Flipping (1996) - full transcript

I'll be goddamned.

Shot is totally sorry.

Unfortunately, Shotty, there's
not one person in this room

that can buy groceries
with your I'm-sorries.

I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

I'm going to give you
till the end of the month

to get my money back,

the 20 G plus juice
for three weeks.

That comes
to about 26, right?

Oh, yeah, 26,000, yeah.

That sound like
a fair deal?



Oh, yes, very fair.

That's great.

Thank you, Leo.

And you know what?

I'm going to go hit
some rooms right now,

get that money
collected in a flash.

Oh, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sam, get that table.

Nick, get my bag, will you?

I almost forgot something
very important.

You still need
to be disciplined.

What?

Oh, yeah.

Otherwise,
well, it wouldn't be



a very good example
to the rest of the crew, right?

Yeah, but, Leo, I was going
to collect it right now--

And what if you don't, huh?

What are we supposed to do,
go hungry again?

Mm-mm.

Come here.

What?

Come over here.

Put your hand
on the table.

Put your hand
on the table.

Leo.

Is this really necessary?

I was going to try
and get the money right now.

Watch this.

smash!

Disloyalty is something
I will not tolerate.

Leave him alone.

Now, Shotty,
move that table, will you.

Why?

Move the table.

Now,

tell me, Mr. Mike...

how is it that
on an otherwise

bright and peaceful
Sunday afternoon,

Ray-Ray, yourself,
and two buyers--

friends of Ray's for, what,
three, maybe five years--

sit down to transact some

very routine business,

but instead...

crash!

clunk!

Ray-Ray and his pal
get blown away,

while you--Ray-Ray's eyes,
his ears, and his security--

managed to miss taking
any bullets at all,

like a cat
with nine lives.

Now, you tell me,
how is that possible?

I didn't know
where the hit came from.

You didn't know
where the hit came from.

Well, I guess you're one
lucky motherfucker, Mike.

I mean, after all,
they didn't find you.

Yeah.

I want my shit back.

Big deal.

I would have
found you anyway.

And if you think
you're hot shit,

think again.

As far as I'm concerned,
you just saved your own life.

Well, Ray-Ray's gone.

You'll be working
with Hooker.

I'm just a phone call away if you need me.

There ain't no problem, Leo.

We'll be fine.

♪

♪

♪

This a great wedding
or what?

Joey.

Oh, me?

Shot, Shot, come on.

♪

All right, yee-haw.

Hey, move over, man.

Let a real man
show you how to dance.

♪

Hey!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Hey, Shot.

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, Shot!

Hey, shoving me here.

I don't care
about this suit.

Bullshit,
I'm not worrying about it.

It's Hooker's wedding,
and I'm out of here.

Listen, what do you--

no, I'm out of here,
and you're out of here.

No, you ain't getting no favors.

Favors are over.

What's this gonna look like
if somebody walks in?

Michael, I need you to do it.

I'm not doing that.

Are you--what are you--

Listen, what are
you doing here?

Crazy, what---

You get me popped,
you will have nothing.

Okay?

I haven't seen you
in a month, Michael.

Well, you don't want it
to be another month, do you?

Hear me?

Mike?

Dennis.

Dennis, maybe you
could help me out.

I was just saying
to my good friend, Billy,

would you,
for $1 million cash,

try and take
this gun from me?

Would you go for it?

Would you snatch
the gun from my hands,

Shaolin Temple reflex?

$1 million cash,
Dennis.

Would you go for it?

I wouldn't go for it.

He wouldn't
go for it neither.

That's a good call, Dennis.

Good man.

Point made.

Here, here's
your gun back.

Billy, I want you to meet
a good friend of mine.

Billy,
this is Dennis.

Dennis, meet Billy.

Dennis.

Oh, thank you.

Our pal has a strange
sense of humor.

Yes, he does.

Drink to that.

Michael, we got
to get out of here.

Oh, yeah,
that we do.

This song's
almost over.

Oh, Billy, it was
good to see you again.

I'll see you again soon,
I'm sure.

Okay.

Take care.

What the fuck was that?

Oh, we're just having fun.

Is she still dancing with that bum?

Yeah.

Good.

♪

♪

There she is.

This had better work, Mike.

I'm telling you,
this is the perfect plan.

I'm going to pour this drink right on her breasts.

You're going to thank me
for this.

Ready?

Yeah.

All right,
here we go.

♪

Hey.

How you doing?

Dennis,
where you been?

I'll tell you
about it later.

You missed the dance.

Ah!

Oh, Mike!

Hey, Mike.

Excuse him.

Joey, what the--

It's going to stain.

It's okay--

No, it's going
to stain--

Please stop.

Yeah, good.

I mean, what do you expect,
acting like that, shmuck?

Jesus.

Guys, what are you,
in high school here?

I'm sorry.

Some of the guys
aren't very mature.

I'll get you
a towel.

Thank you.

It's all right,
sweetie.

Nice.

She hates me.

I'm such an asshole.
I'm sorry.

Well, that goes
without saying.

Why don't you
clean it up?

I'm going to go.

I can't believe you think
I was so stupid.

You know you're going to pay
for the dry cleaning too.

Okay, I know;
I know; I know.

Well, the least
you could do

for making a fool
out of yourself and of me

is to ask me to dance.

Wow.

♪

Just water.

I appreciate
your help, Joey.

Whose idea was that?

Mike's.

Mike's, huh?

Yeah.

Be smart;
be smart.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

♪

Nice wedding, huh?

It's very wonderful.

As I watched
that son of a bitch gloating,

I had to ask myself
how a cop like me

ever fell for a con man
like Michael Moore.

The original idea
was simple.

With Michael's help,
I would set up Ray-Ray

and force him to flip,
to rat out Leo,

the number one crime boss
in the neighborhood.

My instincts
should have told me

not to take a chance
on an opportunist like Michael.

But he had
a way with people,

and I let myself
get too close

until it was too late.

♪

Yeah, who is it?

Wouldn't say.

Hello?

Hey, listen.

Listen, man,
I'm telling you now,

I'm tell you
you are out of line.

We got a wedding going here,
and you're out of line.

Oh, you're going
to give us a time limit?

I mean, you think
that's smart?

I mean, is that
what you want to do, huh?

No, no, I'm asking you,
is that what you want to do?

Yeah, really?

Oh, man, listen.

Go--go kiss my ass,
you fucking jerk-off.

Oh, listen, listen,
listen to me.

You got the address, right?

You know where we are?

Are you clear?
You know where we are?

Well, good, man.

We'll be waiting.

That's right;
come on down!

Joey just got another call

from those fucking yahoos

who claim to work
with the Fat Man.

These motherfuckers
are trying to squeeze us.

Can you imagine that?

Said we start paying them
rent tonight

or they're gonna run us
out of the neighborhood.

What did Joey say?

What else, he told them
to kiss his ass.

They told Joey
they'd be down here

in just over an hour.

I hate these fucking
cocksuckers, man.

They're full of shit.

They don't work for him.

He never used them.

If Ray-Ray was around,

he'd have these motherfuckers
handled in hardware.

Yeah, well,
those days are gone.

Does Joey know
where these guys live?

Yeah.

Let's go pay 'em a visit,

let them know you ain't
paying rents to anybody.

You don't think
I should call Leo?

For what?

It isn't his problem;
it's ours.

Okay, you're right.

Let me just tell
my wife, then, all right?

Vera's drunk.

Hey.

Look at this.

Some fucking wedding,
huh, Mike?

Let's go out
for a drive.

So what do you think, Mike?

Just split up?

A couple of us
go through the front,

a couple of us
go to the back?

Why would you do that?

To surprise them.

Save your energy.

Just knock
on the front door.

When they answer
the door,

you start swinging
at everybody you see.

And make a lot of noise.

They'll be surprised,
all right, believe me.

Hey, Mike, would you
turn the car

down that street,
please?

What's that, Shot?

We've got one of our cardrooms down that street.

That's one
of my cardrooms, Shot.

Whatever;
I just saw CJ's car there.

Hey, that's the guy
that has Leo's money, right?

Lost his money at the track.

What the fuck
is he doing here?

Forget it, Shot!

We're not fucking stopping!

Don't stop, Mike.

Please, don't stop, man.

Look, we've got exactly
one fucking hour

to get to these bikers
before they fuck up

what's left of my wedding.

Mike, please
don't listen to him,

and please turn the car
and go down that street.

Don't listen
to him, Mike.

Who the fuck
is in charge here?

Who the fuck is in charge?

Mike.

Mike, please.

You don't know this guy
like I do.

Man, I'm not going to be
a part of one of Shot's scenes

when he pulls out a fucking gun in front of 20 people.

And I know he's going to do it,

especially in one
of my fucking places.

Hooker, let's be
reasonable here, okay?

I'm not gonna
cause a scene.

But I would like to talk
to this motherfucker

I mean, you can't
just run around,

borrowing money
and not pay your debts.

Right, Mike?

It's not a very Christian thing
to do, is it?

It is Leo's money.

Hooker.

Have a fucking heart,
would you, please?

I gotta get
that money.

All right, man.

But let's fucking hurry,
all right?

I've got, like, 55 minutes
to get to these fucking bikers.

All right.

♪ I don't drink.

What are you doing?

I'm going to take this
fucker's car, for starters.

Oh, fuck.

Shot, somebody's
going to see.

I don't give a fuck.

Take it to Sanchez.

Tell him to dump
this fucker.

I'll call him later.

♪ I don't moan.

Voila.

How do I get back?

Take a cab.

And don't forget to check
the trunk when you get there.

Go ahead, Dennis;
hurry back.

Come on.

Man, if I end up
in fucking jail,

I'm going to be pissed.

Go ahead;
hurry back.

I knew
we shouldn't stop, Mike.

♪

♪ I don't play.

♪ I don't jive.

♪ All I do--

Hey, Chuckie, babe.

Chuckie,
how you doing, man?

♪

Hey.

Hey.

Shot, how are
you doing?

Oh, hey, hey.

What can I do for you?

Hey, you guys
collected earlier, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
we collected all right,

but that's not
why I'm here.

Take a gander.

You see that big piece of shit
over there in the corner?

Yeah, that fat fuck
with shit for face?

Well, he owes me
almost 30 grand.

Owes Leo
almost 30 grand.

Whatever.

Look, Chuckie,
I just need to talk to him.

Would you please
call him over here?

Hey, Shot, I can tell
by your adjectives

that you're
a little upset, okay?

I just don't want
any problems, huh?

Oh, no, no,
wait a second.

Check it out here.

I mean,
it's Hooker's wedding day.

He's just got
married today.

There's not going
to be any problem.

Come on, Chuckie, I just need
to talk to this guy.

Bring him over.

It's all right,
Chuckie.

We're not here to shake
anybody down, all right?

Chuckie, the sooner
we get this thing started,

the sooner
we'll be on our way.

You know Hooker
wouldn't bullshit you.

Okay?

All right.

I'll go over
and talk to him.

Go on.

Thank you, Chuckie.

Thank you, Chuckie.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love.

♪ I make love, love,
love, love. ♪

♪

What's up, Bubba?

I thought you told me
you took care of Shot.

Who?

Shot.

I paid that little fucker his juice.

What's his problem?

What's he saying?

He's saying he didn't get
any juice from you,

and he's here
to collect 30 grand.

Look, we agreed
that I pay the juice.

I did.

What is his fucking
problem anyway?

30 grand?
He's dreaming.

These two fucking guys
are working together.

I know right now.

Johnny should have
fucking called us.

He should've called us
the second this guy walked in.

He knew I was looking
for this guy.

Hey.

I'm out.

I don't care whether you did
or if you didn't.

I don't care whether
you owe him or don't owe him.

Just do me a favor.

Hmm?

Go over there
and kiss his butt

so we can get him
out of here.

All right,
I will now go over there

and kiss his lily white
fucking ass.

Okey doke?

Fuck, we've got less
than 50 minutes.

Don't jerk him around,
all right?

Hooker, take
a fucking Midol, man.

Chill.

Hey!

Hey, how you doing, man?

Hey, what's going on?

Nice suits, huh?

Yeah, yeah,
it's Hooker's wedding day.

Oh, congratulations.

All right, man.

Yeah, he got
married today.

Yeah.

Must be some
fucking wedding, huh?

Who's this?

This is Mike.

All right, Mike,
how are you doing?

CJ.

You guys
work together?

Yeah, we work together.

So how you doing, man?

What's going on?

What can I say?

You know me.

Bouncing back
better than ever.

I like that.

Bouncing back, yeah.

And speaking
of bouncing back,

how about just
giving me my money?

You want your money?

Hey, come on.

Shot, you and I agreed
that I would pay the juice.

I paid the juice.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, friend, hey.

Hey, I mean, the deal
was 2 grand a week,

you know, and I fronted you
$20,000, all right?

And it's been six weeks.

You're light over 10,000 bucks.

Shot, you can't
bleed a stone.

If you can't understand that,
go fuck yourself.

I can go fuck myself?

Guys, did you hear that?

I can go fuck myself.

That's a pretty
funny joke, CJ.

But I'll tell you what.

I've got a better idea.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

I love these guys.

I still don't know
what he does.

I've never seen a guy so depressed on his wedding day.

What's going on?

Do you want to hear
my idea or not?

Do you want to hear my idea?

Go ahead;
shoot.

All right, here's my idea.

How about
I take my gun out--

Mm-hmm.

And shoot you in the back
of your fucking head.

Okay.

Great career move.

No, I mean,
how about that idea?

How are you going
to pay that?

You going to collect
the insurance?

I don't know.
You got insurance?

It's fun, man.

Jeez.

So what do you think about that idea?

What do I think?

I think he is
a funny fucker.

You are one
funny fucker.

You're the best.

But I'm not kidding.

Mm-hmm.

He's kidding.

Fooled me.

You're kidding,
right, Shot?

No.

No, no, actually,
I'm not kidding.

You know what?

I would just love
to take a gun out

and shove it right up
your ass.

Well, get in line, pal.

There's about
three ex-wives,

four bookmakers,
traffic department--

I'm not too popular
around this town.

Wait a second;
wait a second; wait a second.

Maybe this will help;
maybe this will help.

Don't you know
who we work for?

I mean, don't you know who runs this fucking place?

Come on.

Don't you know?

Everybody knows
who runs this place.

Everyone.

All right, well, why don't you tell us?

In fact, why don't you tell
all of us in here.

Everybody.

Who runs this place?

My very good
and close personal friend

Tommy Barnett.

Okay?

What are you--

are you dumb and stupid
or what?

You didn't catch that?

Is this news?

Am I wrong?

Hey, I burst
your bubble here?

Break up the dream?

What's going on?

Tommy Barnett?

The Fat Man
is running this place?

Ooh, you have
fucking had it.

Oh, I have, huh?

Sure, I've had it.

You fucking piece
of shit!

You're going to have
some problems, Chuckie.

Tommy Barnett?

Hooker, what can I say?

You should have
never said that, man.

You're going
to pay for that.

Why are you looking at me?

Why are you--

Why are these kids act--
what is wrong with you?

Why did you say that?

Why did I say what?

Why did you say--

You let this head case
tell you what to do?

Who's your boss?

Why don't you shut up?

What the fuck is
the matter with you guys?

God damn it!

You didn't tell me
the Fat Man owns

this fucking place?

God--

Ah!

You don't pull a gun

in front of 20 people
that can make you, Shot.

Well, what do we do?

You saw that goddamn table.

That fucker's got
the money right now!

That's right;
he's got the money.

But you know what?

He doesn't have a ride.

That's right, Shot.

There's no
fucking ride.

We'll nail him;
don't worry.

We'll get
every penny he's got,

and we'll make him pay double
for his big mouth.

What about that business
about Barnett?

That's one
of my fucking cardrooms.

Who was that guy
running the room, Chuckie?

Go for him too.

I still say we should have
popped that guy right then.

You really believe that?

Yes.

Then here.

Shoot him in the
fucking eyeballs right now.

Wait
a fucking minute.

Let's talk
about this.

What the fuck
are you doing, Mike?

This'll be fun.

No, it's not
fucking fun.

What are you doing?

I'll even get
the door for you.

Oh, what's wrong?

No one's stopping you.

That's right.

You see?
Now you're thinking.

Your head's clear,
and you don't want to do it,

'cause you know
it's stupid.

Any jerk-off could pop someone
and get caught, Shot.

A smart guy, a wise guy,
pops him and don't get caught.

Remember that.

Huh?

All right, wise guys.

So what do we do,
wait till he comes outside?

You've got it.
No fucking way!

I'm not waiting
for anybody, man.

Those fucking bikers

are going to end up
at my wedding!

The bikers live
five minutes away.

They ain't going anywhere.

So what the fuck?

We're going to wait
for CJ to come out?

You don't have to do that.

You're the man now,
remember?

You can't let these people
fuck with you.

Yeah, so?

So you go in there,
and you tell Chuck

he's got three minutes
to send CJ outside,

or we're going to burn
his fucking place to the ground.

What's one
of my cardrooms!

Shh, shh, shh.

What is he
talking about?

You going to burn this
fucking place to the ground?

Of course not;
we haven't got time for that.

But you tell him that
anyway.

Come on. Come on.

This is not
fucking funny.

It's not fucking funny.

You guys are killing
my business.

Well, just tell him that.

Oh, no.

Fuck.

Look at that.

Hey, how are you doing,
big boy?

Very funny,
Shot boy.

We got you.

You sure did.

Okay, okay.

Now, where is
my fucking car?

Yeah, we had
to move it.

You were parked
in a no assholes zone.

Now I know
why you're here.

You are the fucking
comedian, right?

Do you think
this is funny?

Oh, guys, now come on,
come on, come on.

The joke's over.

Let's take a walk.

I know who runs it.

Having some fun
there, guys.

It was just--

I was on my way
to pay, I swear.

No, you were
having some fun.

No, we were
just, like--

Yeah, and speaking
of paying us,

speaking of paying us,

why didn't you
give me the money

when I asked you
the first time?

Because I couldn't--

You dick me around.

You know I couldn't do it
in front of all those--

Dick me around
in front of my friends.

I didn't like that.

You know I'm always
good for a check.

Good for?

What do you got?

All right,
can I go in my pocket?

Go in your pocket.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay, guys, huh?

For Barnett?

I'll take this
for now.

I'll take this
for now.

Where's
the rest of it?

I, uh--

Where's
the rest of it?

clunk!

Oh.

Hold my gun.

Here's mine, Shot.

Let's see
what we got here.

And don't forget his ring, his watch,

and anything else he's got.

There's 5 right there.

Easy.

Oh, what do we got here?

What do we have here?

Come on.

Look at that.

That's 20 easy.

Jesus Christ.

It's his asshole.

Let me tell you something.

No, let me
tell you something.

You caused me
a lot of grief.

You put me through
a lot of grief.

This motherfucker.

Oh, that's
the asshole again.

You got the money.

How much is there, Shot?

That's it; I swear.

I think
I've got it all.

I think I've got
the whole fucking 30.

Well, how about this?

Hey, Shot.

Put his tooth out.

His tooth?

Come on, guys; you got the money.

Now, come on, Shot; what are you talking about?

Come on, Shot.

You got the money.

Come on.

All right,
the joke's--ahh!

Shot--

Fuck.

Give it to me.

Asshole, the gold one.

You got a gold one
in there?

Shot--

All right,
all right.

I'm just kidding.

Listen up.

We're going
to call it even this time.

But you ever drop
the Fat Man's name here

or any other place,
and I find out about it,

I'm going to come up
behind you and...

blow your
fucking head off.

Do you understand?

Anything.

You understand?
Good.

Now you can apologize to my friend.

Sorry, Shot.

Shot, have a tooth.

I don't want
his fucking tooth.

Hooker,
give me my gun.

Shot, we've got
to get to the bikers.

No, Shot!

You caused me
a lot of grief.

You know that?

A whole lot of grief.

You are one lucky man.

One...

lucky man.

Fuck me again, Shot--

Hey, we got the money.

Did you have to pull
his tooth out?

Did I have to get
my hand broke?

Let's just get
to the fucking bikers.

Hey, yo, guys.

What happened? You guys get the money?

Yeah, yeah, yeah;
come get in the car.

You take up
that shit with Sanchez?

Yeah, he's got
somebody lined up.

Let's get the fuck
out of here, Mike.

We got to hurry.

♪

After I left the club,

I began to realize Michael
had more of a hold on me

than I could ever admit.

Why else would I put myself
through such madness?

♪ The thrill is gone.

♪ The thrill is gone away.

♪ Gone.

♪ The thrill is gone.

♪ Yeah, it's gone away.

♪ And all I want to do,

♪ all I want to do
is wish you well. ♪

♪

♪ The thrill is gone.

♪ Yeah, it's gone for good.

♪

♪ The thrill is gone now,
baby. ♪

♪ Oh, it's gone for good. ♪

Oh, guys,
I don't think those bikers

are gonna be messing
with anybody for a long time.

No, I'd say they got
some healing to do.

You really think those guys
worked for Barnett?

Not anymore.

I see it was a battle.

But who won?

We did.

We kicked
their fucking asses.

What a bunch
of scumbags.

Yeah.

Now for the bad news.

Leo's here.

Oh, no, great.

I got his money back
from CJ,

and I'm going to get
a piece for each of us too.

Really?

Joey, what about
my wife?

She's with Melanie
and Careen,

and she is pissed.

She says
you're an asshole.

Thank you, Shot.

It'll work out.

Just get yourself
cleaned up.

Hey, if we wouldn't have
stopped at the cardroom,

it would have been
your ass as much as mine.

Thanks again,
Michael.

Hey, Shot?

Show a little
common sense.

Don't ask Leo
for any money, all right?

We'll see.

Come on, please.

We'll see.

Should have pulled
his fucking tooth out.

Shot?

What?

Did you really
get all the money?

Yeah, every fucking penny.

Then do yourself a favor.

Give it to Leo,
and keep your mouth shut.

I don't want you
ending up like Ray-Ray.

Wait a second.

Don't start
that Ray-Ray stuff again.

You don't know
that Leo whacked his own guy.

I got a good feeling
about it.

What the fuck did you do
to your head?

I hit it on a table.

On a table?

Yeah.

How's your nose?

I'm sorry about that.

Yeah, come on.

What a night.

What a fucking night, man.

I know.
I'm sorry.

I hit you right in
the nose with my elbow.

I'm really sorry
about that.

Sorry? What are you,
a spastic or something?

You know what, Mike?

What?

I think I knocked
that one fucking biker out.

That biker
was a chick, Dennis.

You punched a chick.
No way.

Dennis, you punched--

Get out of here.
Get out of here.

You punched a chick.
No way.

You've done it before;
I know you have.

♪

Come on.

♪

Leo.

Well?

They delivered
the message.

They won't be
bothering us anymore.

Well,

big deal.

They should have
taken care of it earlier.

Maybe next time,
they won't wait so long.

Joseph, don't you have
a wedding to get back to?

Right?

Right.

What are you waiting for,
a special invitation?

Hi, Leo.

Hi, Leo.

Well, to tell you the truth,
at first I was a little upset.

But, I mean,
I arrived here tonight

expecting to join
in the festive occasion,

my main man's wedding.

Get a chance to spend
a little time with you fellows,

you know, off the clock,
as it were.

But when I arrive,
I go through the club,

and I see the faces
of friends, family, and guests,

and they're all
looking pretty upset.

Why?

Because the man of the hour
is missing.

I know, Leo.
I'm sorry.

We got a call
from this fucking biker--

Yeah, yeah, I know;
Joey told me all about it.

And that's another thing
that makes me pretty crunchy.

He tells me that these guys have
been calling three or four times

over the past
couple of weeks,

and I don't know
a thing about it.

Listen, I don't mind you going out to deliver a message,

but it does upset me that you
wait until your wedding night

to go take care
of this stuff.

I mean, come on, Hooker.

As a result, you got two mothers
upstairs very upset,

not to mention a new bride.

Now, that's no way to start out your marriage, buddy.

I know, Leo;
you're absolutely right.

I'd like to get back to
the wedding as soon as possible.

Dennis, make us
a few drinks, will you?

Yeah, sure, Leo.

Let's get down
to the business first.

I understand you ran
into the gambler.

What happened with that?

He paid.

What do you mean,
he paid?

Oh, Mike talked to the guy,
and he paid.

Really?

How much?

Just about 30.

Plus, we got his car,
a brand-new Mercedes,

which is being liquidated
at Sanchez as we speak.

I drove it.

Yeah, Dennis drove.

Well, don't just sit there.

Tell me all about it.

All right, we waited
for him outside.

He was in the 2-2 Club
playing fucking craps.

So anyway,
when he comes outside,

Mike backs the guy
in the corner in the shadows,

trips him on his ass,
and sticks a gun in his face.

He does one of these
numbers, right?

And let me tell you, Leo,

this guy changed
his attitude real quick,

and I got his money.

And let me tell you this:

this guy was deathly scared too.

That true, Mike?

Pretty close, Leo,
but there's one small problem.

Hmm?

Leo, when were inside
the joint, the cardroom,

this guy, CJ, dropped
the Fat Man's name.

Tried to say the cardroom
was Tommy's place.

Mmm.

What'd the manager say?

Chuckie? I talked to him afterwards.

He said it was a bunch of bullshit,

but I think he was lying.

I think that fucker's been paying rents.

Think Tommy shook him down?

Maybe.

What do you think we should do, Leo?

Same thing you'd do
to anybody else:

double his rent.

See what he does.

If he complains--

tell him to kiss
your fucking ass.

If he don't,

all the better,
more money for us.

That's right;
more money for us.

More money for us.

Ooh-whee.

Speaking of more money, Leo,

I was just wondering--

Shot, don't.

Hooker, relax.

We just made a lot
of money today, huh?

Exactly how much money
did we make?

Shot, I'm telling you,
don't.

$50,000.

That's how much we made.

I'll drink to that.

To $50,000.

Here.

To $50,000.

Oh, shit, man.

Oh, man,
I gotta tell you, Leo,

I can't believe
how dumb, dumb, dumb I was

to loan out your money.

I can't believe
that either.

But at least I got it back,
all of it,

including the $10,000
in juice.

Boy, oh, boy, at least
that is pretty smart, huh?

And since I got back all of your money, Leo,

and the juice,
I was just wondering,

and I don't want to speak
for the rest of the crew,

but I was just wondering
if maybe, just maybe

we could split
the extra profit

over and above the $30,000.

That's like,

mmm, 20 grand, depending on
what we get for the car, right?

'Cause I gotta tell you, Leo,
I am so fucking broke right now

that I don't have a pot
to piss in

or a window
to throw it out of.

I mean, I am so fucking broke

that I am about to go belly up,
good-bye.

So what do you say, Leo?

Well, I don't know.

Dennis, what do you think
I should do?

I don't know, Leo.

Of course you don't.

If you knew, you'd be the one
wearing a $2,000 suit, right?

Yeah, you know,

come to think of it,
I change my mind.

I think that Shot's got
a great idea here.

Yeah, I like it.

Thank you.

So, Dennis,
what do you think now?

What do you think
of Shot's idea now?

I like it.

Hey, hey,
Dennis likes Shot's idea.

Hooker, what do you think
of Shot's idea?

Whatever you say, Leo.

Whatever I say?

I love that.

Whatever I say.

Well, you know what I say?

I think you should get
your wife on the phone.

Tell her to open her purse
and come on down!

Because Shot is
giving away Leo's money.

And since we're on the subject
of Leo's money,

why don't we review
Leo's rules about Leo's money?

Dennis, what's Leo's rule number one about Leo's money?

It's, um--

Well?

Never ask you for money.

Never ask Leo for money.

Hooker?

What's Leo's rule number two about Leo's money?

If you're thinking
about--

If you're thinking about
breaking rule number one.

That's right.

If you're thinking about
breaking Leo's rule number one,

leave the room now.

Now,

for the all point bonus round--

maestro, can I get
a drumroll, please?

What is Leo's rule
number three?

♪ Da-da.

Tick-tick-tick-tick-

tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.

Tick!crash!

There is no rule number three.

That's right, Shot.

There is
no rule number three.

So now that we're all clear

about Leo's rules
regarding Leo's money,

what the fuck
were you thinking about

when you loaned
that gambler my money?

Did I tell you to do that?

Did anyone tell you
to do that?

You know, all I ever hear

from you, Shot, is,

"I'm so fucking broke, kapaya.

"I'm about to go belly up,
kapaya.

"I don't have a pot to piss in
or a window to throw it out of.

Kapaya, kapaya, kapaya!"

I got something
for your fucking ass.

Kapaya, kapaya, kapaya!

Now, look, you know,
I got a new bitch for you.

Kapaya!

You son of a bitch.

You know,
I finally figured out

what that word "kapaya" means.

Now, look.

I got one suggestion
for you.

Get the fuck out of here!

Now, gentlemen, if there isn't
any other personal business

we have to take care of,

I would like you all
to clean yourselves up,

put on a fresh shirt and tie,

and let's return
to the wedding,

where the family and guests
are waiting for you.

Leo, what about that business about Tommy?

It's not the first time we've heard that.

You know, this guy's getting around.

It won't be long

before we have problems
collecting from everybody.

It's just a matter of time.

Hooker,
don't be impatient,

and don't be fearful.

Folk make bad decisions
when they're fearful.

Right, Shotty?

Kapaya!

Huh!

Come on.

Mother fucker.

♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine
when he's gone. ♪

Michael.

Where have you been?
I've been calling you.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Did they see you
come up here?

Who?

The crew;
they're downstairs.

Did they see you
come up here?

I don't know.

You shouldn't
have come here.

I told you one day
you're going to get me popped.

Now keep the fuck
away from me.

♪ He's always gone too long.

Well, is it a new breath mint
I should consider?

What?

Well, thanks for, uh,
talking to me.

Here's my hat;
what's my hurry?

♪ Wonder if he's
going to stay. ♪

♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine
when he's gone. ♪

♪ This house
just ain't no home ♪

♪ anytime he goes away.

♪

♪ And I know; I know;
I know; I know; I know. ♪

♪ And I know;
I know; I know. ♪

♪ Gonna leave
the young thing alone, ♪

♪ 'cause there ain't
no sun-- ♪

As I drove around the city
night after night,

I began to suspect
Michael had his own motives

for joining Leo's crew,

and none of them
included me.

It had been a week
since the wedding,

and I still had not
heard from him.

Things on the street
had been quiet.

But if the bad feeling
in my gut was right,

Michael wasn't going
to sit still forever.

♪ But she can't love you
like I can. ♪

♪

♪ Oh, she can't make you
feel the way I can. ♪

♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine
when you're gone. ♪

♪ Whoa, this house
just ain't no home ♪

♪ anytime he goes away.

♪ Yeah.

♪ Anytime he goes away...

♪

♪ Anytime--

Like the song says,

the waiting
is the hardest part.

♪ He goes

♪ away-way-way-way. ♪

♪

You know what, Mike?

It would be a shame if Leo
took a bullet to the head

and died, wouldn't it?

This is kind of fun.

I'm not going to hold my breath thinking about it.

Thinking about what?

Oh.

Leo.

Nothing; we were
kind of goofing around.

Would you like
some breakfast, Leo?

Oh, no, go ahead.

I just had
a hellacious game.

I'm glad to see you guys
are in such a jovial mood.

Aren't we?

Listen, I've been giving
a lot of thought

to what we talked about
last week,

and I agree.

I want you guys to be able
to make some real money.

I want you all to be
fat and happy.

That's the way
it ought to be.

And after the next job,

there'll be plenty
to go around for everybody.

Leo, what next job
is that?

The Fat Man.

You guys are going
to whack him.

Whack him?

How?

You get him right outside
of his restaurant on Ivar.

Now, I've already taken care
of his men on the inside.

You can get him
when he comes out--

tonight.

Leo, you're talking
about Joseph's, right?

The place across
from the hospital, right?

You've got it, Shotty.

So you make sure
you get him good.

With a fucking hospital
across the street,

he might make it

if you don't kill him.

Leo, are you serious
about this?

Now, you guys said
you wanted to be able

to make some real money, right?

Well, here's your chance.

We'll take over
every place he's got.

And there'll be no problem
with narcotics,

because nobody
will have followed us.

What about cops?

I'll handle them myself;
don't worry.

We just have to take
the Fat Man first.

Well, Leo, how do we whack him
right outside of his restaurant

and get away with it?

Yeah, we'd have to wear
costumes or something,

wouldn't we?

And we'd need a car.

Well, you got it, Mike.

You'll need a car.

So we're actually going to do it, Leo?

We're going
to whack him tonight?

And you got
to do it fast.

You get him while
he's not looking for it.

So we're doing it.

Mike?

Yeah.

Shot?

Fuck, yeah.

Dennis?

Dennis?

Yeah, I'm going to do it
if you guys are.

Good.

So...

any questions?

Good.

So I'll see you guys
back here tonight.

Yeah, and we'll have
a real celebration.

Kapaya!

See you, Leo.

Mike--

Shh.

Okay.

Mike, you think
Leo's full of shit?

He's not only full of shit
about the money;

this is just one more step
in his master plan.

What master plan?

It's simple.

Leo gets us to get rid
of the Fat Man,

and he gets everything.

What's wrong with that?

Loose ends.

Moment we take out
that fat bastard,

we become a liability,

just like Ray-Ray
became a liability.

So we're taking them
both out?

What about Joey?

Yeah, what about Joey?

We'll talk to him
when he gets back.

He'll be fine.

clank!

What about the shots?

I mean, there's
no traffic at that hour.

Someone might
hear the noise.

Joey, you can't hear shit
in his place, and you know it.

The place is
practically soundproof.

Well, who's going to pull
the trigger on Leo?

He is.

Who?

Him?

Me? Wait a minute.
Mike, why me?

Wait a minute; why him?

Right.

Leo trusts him.

He can get behind him,
pop him in the head,

and he'll never see it coming.

That's right, Hooker.
That's right.

He'll never see it coming from you.

Well, can you do it, Hooker?

Can you do it?

Yes!

Yes, I can do it.

I have to.

We can't end up
like Ray-Ray, right?

That's right.

We cannot end up
like Ray-Ray.

What about Dennis?

What about Dennis?

Dennis, are you going to be able to handle this?

Guys, I can do this.

He's backup.

He'll be in a bar
with you and Shot.

And what are you doing, Mike?

What are you going to do?

I'm Hooker's backup.

Okay, wait a minute;
let me get this straight.

Okay, Mike, uh,

okay, Hooker--

Hooker is going after Leo.

You're backing him up, is that right?

Uh-huh.

Okay, then me and Shot
are going after--

Sam and Nick.

Sam and Nick.

And, Dennis, you're going
to back us up?

Is that right, Mike?

Correct.

So I'm in here
with you and Hooker.

No, Dennis, you're in the bar
with Joey and Shot.

All right, I got it.

♪ 'Cause I can't
help myself. ♪

Okay?

Okay.

♪ And I ain't got
no brand-new bag. ♪

Okay.

♪ Snatch it back
and hold it. ♪

♪ I want to tell you
where to sit. ♪

♪ All the kids
in the neighborhood ♪

♪ are doing
a brand-new dance. ♪

♪ Snatch it back
and hold it. ♪

♪ I want to show you
where it's at. ♪

So what's the Fat Man look like anyway?

Like you only smart.

No, really;
what's he look like?

He's big,
about 50, 55.

Good-looking guy too.

Heavy, but not bad-looking.

That's not how
I remember him.

Last time I saw the guy,
he was pretty thin, pretty fit.

The Fat Man?

Yeah, the Fat Man,
kind of looked like--

what's that guy's name,
Italian, the actor?

He's an opera singer too.

Paul Sorvino;
Big Porter from Goodfellas.

Yeah, but not quite as heavy.

You mean he looks like him

but thinner.

You are both wrong.

Tommy Barnett's
fat as a pig.

He looks like Brando
on a high-sodium diet.

That's bullshit, Shot.

He looks more like Sorvino than he does Brando.

You want to bet?

I sat right the fuck
across from the guy

in a restaurant not more than a month ago.

I was this close to this guy,

like from the front
of the hood to here.

They had to pull the table out every time he wanted to get up.

Okay, here we go.

That him?

Uh...

Come on.

That one guy's
pretty fat.

I can't tell.

I thought you sat
across from the guy.

Is that him or not,
Shot?

Uh...

Well?

No, that's not him.

He doesn't drive a Lexus.

That's not a Lexus, Shot;
that's a Mercedes.

What?

No, that's still not him.

That guy is way too young

and too thin.

You sat right across
from the fucking guy.

You can't tell?

Kiss my ass, okay?

So when do we do Leo?

As soon as we get back, Dennis.

I never really did like him.

Dennis, who cares?

Shut your fucking trap.

Guys, that's him
right there.

Yep, that's him,
the second guy back!

You're sure?
I'm positive.

Hooker, start the car.

All right, man,
I'm starting the fucking car.

Oh, shit.

Now look at
the fucking traffic.

We're not going
to get across.

Goddamn traffic.

Dennis,
get out of this car,

and tell these fucking people
to move.

Dennis, stay put,
and pull that fucking beanie.

That's him!

I'm telling you guys,
that's him!

Goddamn traffic.

Oh, fuck!

Wait; wait; wait.

Wait; he's coming back.

He's coming back; he's coming back.

Here it is, guys.

Ahh!crash!

Ah.

Mr. Barnett's hit!

Jesus.

Someone call 911!

Hurry!

Back the car up.

Put it in reverse, Hooker.

Right, right.

At approximately
10:35 this evening,

reputed crime boss Tommy Barnett of Detroit

was run down

outside his own swank restaurant here on Ivar.

Details are sketchy
at this time,

and police are keeping a tight control on information.

But rumor has it

that the driver of the car and passengers

were rival gangsters.

They sped off in a car,

and nobody knows exactly where they went.

Well, the--

When I heard the call
over the police radio,

I knew right then
that Michael and the crew

had done the hit on Barnett.

Who else would make
the move on Leo's main rival?

A quick call to the club
was the clincher.

Yeah, hello?

I want to talk to Michael.

Michael who?

Michael Moore.

I don't know any Michael Moore.

Listen up, asshole.

I want to talk
to Michael Moore right now.

Look, I don't give a fuck
who you want to talk to.

I don't know any Michael Moore.

Try another name.

All right, Joey.

Try this: if I don't talk
to that motherfucker tonight,

you tell him Billy said
he's a dead man.

You got that?

Just wait a minute.

Joey's nervousness gave it away.

He was covering for Michael;

there were no two ways
about it.

I warned Michael what would
happen if he broke the rules.

The time had come
for him to find out.

Who the fuck is Michael Moore?

You give them two, okay?

Okay, it's cool.

Fair deal, huh?

All right, we've got it
all worked out.

Hey, tiger.

Get in the car,
Squirrel.

Get in the car,
Squirrel!

Just wait--
ahh!

Ow! Ow!

This is harassment!

Ow!

What do you got, huh?

What are you doing?

Don't move
a fucking hand!

He's got a gun.

He's got a gun.

Get over here!

What's this?

It's my breast.

What's this?

It's my breast!

It's a lie.

It's a lie!

All right!

It's a lie.

Piece of shit.

Breast, lie: semantics, officer--

Okay!
Okay, I'm cool.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh-ho, oh-ho.

What's this?

Huh? Huh?

It's my fucking gun.

What do you think it is?

Billy.

That's one--

Ow!

Huh?

All right,
give me the other.

Give me the other.

Two.

Buckle my shoe.

You're adorable.

Get over here.

I'm getting;
I'm getting.

Calm down.

In the car.

I'm getting.

In the fucking car.

You're so rough.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Marilyn.

It's another lie.

Piece of shit.

Right in my face.

What the fuck
is wrong with you, Billy?

Every fucking time
I see you this week,

you're, like, turned
into a fucking crazy man

or something.

And now this bullshit?

What the fuck's
with you, huh?

You're going to replace
my fucking dope too.

That was everything
I fucking had.

You're going to deliver
a message for me.

I ain't gonna do shit
for you.

I can't even fucking walk.

You can walk.

No, I can't fucking walk.

Then crawl.

Billy.

Hey, I always treat you
like a gentleman?

Yes.

Huh?
Yes!

Then treat me
like a gentleman.

All right, cool.

Billy, come on.

I'll treat you
like a gentleman.

We're all gentlemen.

Put the fucking gun
down, man.

Fuck.
I mean, Billy--

All right.

Who's the message to?

Neil Richards.

Oh, do not--
you're not serious.

Billy, Billy,
come on, man.

How the fuck am I going
to deliver a message

to Neil Richards, huh?

Just listen to me.

All right.

And you'll learn something.

Okay.

I want you to go into this club
on Santa Monica Boulevard.

You ask for this guy, uh...

this guy Joey.

You bend his ear
for a while.

You get cozy with him.

Tell him you got
a message from a cop.

Okay.

Let me ask you
something, Billy--

just a hypothetical
kind of--

I go in there,
and I'm doing this ear bending,

and we're cozy
and everything.

Let's just say
he don't believe me.

Then what?

Then you're going to be
in a world of hurt.

All right.

What's the message?

You tell him
Michael Moore...

whacked down this guy,
Ray-Ray.

Michael Moore whacked down
this guy, Ray-Ray.

Well, anything else?

Yeah.

You get back to me
as soon as it's done.

Okay.

Can I at least
have my gun back?

Oh.

Well, who needs bullets,
right, Billy?

I have a right
to my degeneracy.

Yeah, you know?

Of course you do, Billy.

No one said
you didn't, man.

I'll call you as soon
as I'm done, okay?

All right,
dig you later, Billy.

Thomas Joseph Barnett was a man whose life spanned two worlds.

His father
wanted him to become

the legitimate businessman

that, in a sense,
he had become.

Mike, you think
Leo's going to buy it?

Well, he heard
the radio.

Rival street soldiers
ran him down.

Story at 11:00.

What the fuck
would you think?

It's a slam dunk.

You think they'll
find out our names?

Not unless you call
Connie Chung and tell her.

What kind of
a fucking comment is that?

Remember, nothing
out of the ordinary.

You go in;
you say hi to Joey.

Then you and Joey
clear the place out for us.

Dennis, you stay
with him, okay?

When you hear the shot
from the room, you unload.

You pop Leo's idiots.

What if they're
in the room?

If they're in the room,
Leo would ask them to leave.

He's not gonna talk
about a hit in front of them.

You sure?

Dennis, I'm sure.

Mike, I don't like Dennis
out there with Shot.

What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

'Cause you're
a crazy motherfucker,

and I don't want
my cousin shot.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm the one
that doesn't want to get shot.

Look at my backup.

Hey, fuck you, Shot.

I can shoot as good as you--

Hey, hey, hey!

Back off, all right?

Hang on for a second,
both of yous.

What'd you say?

Listen--
Fuck you.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, Shot.

Hey, both of yous.

We got a fucking plan
to carry out,

and we're going
to do it.

Hooker,
nothing changes.

Hooker's doing Leo;
I'm backing him up.

You guys, both of you--
get over here.

Get over here.

Both of you guys,

you're covering our backs
with Joey.

When you hear
the fucking shot--

We unload.

Shoot till they're all dead.

That's right.

Dennis, you better not
fuck up,

or I will shoot you
in the back.

You know what, Shot?

Maybe I'll shoot you in the back.

Dennis!
Dennis.

Shut the fuck up.

Hey, hey, hey,
both of you.

You want to shoot me
in the back?

Shut the fuck up,
I said.

You shut up.

Shot--
keep out of this.

You want to shoot me
in the back?

That's enough.

We got a fucking job
to do, so you--

Wait a fucking minute.

You guys are fucking
out of your minds.

What the fuck
you doing?

Keep your fucking mind
on the job at hand.

Keep the fuck
out of this.

You better--
We got
a fucking job to do.

So you get it together.

I am together,
motherfucker.

You ready?

Yes.

Are you ready?
Are you ready?

You nearly broke
my fucking jaw,

motherfucker!

Are you ready?
Yes, I'm ready!

You broke
my fucking jaw!

Pull it together.

Turn it around.

Turn it all around.

We're in a good mood.

Let's get
this job done.

We did a good thing.

Exactly.

Bring it up.
Let's go.

Come on.

Tommy Barnett--

Come on, boys.

Let's drink up.

Here you go.

...Barnett's body some 50 feet through the air.

To you, Tommy.

...on the hood of a sedan, which quickly fled the scene.

I always told him I'd dance
at his fucking funeral.

Well, here we go.

Hey, guys, come on.

Come on, you're nursing them, for Christ sake.

I told you,
I got to close early.

Let's go, huh?

Come on, let's go.

You'd better not fuck up.

Whoo!

Ah!

♪ Do-do, do-do. ♪

You know, it's a known fact
you're not supposed

to say nothing about the dead
unless it's good.

He's dead; good!

♪

Where the fuck is Dennis?

Guys?

We're going to have
to call it a night, okay?

Oh, God.

No more looking
over my shoulder.

That lousy motherfucker.

Whoo!

Hey, boys!

You hear about Barnett?

Heard on the radio.

Come on; I got
something to tell you.

♪ Come on, girl.

♪ Reach on out for me.

♪ Reach out for me.

clunk!

Listen, the media is really
eating this shit up--

hit-and-run driver
with passengers.

Give me a break.

Thank you.

Hey, nice of you
to join us, huh?

I had to go
to the bathroom.

Well, thanks for sharing
that piece of knowledge.

Have a seat, huh?

Hey, Mike, you know,
you are really impressing me.

Thank you.

In fact,
you all are.

Where's Shot?

He's in the john.

I hope he's not
still mad at me.

Tomorrow night, all right?

Freebies.

♪ And you need
a hand to hold. ♪

♪ Darling.

♪ Come on, girl.

♪ Reach out for me.

♪ Reach out for me.

♪

Hey, I suggest you grab that up
before he gets here

and the whole thing
disappears.

♪ To love and comfort you.

♪ And I'll be there

♪ to cherish
and care for you. ♪

Hey.

Get the fuck--
get the fuck--

Oh.

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

We're closed
for the night.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, we're closed.

Hey, you.

Buddy.

Buddy--
buddy, come on.

We're closed.

Who are you?

I work here;
come on.

We're closed.

♪ You're not in love now.

Leo, there's got
to be $2,500 here.

Exactly.
$2,500.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Leo.

Hey, no,
thank you.

You earned it.

And there'll be more,
much more,

as soon as we take over
Tommy's places.

Won't that
be nice?

Hey, Hooker,
lighten up, man.

This is a party.

You look like you're
about to make the hit.

Man, you just did it;
come on.

Oh, and that piece
of faggot in a YMCA.

What kind of
a place is this?

Come on, buddy.

Let go.

God damn it!

♪ To give you all
the love you need. ♪

Let's go.

Get him on his feet.

He's drunk.

I'm suing this place.

Go ahead,
sue the fucking place.

Out.

Come on.

Eat, man.

What's happening
to you up there?

Dennis, come here;
let me talk to you.

Now, look, did--did Mike
or Hooker talk to you

about what to say
if anybody on the street

asks you about
what went down tonight?

Mike did.

And what did
he say?

He said if anybody
asks anything at all,

not to say
anything.

That's right.

Now, what if you
get arrested

or somebody's trying
to shake you down, huh?

Same thing:
fuck 'em.

I don't say nothing,
not to nobody.

The only person
I talk to is you.

That's good.

That's good, man;
that's real good.

My man, okay.

You know what
we need down here?

We need some broads.

Sam, Nick,

you know
those two broads?

They came in here
the other night.

The one with the--
you know what it is.

Well, listen, I want them
down here tonight.

I want some;
you know what I mean?

Listen, and don't let anybody else down here.

All right.

There's chicks coming down here
that would suction out a Harley.

I'll get some more champagne.

Go ahead and do that.

Get off me.

Put on some air,
man, you know?

I feel like
I'm about to die.

Whoo!

All right.

Ah.

Hey, come on.

Come on;
give me some air.

You.

Where the fuck
are Sam and--

They're in
the back room.

Are they back there
or not, Joey?

They're been there
all night.

Then who the fuck is--
hey, who the fuck are you, kid?

Hey, whoa!

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck.

I'm sorry, kid.

Sorry my ass.

What's with him?

He's fucking crazy, man.

Hey, listen!

Kid, we got--

look, hey, look,
the bar is closed.

Yeah, well,
the door was open.

♪ Get ready,
'cause here I come. ♪

♪ If you want to play hide
and seek with love, ♪

♪ let me remind you,
it's all right. ♪

♪ But the loving
you're gonna miss ♪

♪ and the time
it take to find you-- ♪

This is for you.

Yeah?

I want you to have that.

Thank you, Leo.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Are you Joey?

I'm asking you to leave.

I'm asking,
are you Joey?

Yes.

Get our buddies a beer.

Hey, Sam.

Take it easy, man;
have a beer.

You got a problem.

Wyatt Earp fucking sticks
a gun in my face.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Whoa!

Wait; wait; wait; wait!

Stop, everybody!
Stop!

Hey, you know, man,

very few things in this life that matter to me.

One of them-- one of them is my little boy.

You got a son?

I have a son 20 months old.

The only thing I really want to do in this life

is to see him become a man.

Maybe he'll grow up and be a man like you.

You know what I mean?

Every night,

every night
before he goes to bed...

I sit him in my lap,
and I sing to him.

I sing him a little song.

♪ You are my baby.

♪ You are my son.

♪ Papa is with you

♪ till night is done. ♪

That was really beautiful.

I got the kid covered.

Put the gun down.

I got the kid covered!

Listen; listen; listen.

Holy fuck!

Oh!

This is a big
misunderstanding.

I don't want
any fucking trouble.

That was real nice, Leo.

Yeah.

Your boy's a lucky kid.

Yeah.

Let's work it out.

Work it out.
Work it out.

What the fuck
is he smiling at, huh?

What the fuck
is he smiling at?

Quit smiling,
motherfucker?

Nick, quit smiling

at the damn guy, damn it!

Put the gun down!

Oh, what the fuck
was that?

Oh!

Oh, fuck.

Is he all right?

Everything's
all right, Leo!

Hooker,
take out your gun.

Joey!

Joey, get out of here.

What the hell
is going on here?

What the hell is going on here?

Whoo!
What?

I'd like to ask you guys
the same thing.

What the hell
is going on?

What?

Do I have to kill
everybody, Mike?

Well...

you got me, Mr. Mike.

And you too, Hooker.

Hmm.

You scumbag.

Fuck you.

Hooker?

Pull the fucking trigger!

Dennis, take the knife
and slit his throat.

Mike, I can't.

The only way
you're going to get over

this fucking squeamishness
is to dig in.

Now, come on;
you're one of the crew.

What are you, crazy?

He can't do it.
Let somebody else do it.

Joey, he's going to pull
his fucking weight.

Mike, please.
I don't want to.

Dennis, take
the goddamn knife!

Dennis.

Take
the fucking knife.

Take the
fucking knife!

Go ahead.
Go ahead.

Quit fucking crying
about it, for Christ sakes.

Pull him over the toilet,
Hooker; come on.

múWhere?

I want you to lay it down
on that side.

Sigue.

Make sure
you burn this--

Wait.

Whoa.

All right;
all right.

Just go
and get the fuck back.

I'll take care of it.

Just go, Mike,
and get the fuck back.

Oh, Mike, where are
we going to take--

I just told you, the cat food
plant on Terminal Island.

Move it.

♪

♪ You know,
I'm traveling, baby. ♪

♪ You done have a stranger
in your land. ♪

♪

♪ Yes, you know
I'm traveling, baby. ♪

♪ You know I'm a stranger
in your land. ♪

♪

♪ And you know I'm that
tater-digging man, woman. ♪

♪ I want to tangle up
in your potato vine. ♪

♪

♪ I know you're
taking me digging ♪

♪ to dig around out
your potato vine. ♪

Honey!

I'm home.

When I returned to Michael's
place later that night,

I was numb
with the thought of him--

an ironic feeling,
actually,

believing you've caused
your lover's death.

♪

How are you doing?

I'm all right.

I'm all tired.

Oh, no, no.

Sorry.

Don't worry about it.

I'll be fine.

I wondered how things
got out of control.

Then I remembered
the rain and realized

Michael had brought it
on himself.

♪ I'd rather die

♪ before I believe

♪ all the things--

♪ Bop, doop,
boo-ba-da. ♪

♪ Ahh.

I don't know.

Listen, my price.

You know your musical tastes
are in the toilet?

Get out of here.
Give me that.

♪ Honey, what does up

♪ don't come down.

♪

What?

You know what I love most
about these times,

being with you?

What?

When I'm with you,
I'm--

I don't feel alone.

I'm not afraid.

♪ ...you could ever betray,

♪ oh, my love.

Do I have a decent bone
in my body?

You don't know
who I am, Billy.

I don't know
who I am.

Shakespeare.

♪ Oh, baby, baby, baby.

♪

♪ Girl, I work my fingers
to the bone. ♪

I feel good.

Yeah.

Really, really good.

And you know what?

I don't miss
Ray-Ray one bit.

How about you?

Michael.

Oh, Michael.

I didn't want you
to whack Ray-Ray.

I just wanted you
to set it up for me.

You worked for Ray-Ray.

All I needed is one fucking deal
so I can get to Leo.

You don't know
Ray-Ray, Billy.

You just don't bring
people to Ray-Ray.

I don't know Ray-Ray?

cEcE25 years of my fucking life,
I'm doing this.

I don't know Ray-Ray?

I know a thousand
fucking Ray-Rays

and their fucking families!

Michael.

Why did you fucking do this
to me?

Now...

I got to deal with Leo.

And Leo is gonna be after
your fucking ass.

And he's going
to find me too.

What do you mean,
he's going to find you?

I'm taking his shit back.

What do you mean, you're taking his shit back?

Don't be mad, Billy.

I did it for you.

Michael.

You don't know the predicament
you got me into.

I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

Come on.

All right.

All right.

Here's what
you're going to do.

I want you to keep
your finger off the trigger,

your cock in your pants,

and you hang
with Leo's crew.

You sit, you watch,

and you listen.

Okay.

And, Michael...

talk to me.

Okay.

Michael?

This shit gets out
on the street,

before it gets to my ear,
we're both fucked.

♪

You break it,
you buy it, man.

♪

When I didn't hear
from the snitch,

I knew something
went wrong.

I started to get
that bad feeling again.

When there was no answer
at the club,

the feeling got worse.

I wasn't sure how much
of what I was feeling

was due to the alcohol...

Or my own madness.

♪

But the question
wouldn't go away.

Was Michael still alive?

I had to know for sure.

♪

I didn't realize

there was going to be
so much fucking blood, man.

Well, so now what?

Go about
our business,

act like everything's
just fine.

And, Hooker, tomorrow
will you make me a list

of all of Leo's places
and finances, please?

Good.

It's going
to work out.

It's 5:30
in the morning, guys.

I'm going to sleep.

Hand me that bottle,
Hooker.

Thank you.

Good night.

Joey.

I took a look around.

You did a nice job.

Thanks.

♪ ...who won't wash
his dirty clothes. ♪

♪ But you got
to have cash money, ♪

♪ everybody knows.

♪ She might not work
the streets, ♪

♪ but her love
don't come for free. ♪

Are you going
to be all right?

I'm fine.

Listen, I don't know
where we're at,

but Mike is capable
of anything.

Don't fuck with him.

Good night, Joey.

Good night, Mike.

Good night, guys.

Hey.

I'll call you later.

Hi, honey.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to wake you, honey.

I didn't realize
how late it was.

No, no,
everything's fine.

Yeah.

I'll be home shortly.

I love you.

Yep.

I'm still going
to take Dennis out.

I mean, what's one more trip
to the cat food place, right?

♪ Does he love me?

♪ I want to know.

Hey, Hooker.

What do you think
your wife's going to do

when she finds out
about all this shit?

Shot, don't.

Huh?

♪ He'll make believe.

♪ If you want to know
if he loves you so-- ♪

Or when she finds out
that you whacked Leo.

Don't fucking do it, Shot.

♪ It's just his charm.

♪ In his warm embrace?

♪ Oh, no,
that's just his arm. ♪

♪ If you want to know--

♪ It's in his kiss.

Do what?

♪ Oh, it's in his kiss.

♪ Oh, kiss him.

What am I doing?

♪ And find out
what you want to know. ♪

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Did I piss you off?

It shouldn't.

And you know why?

'Cause you're
a big shot, Hooker.

Yeah.

Like Mike said,
you're the man, Hooker.

Nobody'll fuck with you.

I mean, who'd want to fuck
with any of yous?

Your family, that is.

What a bunch of pieces
of shit they are, huh?

Shut the fuck up.

Don't ever talk about
my fucking family,

you piece of shit
motherfucker.

♪ Oh, kiss him

♪ and squeeze him tight,

♪ and find out
what you want to know. ♪

♪ If it's love,
if it really is, ♪

♪ it's there in his kiss.

Just give me
a fucking excuse!

You know what, Hooker?

You are a fucking infant,
all of you!

If it was up to me,
you know what?

No, please!

What the fuck was that?

Okay.

Oh, no.

Hooker.

Oh, God, Hooker.

Mike!

Oh, Hooker.

Hooker.

Mike!

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Mike!

What have you done?

It was--it was
an accident, Mike.

I was just fucking
with him, you know,

just trying
to scare him, you know.

He grabbed the gun!
He grabbed the gun.

You stupid
son of a bitch!

Ah!

♪

Every fucking thing
I worked for--

Oh, God!

I'm hurt!

♪

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

♪

I said get up!

♪

Without Hooker,
we've got nothing.

crash!

No one respects you!

They don't know me!

Michael!

What exactly
are you doing?

I was doing exactly
what you asked me to do,

until you sent in
that fucking kid.

Don't make me out
to be the bad guy, Michael.

I needed to hear it
from you

when that shit went down
with Barnett.

Then, right then.

Mike, tell him!

Tell him!

I wasn't talking to him.

What is wrong with you?

Didn't you hear the news?

He was run down by a car!

Whose car was it, Michael?

Beats the shit out of me.

Call the cavalry and find out.

I did.

Nobody ID'd the car.

They only remember
four guys in ski masks.

He was hit by a car.

I'm trying to have
a conversation here.

God damn you, Billy.

He's telling the truth.

It wasn't us.

You're telling me

you had nothing to do
with that hit-and-run?

Absolutely nothing.

Would you not have heard
from me first?

That was our deal,
remember?

Our deal was to get Leo.

Mike, you made
a deal with a cop?

What am I dealing with,
brain damage, here?

Look, Billy,
what are we arguing about?

It isn't that bad.

Barnett is gone.

We can pin it on Leo, say he had
an informant on the inside.

Leo was going
to whack Barnett,

and now he's on the lam.

You're bullshitting me,
Michael.

Leo's not on the lam.

Leo is dead,

or else we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

All right, so he's dead!

So fucking what?

So what?
So what?

You've got more, not less.

Yeah.

It's perfect.
It's perfect.

I'm sorry.

Can we start over again?

Don't move.

My back
is starting to hurt.

Michael,

this may be
an inappropriate time,

but I was trying to tell you
at the wedding

I need to hear from you.

I was curious about what was
going on with you all week.

It's not the way it looks.

Michael, are you aware

there are two dead bodies
in this room?

I'm only responsible
for one of them.

It wasn't my fault.

He made me do it.

He made you do it?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Michael...

do you still love me?

What kind
of a question is that?

Oh, boy.

More games.

You're a fucking liar, Michael!

Yeah.

The real question is...

for $1 million in cash...

snatch the pebble from my hand.

Shaolin Temple reflexes.

Michael.

Michael?

For $1 million,
would you go for it?

For $1 million in cash.

You motherfucker!

Ladies and gentlemen,

you know, years ago,
I used to fancy

that I was a, you know,

one of these
cabaret singers.

And I used to, you know,
sit in with the band

every once in a while.

So I promised Hooker tonight

that I would give him
a special gift,

and, well, this is it.

So, Hooker, Vera,
this is for you.

All right, fellows.

♪

♪ Watching me watching you,

♪ it's so obviously true

♪ that it's your loving me

♪ that makes my life
a paradise. ♪

♪ Watching you watching me,

♪ it's so easy to see

♪ that it's my loving you

♪ that puts the starlight
in your eyes. ♪

♪ When lovers meet
and light a spark, ♪

♪ their eyes
give the game away. ♪

♪ Somehow it's a feeling
you can never hide, ♪

♪ no matter how hard you try.

♪ When lovers speak,
it's from the heart, ♪

♪ And all of the things
they say ♪

♪ are part of the magic
and the mystery ♪

♪ you hear in a gentle sigh.

♪ Watching you watching me,

♪ girl, ain't it easy to see

♪ that it's my loving you

♪ that puts the starlight
in your eyes? ♪

♪ Watching you watching me,

♪ girl, ain't it easy to see

♪ that it's your loving me

♪ that makes my life
a paradise? ♪

♪ The times we had,
the fun and games, ♪

♪ the things
that I can't forget, ♪

♪ we share in those
very special memories ♪

♪ all the lovers
can smile about. ♪

♪ I'm so glad
you feel the same. ♪

♪ There's nothing to regret.

♪ It's great what a simple
love affair can do ♪

♪ to bring all
your feelings out. ♪

♪ Watching you watching me,

♪ girl, ain't it easy to see

♪ that it's my loving you

♪ that puts the starlight
in your eyes? ♪

♪ Watching me watching you,

♪ girl, I believe
that it's true ♪

♪ that it's your loving me

♪ that makes my life
a paradise. ♪

♪ There's a language
spoken only by lovers, ♪

♪ words and phrases that they
make with their eyes. ♪

♪ You can try it,

♪ but you never
can change things. ♪

♪ Love won't compromise.

♪ Don't make me do it.

♪

♪ Let's celebrate
what life's about. ♪

♪ Let's sing out the melody.

♪ The words and the music
to our song of love ♪

♪ are sweeter than anything.

♪ 'Cause if we wait,
we might lose out ♪

♪ on things
that were meant to be, ♪

♪ with all of the secrets
that your heart can hold ♪

♪ left dangling
on a string. ♪

♪ Watching you watching me,

♪ girl, ain't it easy to see

♪ that it's my loving you

♪ that puts the starlight
in your eyes? ♪

♪ Watching me watching you,

♪ girl, I know you know
that it's true, ♪

♪ oh, sweet girl,
I love you. ♪

♪ Mmm. ♪

All right.

All right.

Thank you, fellows.