot.

When I was in Rome last summer,
everyone thought I was a local.

- You were in Rome?
Jessica: Mm, family vacation.

I love Italy. It's where
I got interested in art.

- You artist?
- Mm, no.

Uh, I'm studying in school,
Art History.

- Yeah, she goes to Brown.
- Brown? [speaks in Italian]

Uh, it's a really good school
in Rhode Island.

- Ivy League.
- [speaks in Italian]

Lou: It's, like, the best
schools in the country.

Harvard, Yale, all those.

- Oh, [speaks in Italian]
Gio: Mm.

Smart, too, huh? Right?

- Mm.
- I like her, Gio. Bene.

Mr. Fortunato: G, salut.
- Grazie.

[Mrs. Fortunato
speaks in Italian]


Gio: My mom's a pisser.

She is.

She liked you.

I could tell.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, I'm fine.

Coming up.

Mm. That one. On the right.


Nice pad.

Give me a little tour?

Some other time.


You sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

Let's hit the bully.

[Stevie B singing
"Spring Love"]

Come on!

- Glass Joe.
- Right.

- Von Kaiser, Piston Honda.
- Yes, yes.

- Don Flamenco, King Hippo.
- Right.

- Great Tiger, Bald Bull.
- Right.

- Piston Honda rematch--
- No, no!

Soda Popinski,
Bald Bull rematch--

Anthony: Oh, my God,
forgot the Don Flamenco rematch.

Chris: There's no rematch.
- Yeah, there is, full circle.

- No, you only fight him once.
- Oh, my God, you remember the--

- There is no rematch!
- There's the--

There is no rematch!

[engines revving]

[crowd cheering]

[tires screeching]

♪ I took you in
and wiped all your tears away ♪

♪ I gave you loving
more than any other gave ♪

♪ Don't you know I'm the one
and I love you girl? ♪

♪ I don't care what they say
you know you are my world ♪

♪ Come back home to the one
who loves you more and more ♪

[phone rings]

Jessica: Hey, what's up?
It's Jessica.

You know what to do. [beeps]

Yo, Jess. What's up?

Um, just, uh,
calling to check in.

Got, uh, got
kind of a weird vibe there

at the end of the night.

Hope everything's cool.

Uh, anyway, uh, give me a call,
alright. Later.

♪ Come back to me ♪

♪ I gotta have you baby ♪

♪ I can remember the first time
we ever met ♪

♪ The sun was shining
love was gleaming in the air ♪

♪ You caught my eye
and the next thing that I knew ♪

♪ I was in love
I was so in love with you ♪

[phone ringing]


Jessica: Hey, what's up?
It's Jessica.

You know what to do. [beeps]

Yo, Jess, what's up?

[sighs] I was just callin'
to see what you were up to.

I was wondering if maybe
you wanted to catch a movie.

- Uh, anyway--
- Hi.

Jessica, hey.

Sorry, I was in the other room.


Ah, where you been?

I haven't talked to you
for a few days.

I was wondering if maybe
you wanted to watch a movie.

Jessica: Uh, when?
- Uh, tonight?

Jessica: Oh, tonight...
Uh, tonight's no good.

Oh. What about-- what about
tomorrow then?

Jessica: Um...

- No good either?
Jessica: Yeah, I know.

I'm just kind of nuts
getting ready.

- For what?
- School.

I'm going back in two weeks.

Wow. That soon?

Jessica: Yeah,
classes start the 26th,

and I have to set up
my apartment and everything,

so, you know...

Yeah, gotcha.

Just trying to take care of
a million things at once, so...

Gio: Yeah, sure, I'm sure.

Jessica: Anyway--
- Look, uh...


Gio: Ah, nothin'.
- What?

Gio: No. Never mind.

Jessica: What? Tell me.

I just, uh,
I just I had a little idea.

What kind of an idea?

I was wondering if maybe
you wanted to come along

on something
a little more interesting.

You know,
one last little adventure

before you shuffle off.

Jessica: Such as?

Uh, stealing a car.

Jessica: A car?

Jessica: You steal cars?
- Oh, all the time.

Jessica: That sounds kind of...

Uh, dangerous? Exciting?

What do you say?

Little something to shock
your buddies back at Brown?

These fish
can't fuckin' stay alive.

- I need your help.
- With what?

- Show me how to steal a car.
- Why do you wanna st...

You're kidding.

God, why don't you just fuckin'
shoot Reagan to impress her?

- Worked for John Hinckley, Jr.
- Just fuckin' show me, alright?

Chris: Flathead screwdriver,
at least a quarter inch thick.


No. No.

I don't know what a quarter...
No, I'm sorry.

Thank you. Hammer.

Now, it's just like
the birds and the bees.


Chris: Vagina.
Gio: Ooh.

Chris: Tap, tap.

Mr. Panagopoulos: Anthony!

- What are you boys doing?
- Hello, Mr. Panagopoulos.

We're just stealing your car.

Anthony: Hey, no, he's joking.

[speaks in Italian]

Anthony: D-- dude, what the...

Now, give it a little love tap.

Tap, tap.

Clockwise twist. [engine starts]

- Oh, shit.
- Minchia.

- Wow.
- Cool, huh?

Yeah, any late model Toyota,
this will work.

Corolla, Camry, Celica, pff.

Where you gonna go?

On your date?

I know the perfect spot.

[Planet Patrol singing
"Play At Your Own Risk"]

[airplane droning]

Gio: Since it's your first time,

we'll start
with something basic.

Like what?

Toyotas are pretty

Ah, a Corolla, there you go.

Jessica: Oh, Jesus.


Alright, just like at Shea.

[dramatic music]

I got this.

[car unlocks]

Ooh, that's hot.

- Nice. Hop in.
- Oh, my God.

Gio: Yeah.

Okay, now what?

Key slot, screwdriver, hammer.

Stick it in.

Tap, tap, tap.

Clockwise twist.

[engine starts]

Holy shit.

- Alright.
- Hey, that's my car!

[intense music]

Jessica: God.


What the fuck are you doing?

Me and A,
we're goin' to the Bahamas.

Yeah, our flight's in an hour.

What are you guys doing here?

Stealing a car.

Are you serious? Oh, shit.

Oh, no!
Somebody call the police!

Aah! Let's get the fuck
out of here.

This is fuckin' crazy!

Let's get out of here!

Man 5: Hey, what are you doing?
- Shit!

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Open the door.
Open the fuckin' door!

Shit, he's coming! Come on!

♪ Play at your own risk ♪

Chris: Drive, drive, drive,
drive, drive, drive!

Chris: Come on, come on!
Jessica: Okay, shut up!

Gio: Damn it!

[Planet Patrol singing
"Play At Your Own Risk"]

Oh, shit.

It's a Craig. Fuckin' cheap-ass,
piece of shit.

What, you see a nickel on the
sidewalk, you don't pick it up?


What's that?

- What's what?
- In-- in there.

♪ P-L-A-Y if you play with me ♪

♪ It's at your risk
that I'll set you free ♪

Is it?

- Let me try!
- Let me try!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Come on, let me get some.

Whoa, whoa. One at a time.

- What's up?
- Ladies first.

Mm. Sassy, right?

Right. Watch and learn, boys.

Chris: Taking notes.

Chris: The gold card.
Anthony: American Express.

Chris: Don't do blow without it.


Ah. [sniffles]

- Good?
- No.

- It's fucking perfect.
Chris: Mmm.


- Oh!
- Right?

This is, like,
some Tony Montana shit.

Oh, I think it's pure.

Alright, share
with everybody else! Come on!

P-- p-- party on the bully!

Yes! [screams]

- I wanna fuckin' dance!
- You wanna fuckin' dance, man?

- I wanna fuckin' dance!
- You're gonna fuckin' dance!

♪ Ladies and-- and gentlemen ♪

♪ The-- the party
ha-- has just be-- begun ♪

♪ Well go-- go easy ♪

♪ I wish-- I wish I could dance
like that ♪

♪ It must be bang bang ♪

♪ We are here to have some fun
so get on up ♪

♪ We are here... ♪

Chris: Come on.

♪ We are here to have some fun
so get on up ♪

Chris: Ho, ho, ho,

♪ We're rocking with your party
to the heavy sound ♪

♪ No leaning on the walls
whoever you are ♪

♪ No walking through the party
trying to act like a star ♪

♪ No-- no walking
th-- through the pa-- party ♪

♪Try-- trying to-- to act-- act
like-- like a star ♪

♪ So get on up ♪

♪ We are here to have some fun ♪



♪ We are here to have some fun
so get on up ♪

Chris: Go, Anthony!

♪ We love it when you show us
you had a good time ♪

♪ There's nothing gonna stop us
or leave us behind ♪

♪ So put your hands together
and move your feet to the beat ♪

♪ And the feeling
gets much better ♪

♪ When you're feeling
the heat ♪

Chris: What you got, Frankie?
What you got?

Fuckin' come at 'em.


Get the fuck out of here!

- He's a break-dancer!
- Whoo!

Go back to Bay Ridge!
Get the fuck out of here!

[Gio and Jessica laughing]

Jessica: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, oh, my God.

Jessica: I'm gonna fall...
Gio: I got you.

Jessica: Mm.
Gio: I got you.

Gio: I got you.


I'm gonna fall off.
I'm gonna fall off.

- I'm gonna fall off.
- I'm help you up.

- Pull me up, pull me up.
- I'll help you up.

- Mm.
- I'll help you, alright?

- Yes.
- Come on.

- There you are.
- Mmm.

What time is it?

- Mm.
- Uh, 1:00.

- 1:00?
- What's up?

- Ugh. I should go.
- Oh, fuck that, it's early.

Mm. I got a ton to do tomorrow.
I don't wanna be a wreck.

- Oh, come on, don't be lame!
- Mm.

Oh, Gio.

Don't. [chuckles]

- We're having a good time.
- I know.

- We always have a good time.
- I know.

- So let's keep it going.
- Mm.

No, I got a busy day.
I gotta, I gotta pack.

I gotta help my mom buy a dress
for my cousin's wedding.

Not tonight.

I don't just mean tonight.

- I leave in a couple weeks.
- So?

Mm. I go to school
in a different state.

I got a car.
A fucking fast one.


- How far is Providence?
- 180 miles.

Okay, that's like an hour drive.

- Gio.
- Mm.


We're just...

We're just different. Mm.


So who gives a shit?

We are having
a summer fling, Gio.

- Stop, don't say that.
- We're having a summer fling.

What, do you think
we're gonna get married?

I didn't say that.

- I didn't say that.
- Mm, it's been fun.

Really, really fun.

But, you know...

we're just on different tracks.

I'm not good enough
for your track?

- I didn't say that.
- What the fu...

I'm not fucking good enough
for your track?

Hey, I did not say that.

You know what I think?

I don't think this has shit
to do with tracks.

I think it's because
you are a pussy.


Excuse me?

You like to act all Miss Rebel

with your Washington Square
and your New Order

and your little fuckin'
art galleries,

but deep down, deep down,

you're scared.


- I'm scared of what?
- Yeah.

Of everything.

Pissing off your parents,
freaking out your friends.

You like doing ballsy shit?


Stealing cars, doing blow?

I got something real ballsy
for you.

Date me.
Be my fuckin' girlfriend.

Now that'd be ballsy.


I didn't think so.


[instrumental music]

Uh, good luck.

Have a nice life.



Oh! Fuck!


Does this look like
a fuckin' rental to you?

[Gio groaning]

Shut the fuck up.


[dramatic music]

- Where is it?
- I can get it.

- Where the fuck is it?
- I'll bring it to you.



You'll bring us to it.

Move faster.

Come on, ring the bell.

[doorbell rings]

[hip hop music]

Gio, thank fuckin' God!

- Anthony, listen--
Chris: Yo, is that Gio?

Where the fuck you been, man?
We're fuckin' jonesin'.

You got the stuff, man?
You got the yayo?

You don't have it?

You do...

don't you?

Who's your friends?

Come on.

- Real smooth.
- Alright.

So if you don't got it,

and you two fuckin' idiots
don't got it,

who the fuck's got it?

- I can get it.
- Who's got it?

Let me get it.
I-- I can be right back with it.

- Still?
- What?

You're still
fuckin' protecting her?

- Protecting who?
- She's got nothin' to do with--

She's got everything
to do with this.

- What, your girlfriend got it?
- No.

No, she don't got it?

N-- no, she's not my girlfriend.

Oh, so she's got it.

[pager ringing]

That her?

5-1-6, Long Island.

- Great Neck.
- Shut the fuck up!

Call her back.


[phone ringing]

Jessica: Hello?
- Hey.

Jessica: Gio.
- What's up?

- I hate how things ended.
- It's okay.

You're right. I am a pussy.

I think I'm so fuckin' edgy
and rebellious--

- Hey, it's alright.
Jessica: No, it's not.

This is awkward.
Can we talk in person?

Gio: No.
- I'm coming over.

- Jessica, listen to me--
Jessica: I'm coming over.

Besides, I have your coke.

I don't know
how I ended up with it,

but I can't leave it
in here, so...

- Jessica?
Jessica: I'll see you in a few.


♪ I know in my heart I should ♪

♪ I'll never ever ♪

- What?
- Hey!


Thanks for comin'.

Why don't you get out
of the car?

What's in the bag?

What the...

Is this a fuckin' joke?

I told you not to come.

I thought because you were mad.

Yeah, I am mad, but mostly

it was the fucking gun
to my head.

Dinardo: When you found this,
there was 500 grams.

And now...

Dinardo: Weight Watchers?
- It's all I could find.


You momos gave out 75 grams...

of coke tonight?

- We're pretty fuckin' high.
- Pretty fuckin' high?

- What the...
- Oh. [coughs]

Now... let's see what you owe.

[dramatic music]

75 grams times $80 a gram.

- Six grand.
Chris: Six grand?

Anthony: I ain't got six grand.
Dinardo: Six grand.

You owe me six grand!

- You could get that.
- Excuse me?

Ask your parents.
Jessica: Oh, sure.

"Mom, dad, can I borrow $6000
to pay back a drug dealer?"

Dinardo: Drug dealer?

- Sorry.
- I'm a fucking businessman.

Businessman. Entrepreneur.

Gio: One hour.

You give me one hour,
I'll get you the money.

Jessica: Gio.

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

Gio, how you doin'?

Yo, listen up!

We got somebody here looking
for a little pink slip action.

Who here's got the cojones
to take on Gio Fortunato

in a pink slip race?

Winner take all...

or car, I should say.

Who's it gonna be?

Win, and you're the proud owner

of his fuckin' bad-ass
Grand National,

fastest car on the strip.

Yeah, that's the problem.


Car length head start.

Two cars.


Man 6: Right here.

This your Camaro?

- What's she packin'?
Man 6: 305 Tune Port.

- You got the title?
- Right in the glove box.

[dramatic music]

[crowd cheering]

[engines revving]



[dramatic music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[siren wailing in distance]

[knock on door]

Engine alone is worth six.



So long.

[instrumental music]

Jessica: I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's not your fault.

- Actually, it kind of is.
- My fault?

Gio: The whole
stealing the car thing.

You invited me.

I just came along
for one of your runs.

Gio: Nah, there was no run.

I don't steal cars.

I never stole a car in my life.

So then... why?

I just wanted to see you again.

I should go.

Get in.


Just get in.

[instrumental music]

[no audio]


Mom, dad...

this is Gio...

my boyfriend.


Pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Weinberg.

[bell tolling]

[indistinct chatter]

Gio: Yo, Margot.

Sup, Georgina?

See you guys later.

- How was the drive?
- Easy. No traffic.

Gio: An hour, 45.

[Jessica scoffs]

Gio: What's so funny?

Jessica: An hour, 45?

Gio: An hour, 45.
Jessica: 180 miles.

Gio: What, this thing can fly.
For a V4, it's got some muscle.

Jessica: That means you were
doing like 110 the entire way.

Gio: I wasn't like
staring at the speedometer.

Jessica: What time
did you leave?

Gio: 2:30.
Jessica: From where, Boston?

Gio: Mm, Whitestone, baby.

Whitestone fucking Queens.

♪ I never said
I wasn't gonna tell nobody ♪

♪ No baby ♪

♪ But desperate lover
I can't keep it to myself ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ When we're together
it's like hot coals in a fire ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ My body's burning
so come on heat my desire ♪

♪ Come on come on ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I need you I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Come on come on ♪

♪ People get jealous
'cause we always stay together ♪

♪ Yeah baby ♪

♪ I guess they really want
a love like yours and mine ♪

♪ Together forever ♪

♪ I never thought that
I could ever be this happy ♪

♪ Yeah baby ♪

♪ My prayers were answered boy
you came in the nick of time ♪

♪ Whoa whoa whoa ♪

♪ I got this feeling
that you're gonna stay ♪

♪ I never knew that
it could happen this way ♪

♪ Before I met you
I was falling apart ♪

♪ But now at last
I really know we're made of ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I need you I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Come on come on ♪

♪ I-- I-- I-- I need
I need you ♪

♪ I I I I I I need ♪

♪ I-- I-- I-- I-- I-- I need ♪

♪ I need I need I need you ♪

♪ I never said
I wasn't gonna tell nobody ♪

♪ No baby ♪

♪ But desperate lover
I can't keep it to myself ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ When we're together
it's like hot coals in a fire ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ My body's burning
so come on heat my desire ♪

♪ Whoa whoa whoa ♪

♪ I got this feeling
that you're going to stay ♪

♪ I never knew
that it could happen this way ♪

♪ Before I met you
I was falling apart ♪

♪ But now at last
I really know we're made of ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I need you I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Come on come on ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I need you I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Come on come on ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ I need you I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts that beat as one ♪