Prizzi's Honor (1985) - full transcript

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The Partanna baby. My baby.

Angelo, my oldest,
dearest friend...

your son, he lost his mother...

but he's got another father.
I'm his father now, with you.

I will be as one with you...

protecting his future. Yeah.

We are honoured, Don Corrado.

Raise the first finger
of your right hand.

This drop of blood...

symbolises your birth
into our family.

We are one until death.



We protect you...

so must you protect Prizzi honour.

- Do you swear it?
- Yes.

Now that you have sealed a
truly Christian marriage...

give these wedding rings to
each other, saying after me:

"In the name of the Father, and of
the Son, and of the Holy Spirit...

"take and wear this ring...

"as a sign of my love...

"and fidelity."

"In the name of the Father...

"and of the Son...

"and of the Holy Spirit...

"take and wear this ring...

"as a sign of my love...



"and fidelity.

"In the name of the
Father, and of the

Son, and of the
Holy Spirit, amen."

Fella, watch it.

See that girl up
there? The blonde?

In lavender, the gloves?

Look, pal, I'd like to help you.

But I got to take shots of the

notables, the bishops,
commissioners.

Do you want something?
What can I do for you?

I want some shots of that woman
up there in the lavender...

You got it. My pleasure.

Yeah? Okay, here.

Take care of yourselves.

Don't tell me that was
Charley Partanna?

- Himself.
- Holy shit.

Give me a ride over
to the reception.

It's worth a half a dozen veal
steaks on the Prizzi meat company.

You got it, Charley. Jump in.

Okay, quiet down.

Ladies and gentlemen...

my brother, Eduardo and I...

want to introduce you to a man
who needs no introduction...

our father, your dear friend...

a legend to his people...

Don Corrado Prizzi.

My father welcomes all of you
to this great family occasion.

He said that you should
have a good time.

He offers his toast of love to the

happiness of the
bride and groom...

and he wishes them many children.

Excuse me. Would
you care to dance?

Yes.

Some spread, huh?

Haven't I seen you before?

I'm sure I'd remember.

I mean, maybe you
went to Marymount

with the bride or something.

Could never miss you.

And you are?

Charley Partanna.
Pleased to meet you.

Miss. Telephone, lady.

- Telephone?
- I'll be right back.

Hello, Aunt Amalia.

Maerose, my daughter.

Papa actually invited me to
my own sister's wedding.

Imagine that.

He must be getting
soft in his old age.

Cara, let me look at you.

So, Aunt Amalia,
what do you think?

Such a one, you are.

Always making a show of yourself.

Come on, Aunt Amalia, I got
a reputation to live up to.

I'm the family scandal.

Everybody would be
disappointed if I stopped.

Have you paid your respects
to your father yet?

Do I have to?

Sure, you have to. Come
on, let's go together.

Hello, Papa.

She came to pay her
respects. Speak to her.

Then how come she
ain't dressed right?

If she's so respectful...

how come she shows up
at a family wedding...

dressed like a devil whore?

Don't worry, Aunt Amalia,
he'll get his one day.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Kid.

Where's the lady you
took to the telephone?

How should I know, mister?

- Who told you to go get her?
- Some old guy, I don't know.

Okay, here.

Watch out for them
cannolis, there.

Thanks, mister.

Hello, Charley.

- Hi, Maerose.
- Hi.

- How are you, Mae?
- Fine, Charley. You?

I'm fine, too.

- How's the decorating business?
- It's just great, Charley.

We're always busy.
Everything is art deco now.

Art who?

Charley, art deco. You
know, after art nouveau.

It's a style. It's not a person.

You know, it's like
all that Erte stuff.

Oh.

Goddamn.

What's the matter, Mae?

I should have known to stay away.

What happened?

I went to say hello to my
father. He called me a whore.

I'm sorry.

Listen, Mae, what you got to do
is forget about your father.

Forget about the environment.

They're never gonna take you
back anyway, so screw them.

They don't deserve you.

Especially that fucking Dominic.

Mae, you're still beautiful.

Why don't you find
yourself someone who

has nothing to do
with the families?

Settle down...

have a couple of kids, a life.

Practise your meatballs.

Sure, Charley. Thanks
a hell of a lot.

You're a big help.

Are you the guy that
took the pictures?

- Yeah.
- So when do I get to see them?

They're in the lab, Mr. Partanna.

I'll get them to you as soon as
they're out, about noon tomorrow.

Okay, meanwhile, give me her name.

Her name?

Yeah, the name. Her name,
for Christ's sake.

Jesus, Mr. Partanna, I didn't get
no name. I thought you knew her.

For Christ's sake...

- Hello?
- Mae?

She ain't here.

- Do you want to leave a message?
- Who is this?

This is the girl.

Ask her, and this is
very important...

ask her if she knows a
woman at the wedding...

who wore a lavender dress.

- You got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

Make sure she calls me, you hear?

Now, tell me your name, and
I'm gonna send you $10.

$10?

This is Miss Peaches.

Okay, Peaches.

Now, you tell Miss Prizzi
she has to call me...

- no matter how late, tonight.
- Okay.

Okay, Peaches. Thank
you. Bye, bye.

Hey, Partanna.

Gallagher, Homicide.

What's up?

Somebody tagged Sal
Netturbino this afternoon.

Yeah? Who done it?

Where were you between
2:00 and 5:00 today?

I was at the wedding, Corrado
Prizzi's granddaughter's wedding.

What did I tell you? They're all

gonna turn out to
be at the wedding.

Come on, we're taking you in.

You couldn't be cleaner, right?

- Who made the hit, Pop?
- We did.

We did? How come we did? I
don't know nothing about it.

That's the best way, ain't it?

Who hit him?

Out-of-town talent. It
was a specialist job.

How come?

Dominic told me to set it up so we

couldn't have nothing
to do with it.

We was all at the wedding.

You have any luck?

What kind of message was that?

Who can remember a girl
in a lavender dress?

I was wearing a pink
and black dress.

So you don't know who she is?

The woman in the lavender dress?

Go soak your head.

Yeah?

Mr. Partanna, please. It's
Irene Walker calling.

- What?
- Is this Charley Partanna?

Yeah.

I hope you don't mind
my calling so late.

I just wanted to
apologise for running

out the way I did this afternoon.

This is you? Irene Walker?

I recognise the voice, but I
didn't get your name before.

I just wanted to explain. I
hope you don't think I'm rude.

Rude? No.

You could never be rude.

Say, listen...

why don't we get together
later, like for a late dinner?

When? You mean tonight?

I could pick you up,
like, in half an hour.

But I'm in California.

California?

That's where I live.
I had to come home.

How about lunch tomorrow?

All right.

How about the bar at
the Bel Age Hotel?

That would be
tremendous. What time?

- About 2:00?
- Great.

I was scared I was never
gonna see you again.

- What was that you said?
- I ordered us a drink.

Something I think you'll like.

Say it again.

What is it? Something
Puerto Rican or something?

Yes, I guess it could be.

Pineapple juice with rum.

I had it in Cuba.

What were you doing in Cuba?

I was on my honeymoon.

I didn't know you was married.

My husband left me four years ago.

I don't know where he is.
I don't want to know.

He left you?

Crazy, huh?

I could find him for you.

Let him stay lost.

You might want to get
married again someday.

Maybe.

But until that happens, I guess
I don't want to know about him.

What about you? Are you married?

Once, I was almost married.

Maerose was her name.

We grew up together.

One night, we had a big fight...

because I was dancing too
much with this other girl.

I suppose I did it
on purpose, because

I wanted to make her jealous.

So she flew off to
Mexico with a guy...

shacked up in a hotel.

Her father sent some goons
down there to clobber the guy.

Brings her back to
the States, then he

don't let her in
back into his house.

That was four years ago.

And that's it?

You know, she can't even
go to Brooklyn anymore...

unless it's a special occasion.

Weddings, funerals,
stuff like that.

We're still friends.

She's a decorator. She did my

apartment. Real nice
job she did, too.

That's some family you've got.

Anyway, I like your coat.

Do you?

A coat like this would stand
out in New York, you know?

My father always says it's
better to stand out...

because of how serious you
are, instead of, you know...

the clothes, the
cars, diamond rings.

For men, that is.

What am I doing all
the talking for here?

How come I met you at the Prizzi
wedding, and you ain't no wop?

The bishop who married
them wasn't Italian.

No, he's a Polack.

So am I.

Walker is a Polack name?

It was Walkiewicz. I shortened it.

My maiden name was
Maida Walkiewicz.

Either way...

you're sure one
beautiful woman to me.

I guess I felt that Walker sounded
more like a tax consultant should.

You're a tax consultant?

What do you do when you consult?

I save people money.
Show them the angles.

There are a lot of angles.

Like this L.A. corporation had a
guy kidnapped in the Middle East.

So I told them that
the ransom money

was tax-deductible
as a theft loss.

- Things like that.
- That's terrific.

Shall we?

- Go?
- Yeah, sure.

- We'll take my car?
- Okay.

- What kind of a car is this?
- An Excalibur.

The Japanese make them in
England for the Arab market.

- It's a great California car.
- It's a great any place car.

Jesus, it must cost though, huh?

It wasn't free, but think what
it will cost in two years.

- Like to eat outside?
- Yeah.

Irene,

I got to say it, I can't sleep.

I'm a grown man,
middle-aged maybe, even.

But nothing...

nobody in my life has
ever affected me...

anything like the way
that you make me feel.

I love you.

That's it. That's everything.

I love you.

I think I'm in love
with you, too, Charley.

Not "in love." "In
love" is temporary.

Then you move on to
the next "in love."

Everybody's always falling
in and out of love.

I know this.

I remember everything, I read
about it in the magazines.

When you're just "in
love," it's just...

Wait a minute...

a hormonal secretion which
changes the sense of smell...

so as to affect somebody
in a certain way.

That's what "in love" is.

Who needs it?

Love?

I mean, I love you, I think.

That sounds like I'm hedging...

but I don't know how to say it,
because I've never said it before.

All my life, I've had
to protect myself...

and you can't protect
yourself from

anything when you love somebody.

I love you, Charley.

What's that they're playing?

That's Noche de Ronda.

I'm never gonna forget it.

I'm never gonna forget this dress.

I'm never gonna forget
anything about today.

Wherever we go, whatever it is...

whenever they play this song...

this is gonna be our song.

Everything being...

equal...

would you marry me?

- Everything being equal...
- Yeah.

I'll marry you, Charley.

Yeah.

Here, have a cigar.
Pass them around.

- Sure. Yeah, my favourites.
- Thanks.

They're really fabulous.

So delicious, very good.

Charley, come in. You
know Cyril Bluestone?

- Hello, Charley.
- How are you?

Here, you want a cigar, Charley?

Sit down.

Now, Cyril, you tell him...

what happened at the big
casino, those dirty bastards.

I've been president of the three

Prizzi casinos in
Vegas for 20 years.

And I have never seen a
scam like this before.

I've got 14 phony IOUs here.

They come to $722,085.

When the collectors go
to pick up the money...

the player that signed
the IOU is dead...

from some bad cold or something,
before he signed the paper...

or he was some place else and
he wasn't in Vegas to sign it.

Every piece of paper is

countersigned. That's
house rules...

by Louis Palo, the
acting manager, and

a man in the cage, Marxie Heller.

They had to have been
working together.

I don't get it.

Louis takes paper to the cage,
all he gets back is chips.

- That's house rules, too.
- Yeah.

Now the pit boss tells me
there's a woman in it.

He says that he twice saw Louis...

bring two big racks of $1,000
plates to this woman...

and she went to the
cashier's window.

He didn't think anything
of it at the time.

So where's Louis and Heller?

Louis caught a bullet in the head,
and Heller's holed up in L.A.

He's got a wife out there.

They found Louis across the
front seat of his car...

in the parking lot at Presto

Ciglione's bar, way
out in the Strip.

I knew Louis when he was a helper
on an ice truck 30 years ago.

We taught him his trade.

He wasn't smart enough to
figure a scam like this.

So I guess the first thing
to do is find Marxie Heller.

I remember him now. He always
wore a silver toupee on a job.

He had dark brown bags
under his eyes...

like he was carrying coffee
grounds in them or something.

That's him. He was good
with figures. Steady.

But he got TB.

Charley,

Louis Palo was a thief,
but he was ours.

Heller must have iced
him, so you ice Heller.

Okay.

What do you want, my friend?

The Prizzis sent me.

Where's your wife, Mr. Heller?

She's at the supermarket.

And just who are you?

Charley Partanna.

Where's the money, Marxie?

"Straight Arrow" Charley.

The all-American hood.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Get up on your feet. Come on. Up.

Put your hands up, just
spread, that's right.

I think you broke my wrist.

You won't need it. Come on.

I'm home, dear.

Marxie's not here, Mrs. Heller.

What are you doing here?

Why didn't you call first?

You always call first.

You're Marxie Heller's wife?

You're married to Marxie Heller?

- Where's the money?
- Money?

No bullshit.

Your husband killed Louis Palo
for the money. Where is it?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You've really knocked
me for a loop here.

- Where's Marxie?
- Dead. In the trunk of his car.

Stop this cheap bullshit.

Where's the money that your
husband and Louis Palo...

scammed from the
Prizzis in Las Vegas?

Maybe I do know
something about it.

He had a bag with him.

I'll show you.

It could be in here. It's the
only place I know it could be.

You're short.

I'm short?

I got $360,000 here. Half.

Half?

Don't keep telling me what I just

said. Where's the
rest of the money?

You got to believe me.

I didn't even know the money was

there. How could I
know it was short?

When Marxie came home
three nights ago...

after being away from me for five

years, he threw that
bag in the closet.

That's all I know.

Ever ask him why he came
back after five years?

Charley, please try
and understand.

I was glad when
Marxie showed up...

because it gave me a chance
to ask him for the divorce.

You want to know what I remember?

I remember you
coming in that door,

and saying, "I'm home, dear."

Is that the way they ask
for a divorce these days?

Charley, I could see
how sick he was.

I didn't need to ask him.

He only had a few weeks left.

Poor Marxie.

In all the years that I
knew Marxie Heller...

he never yelled at me, or
hit me, or stole my money.

He was my friend.

If it wasn't for him,
I'd probably still

be earning my living on my back...

with half of the take going
to your pals in Chicago.

It was his idea that I
study bookkeeping...

and he got me a job on
the main wire, too.

Then he talked them into
making me a courier...

and told me to study
the tax laws while I

was flying back and
forth to Switzerland.

Marxie was always there for me
like nobody else in my life.

And I loved him. Not like I
love you, but I loved him.

Now that's the God's
honest truth, Charley...

and if you don't
believe me, why don't

you kill me and get it over with?

I can't.

I can't change the way
I feel about you.

I look at you...

and I see what I want to see.

That's what love is.

If you were anybody else,
I'd blow you away.

But I can't.

I have to believe this.

How did it go out there?

Half right.

I got back $360,000.

How come only half?

I talked to Heller, he
won't say nothing to me.

So I pay him off with ba-bing.

Then the wife comes home.

We talk, no problem.

She brings me the money which
she thinks is there...

because Heller brought a satchel
home with him when he came.

I count. It's only half.

You worked her over?

She was scared. She knew
I tapped her husband.

I think she's telling the truth.

What happened to Louis' split?

I don't know, Dominic.

Well, somebody's got our $360,000.

Find it.

Okay.

When I close my eyes and eat
your cooking, Charley...

I think your mama's still with us.

Thanks, Pop.

You think Dominic believes that
I copped that other $360,000?

What the hell, Charley. The
money had to go somewhere.

Dominic hates your guts, anyway.

Yeah, that's getting real
bad. He never lets up.

He don't eat right. Look,
he never eats like this.

He's got permanent
heartburn from that place

he eats at, Tucci's, I
think they call it.

They make that Neapolitan garbage.

It's not like this.

Well, the man can't hate me
because he don't eat right, Pop.

Believe me.

I know how Dominic's mind works.

His whole life turned
out miserable.

He has to blame someone.

Every time he sees you, he's
reminded of the shame...

Maerose put on you, on
him, and the whole family.

You forgot. Not Dominic.

He probably worked
it all around, so

the whole mess is all your fault.

If he could have you
hit, he'd have you hit.

Great dinner, Charley.

What's the occasion?

I wanna show you the woman.

The one that I went to
California to see about.

Ain't she beautiful?

Well, I like a kind of darker,
more round woman myself.

I see you got a picture
of me with her.

- Pop, what are you doing?
- Jesus, Charley...

she was the outside talent...

we brought the day of the wedding
to make the Netturbino hit.

She was the speciality hitter.

Let me give you a
hand with the dishes.

No, that's...

I'll just stack.

The girl'll take care of
that in the morning. Thanks.

All right.

Well, then, I'll
just head on home.

Getting late by my clock.

- Great dinner, Charley.
- Thanks.

- Good night, Pop.
- Good night, Son.

Thanks a lot.

Maerose? Charley.

Charley, what is this?
It's 12:45 in the morning.

It's the second time you're
calling me in almost four years.

Mae, listen.

- I broke that vase.
- The vase? What vase?

That special vase that matches
the border on the rug.

The one you knocked yourself
out trying to find.

Charley, what are you,
out of your mind?

- Are you alone?
- Of course I'm alone, Mumpola.

I gotta see you.

What's with you?

I gotta talk.

You wanna talk out here, or you
wanna come in and sit down?

Sure.

This is a beautiful setup
you got here, Mae.

The colours are right.
That's what counts.

Everybody sees shapes differently,
but colours are forever.

Yeah.

Why did you call, Charley?

We wasted a lot of time, Mae.

Four years. You call
that a lot of time?

How come you didn't
wait till I was 50?

You could have been a fat wop
broad by the time you were 50.

You want to do it, Charley?

Is that what you want?

Woah.

Take it easy. What the hell, Mae?

Nobody took it slower
than me, Charley.

Four years.

Answer the question.
You want to do it?

Yeah.

So,

let's do it.

- With all the lights on?
- Yeah.

Right here on the Oriental...

with all the lights on.

Mamma Mia.

Thanks.

What's your problem, Charley?

It certainly isn't
the goddamn vase.

How can I tell you, of all people?

But I got nobody
else I can talk to.

It's about a woman.

Go ahead, tell me anyway.

How can I feel worse than I
used to feel before last night?

We grew up together.
We're the same people.

What the hell, Charley? The
calendar takes care of everything.

Met her in a church.

It just happened.

I knew she was the woman for me.

She organised a scam in Vegas.

I go looking for the bad guy, and
it turns out to be my woman.

Can you imagine this?

Not only that...

Pop tells me she's the piece man
for the Netturbino contract.

Just the same, I love her, Mae.

I love her.

Well.

How can I live with this? I've
got to do something about it.

I've got to straighten it out.

Then do.

Do what? Do I ice her? Do I
marry her? Which one of these?

Marry her, Charley.

Just because she's a
thief and a hitter...

doesn't mean she's
not a good woman

in all the other departments.

If she were some kind
of fashion model,

it wouldn't last
more than 30 days.

But you and she are in the
same line of business.

You are lucky you found each
other, you know that, Charley?

- Yeah, I guess.
- She's an American.

She had a chance to make a
buck, so she grabbed it.

Marry her, Charley.

Then at least I'll be able
to get something out of it.

I'll be able to go
back in the family.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Shall we have them
play Noche de Ronda?

- Yeah.
- Would you ask them?

- I've been all shook up.
- Why?

I know everything.

I know you made the
hit on Netturbino,

after the wedding
reception, when we met.

I know you've been scamming us
with Louis and your husband.

I did the work on Netturbino.

I had nothing to do with what
Marxie and his partner did.

Louis Palo was so suspicious that
he checked the car for bombs...

every time he started it.

But he would have let
some beautiful broad

walk over, get in,
and sit on his face.

No matter how you got it in your
head, Charley, you're wrong.

I had nothing to do with it.

Charley.

Did you mean it that first night,
when you asked if I'd marry you?

All right.

The Prizzis are gonna have to
believe me, because I believe you.

When can we get married?

Let's have another one of
those pineapple drinks.

The honeymoon has already started.

Kiss me, Charley.

In public?

Pop? Charley.

I'm in L.A., and that ain't all.

I'm gonna get married.

- The same woman, the contractor?
- Yeah.

She's Polish, but the family
will get used to that gradually.

Every time she walks
in a room, the other

women in the family
will have to shut up.

But I know how you
feel about it. I won't

try to stop nature.
Good luck, Son.

Thanks, Pop.

Say listen, the Don wants you here
for a big meeting tomorrow night.

Jesus, Pop, what
about my honeymoon?

You'll have it in Brooklyn.

Shit.

What do you say we go
for some confetti...

and maybe a couple of pictures?

Whatever you say, honey.

God, Charley. If Marxie
could only see me now.

- What's so funny?
- Me marrying a Sicilian.

You know, I can just hear him.

He always use to say,
"The Jews in this

business are bad
enough, darling...

"but the Sicilians, they'd
rather eat their children...

"than part with money, and they
are very fond of their children."

If Marxie Heller is
so fucking smart,

how come he's so fucking dead?

Next.

The gentleman at the end of the
table is Mr. Alvin Gomsky.

He's treasurer of the 18th largest
bank in the United States...

of which we own 25 percent.

Now, I asked Mr. Gomsky
to come here today...

so you can hear from his own
mouth what has been happening.

The bank president, Mr. Robert

Finlay, is stealing
from the bank...

principally through crooked
foreign exchange deals.

If he's allowed to
continue, the bank

will go under in less than a year.

Thank you, Mr. Gomsky.

Harry go.

See Mr. Gomsky to his car.

Robert Finlay's real name...

is Rosario Filargi.

Now, anybody who'd change his
name from Filargi to Finlay...

is also stupid enough...

to think that we wouldn't
protect our 25 percent.

Tell them our plan, Eduardo.

We are gonna kidnap Filargi.

He's covered with $2.5 million
in kidnap insurance...

so that's the tag on him
when we make the snatch.

We know the insurance company will
pay, because as Charley stated...

that ransom money
is tax-deductible.

We are also going
to leave a trail...

so the Feds will think Filargi
organised the whole thing...

cheating the bank, milking
the insurance company.

When the shit hits the fan...

we can buy another
good-size chunk of the

bank for about 10
cents on the dollar.

We get controlling interest.

Eventually...

we stand to make $60-70 million.

Thank you, Eduardo, my son.

Some men suffer most when
you take their lives.

Life is what is sweetest to them.

To Filargi, money is sweetest.

We'll leave him with his life and

without money or
any way to get it.

Marron, Don Corrado,
that's beautiful.

I almost feel sorry for the guy.

Beautiful is right.

I like most beautiful
things, Charley.

This one is very simple.

We rely on you.

How do you want me to handle it?

Pick your own people.
We don't want to know.

Dominic, my son, stay
with me a moment.

Maerose has written
to me, Dominic.

The man she wronged has
married another woman.

Now, Maerose has suffered,
Dominic, as you have suffered...

during the years of her disgrace.

Now honour is protected.

I beg you, on my knees...

show compassion.

Here, read her letter.

Look how the child loves you.

She wants to take care of you.

Send her to me, Papa.

She's my daughter again.

What we've got to do is take
care of the bodyguard...

and get Filargi down to our
van in the basement, right?

There's only three
apartments on the floor.

This one is Filargi's,
we get the other two.

How you gonna do that?

One of them is empty.
This one, we rent it.

The other one, we send
matinee theatre tickets...

and a heavy-duty lunch invitation
to the dame that lives there.

A limo picks her up
and brings her back.

She thinks it's a prize that she's

getting for helping
to plant tulips...

at the public library last year.

She'll go, all right? Now...

every day, Filargi's
bodyguard comes out first...

he goes to the elevator,
pushes the button,

when it gets there,
he puts it on hold.

Then he goes back to the apartment
and knocks on the door.

That's when Filargi comes out.

Now, you know, you guys, you
need a woman on this stand.

- A woman?
- Yeah.

Look, Charley, a woman
comes out of the

south apartment, holding a baby...

after Filargi's bodyguard gets
him out of his apartment.

She smiles at them.

She goes "goo-goo Ga-Ga" to the
baby, then she tosses it...

at the bodyguard, who
naturally tries to catch it.

While he's doing that, she gets
her piece out and covers him.

Then you come out of
the other apartment.

You take Filargi to the garage.

Then she takes the
bodyguard to Filargi's

apartment, does the
job on him there.

That's good.

For Christ's sake.

Where we gonna get a baby?

Where we gonna find a broad
would do something like this?

Where? Here. Me.

- We'll get a fake baby.
- Good thinking, Irene.

You guys work it out. I got a
terrific dinner almost ready.

Just be a couple of minutes.

What's the matter with you?

I didn't get married so my
wife could go on working.

Charley, she's right,
and you know it.

Throwing a baby, why, that's
strictly a masterpiece.

If the Prizzis ever found out I
used my own wife on this job...

I couldn't hold my head up.

I'd be the laughing stock of every
family in Brooklyn and New York.

Who's gonna know, Charley?

And anyway, what's a little honour
compared to $60-70 million?

Gentlemen, dinner is served.

Coming, Papa.

Jesus, Mae...

you look awful.

My beautiful daughter has
turned into an old woman.

Charley Partanna did this to you.

He had a chance to become
part of the Prizzi family.

He had no use for you.

Oh.

He had a use for me, Papa.

He came to my place in New York...

the night before he left to
marry the woman in California.

And he forced himself on me...

and he did it to me.

- He did it to you?
- Yeah, Papa.

He screwed me three times,
maybe four. I can't remember.

You wash out your
filthy mouth, you hear?

How can you say such
things to your own father?

He done that to you? Are you sure?

Am I sure?

Papa, you should see the
size of him, you should.

Shut up. How can you say
such things to your father?

- Where's your honour?
- Are you kidding, Papa?

I have no honour anymore.

Here, Papa.

Come on.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Do you mind?

Catch.

No, no, please.

I must have the wrong floor.

Oh, my God.

No blood stains.

Okay, come on, let's move them.

I had to hit her. She was
looking straight at me.

You done right. Really.

I can't get over it.

I mean, what kind of creep
wouldn't catch a baby?

If it was real, it would
have been crippled for life.

He wasn't paid to
bodyguard no baby.

When the Don gets what he wants,
I'll ask him for some time...

we go to the old country,
have a real honeymoon...

maybe even a real baby.

God, Charley, I love you.

What's going on?
What are you doing?

- See you at dinner.
- Okay, dear.

Recapping our top
stories at this hour,

there are new
developments in that...

- Phone, Charley.
- Shut up. I want to hear this.

Police have now
identified both victims.

One of them was a
police captain's wife.

Shit.

The man found with her
was the bodyguard...

of bank president, Robert Finlay.

Finlay's apartment is right
next door to the one...

where the two bodies
were found. Bank

officers reported him missing...

when he didn't show up at
a meeting Monday morning.

Police now speculate
he has been kidnapped.

They also believe that
Victoria Caihane,

who'd gone to visit
in the building...

stumbled accidentally into
the scene of the crime.

How about this? First, she's
got to push the wrong button.

And then, the broad turns
out to be a cop's wife.

The phone's still waiting.

Matinee theatre tickets
for a Broadway show.

A limousine picked them up, and
returned them after the show.

We will have more late-breaking
news after this pause.

- Yeah?
- Hi, honey.

Were you watching the TV just now?

Yeah.

A police captain's
wife. Just my luck.

Yeah, all hell's gonna break
out over this, Irene.

The cops don't like it much when
you hit one of their wives.

But it was an accident.

Mr. Ciglione?

Miss Prizzi, would you like
to come to my office, please?

Miss Prizzi, would you
care to have a drink?

I'll have a Babycham.

Babycham?

You heard what the
lady said, a Babycham.

Please, sit down, Miss Prizzi. I
think I got something for you.

Sit down over there.

Is that the broad? Tell the lady.

I was using this camper as a
trick room in the parking lot.

As I lifted up my
head from the job,

I seen this woman in hot pants...

run into the lights
of the car where

Louis Palo caught it in the head.

She was in the car a couple of
minutes, then she gets out...

and she goes to the trunk and
she takes out a satchel.

- Then she fades.
- Same woman?

Yeah, it's the same one.

Why don't you go on one
of those cruises, honey?

You've reached the answering
machine of 555-4375.

No one can take your
call right now.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

Meet me on the
Promenade, Brooklyn.

7:00 p.m. tomorrow. Full price.

I'll be at the south end, on a
bench, reading Popular Mechanics.

You the contractor?

How much?

It depends. Some hits are tricky.

Who is it?

A Brooklyn fellow,
Charley Partanna.

Charley Partanna.

Amalia told me that you want to
thank me for bringing you home?

Who else?

You are blood of my blood.

You're flesh of my flesh. Yeah.

And as long as I'm able...

I'm gonna think about
your well-being.

- Thank you, Grandfather.
- Yeah.

You have drawn me
back from purgatory.

I wish you had been a son.

You are a true Prizzi.

You like to have a cookie?

It is I who must offer
you a gift, Grandfather.

- A gesture of my gratitude.
- I have always enjoyed gifts.

Who is this handsome lady?

That is Charley Partanna's wife.

Well?

Grandfather, my gift to you
is not only the pictures...

but also what they mean.

Louis Palo was killed in a
parking lot in Las Vegas.

- I know.
- I took these pictures there.

There was a woman
who'd been turning

tricks in a camper
in the parking lot.

She told me she saw this woman
get into a car with Palo.

After a minute, she got
out, went to the trunk.

She took out a satchel.

- This woman?
- Yes, Grandfather.

She killed Palo...

and she stole $720,000 from us.

She gave back half
to save herself.

What do you want me to do?

She dishonoured us.

You are like me.

We forgive nothing.

Now what would that do
to Charley Partanna?

She must pay, like anybody else.

To do what you ask, that
would cause Charley...

great pain.

What is that compared to
the honour of the Prizzis?

Charley is like my son.

I pledged to be his second father
on the day that he was born.

- Grandfather.
- Shut up.

Have another cookie, my dear.

What we're here for is
to tell you what we're

telling all the
families in this town.

All contracts are off until we get

whoever killed Captain
Calhane's wife.

- How do you mean, Davey?
- He means nothing is happening.

We're coming down hard on you.

A police captain's wife
has been murdered.

You got narcotics, right?
Plus loan sharking.

Plus horse books, football,
basketball, boxing...

as well as what you take out of

restaurants and the
trucking business.

There's a couple of
million in television

sets that fall off trucks
every week, right?

We're gonna put them all out
of business, as of now.

It'll cost us hundreds
of thousands,

but that's the way it's gonna be.

Davey, I've been
doing business with

the Police Commissioner's squad...

for 40 years now.

We always went under one rule: you

take our money, you
leave us alone.

The more pressure
you put on us, the

more money you'll cost yourselves.

There ain't a cop
that's had to get along

on straight police
pay for a long time.

Yeah.

Look, Angelo, our
people don't like

this any better than you do...

but this one's a point
of honour with us.

You understand that, Angelo?

You're a fine looking woman.

Charley Partanna is a lucky man.

Thank you for coming.

What a surprise you gave us
with this sudden wedding.

Well,

We just sort of swept
each other away.

I understand. I was young once.

But this marriage of yours...

has troubled me.

Why, Don Corrado?

The people at Presto
Ciglione's place in

Vegas have looked at
pictures of you...

and they told us that
you killed Louis Palo.

Under ordinary circumstances...

you would have to be punished...

because those who steal must pay.

But you're the wife
of my godson...

and I've searched to find some
way to show you clemency.

What can I do?

You got the other
half of the $720,000?

Yes.

- Was Charley in this with you?
- No.

He believed me when I told him
the half was Marxie's split.

He didn't know I had
anything to do with

it, or that I did the
number on Louis.

Good.

You can have five days...

to get the $360,000 together.

Then you will give it back...

together with a 50-percent penalty
for what you have done to us.

Will five days be
enough time for you?

Five days? Yeah, I can get
it together in five days.

- Irene?
- Charley.

How come you're in L.A.?

I had business to attend to.
Didn't you see my note?

Can you get out here this weekend?

I don't think so.

Tell me.

Tell you what?

Tell me, "I love you."

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

And it's real.

It may not be scientific,
but it's real.

Scientific?

I read it in a magazine.

According to a doctor, everyone's
always trying to get...

what they thought they needed from

their mothers, but
they didn't get it.

Charley, I don't even
remember my mother.

That's the amazing part.

There's something in
you that knows anyway.

The magazine said so.

That's what love is.

When you find someone
who will give you...

what you think you wanted
when you were a baby.

But you didn't get it.
A doctor wrote this.

Charley, forget doctors.

Better yet, let's play doctor.

On the phone?

Doctor Partanna, I have this itch.

Well, they're not kidding
around this time.

It's gonna get worse.

They're gonna keep
leaning on us...

until we give them whoever it
was that hit that cop's wife.

All I know is one thing here.

The cops tell us that the
guy who got snatched...

the day they did the number
on the cop's wife...

also did big business...

with the Prizzi family.

I want to make this a short meet.

I want to put it to
a vote right now...

that Dominic Prizzi...

tells us what the hell
he's gonna do about it.

Am I right?

Raise your hands.

Hold the hands.

Who do you think
you're talking to?

I am Dominic Prizzi.

While most of you
was walking around

with holes in the ass
of your pants...

we were sticking up gas stations.

We was the biggest
family in the country.

And now, most of you have
figured out how to push broads.

We're still the biggest.

We lose more, when the cops get
in an uproar, than any of you.

Now, we don't like it...

but you ain't gonna tell us
how to run our business.

We ain't taking any shit
from any outsiders...

about the family business.

And I mean, especially...

a scummy little pimp, like you...

Signor Bocca.

I hope you like it.

Thank you.

Padrino, I never saw
anything like this here.

The broad pushes the wrong
button in the elevator.

The door opens just
in the minute...

when the second man
drops the bodyguard.

The woman is standing there.
She makes all three of us.

She had to go.

I am sure you didn't
act without thinking.

That's why I called
you here today.

You're a thinker.

Dominic is a sick man...

and the return of his
daughter brought him no ease.

He's got ulcers coming on.

I'm gonna move Dominic
out to Vegas...

and make you boss.

I'm speechless, Padrino.

This is an honour...

beyond my dreams.

What could I do to
show my gratitude?

For the time being, this
must be our secret.

You must not even
tell your father.

I don't understand, Padrino.

We will announce everything once
the Filargi thing is settled.

Then Dominic will move out...

and you will move in.

God, I missed you.

So I gather.

What's been happening?

Plenty.

I just had a meeting with the Don.

Private audience.

He wants me to take over.

He says Dominic's sick. They're
gonna send him to Vegas.

- I'm to be the boss.
- Charley, that's fantastic.

I don't know.

It smells fishy to me.

Number one:

It should've been Dominic who
told me, instead of the Don.

Maybe the Don hasn't broken
the news to Dominic yet.

Whether he has or whether he
hasn't, he would've told Pop.

He don't decide what Mass to
go to unless he talks to Pop.

A big deal like this, they go
over every angle 15 times.

- And he didn't?
- No, worse than that.

The Don says for me
not to tell Pop.

Want to know what I think, Irene?

What?

I think they're setting me up.

I think you're right, Charley. I
think they're after our scalps.

How do you know that?

I got a couple of
things to tell you.

I went out to L.A. on
orders from the Don.

He told me, return the
money I took from Louis...

plus 50-percent interest.

So you did zotz Louis Palo.

You swore to me that you
didn't. You lied to me.

I lied to you because
you wanted me to. I

only told you what you
wanted to be true.

And I told the Don
it was all my doing,

but Jesus, Charley, I'm so sorry.

What's the other thing
you've got to tell me?

Dominic's put out a
contract on you.

- What are you, fucking nuts?
- Charley, I'm the contractor.

Dominic hires my own
wife to clip me?

Charley, he didn't know I was your
wife. He just wanted the best.

Charley, honey...

let's go to Hong Kong tonight.

What are you talking about?

I mean, let's beat it
while we still can.

Beat it?

Yes, scram, split. Let's
make a run for it.

I know this guy in
Hong Kong can give us

new prints, even new
faces, in a few days.

We can get out of this crazy
world. We can start fresh.

We can be together all the time.

- Hong Kong?
- Hong Kong. Brazil. South Africa.

It doesn't matter. What
matters is us, together.

Listen...

I've been doing three,
four hits a year, for

the last few years,
most of them, full pay.

That many?

It's not many if you consider
the size of the population.

The thing is, I got
almost $1 million...

in a safe-deposit
box on the coast.

You must have at
least that much put

away. We can take all
the money and run.

We can go where we
want, do what we

want. We can be
together all the time.

Please, Charley, let's just
go before they get us.

They're not gonna get us.

Piss on the Prizzis.

These people can't
win all the time.

There has to be a way
to beat them bastards.

Let's call Pop.

And the Don told you to keep
making you Boss a secret from me?

Yeah.

And he told you he's letting you
off for giving him back the money?

- Plus 50 percent.
- Right.

And Dominic gave you a $50,000
down payment to hit Charley?

Absolutely. Brand new bills.

He's hot. I never
seen him this hot.

It's just business,
Charley. Just business.

What are we gonna do?

You have to take away the
only thing the Don wants.

Filargi, golden Filargi. You
have to snatch Filargi again.

This time from the Prizzis.

How many people you got
there holding Filargi down?

Two. My people. They do
whatever I tell them.

Good. Filargi's worth
$70 million...

maybe more to the Prizzis,
including the bank.

What are you next to
$70 million? Nothing.

He'll take whatever
deal you offer.

- Yeah. No choice, right?
- Right, no choice.

They know we can let Filargi
go and testify against them.

Or even worse...

you can turn and go
into the government's

Witness Protection Program...

and testify against
the Don and Dominic.

To a jury, the cold
facts would be,

you shot the police
captain's wife...

on orders from the Don
and Dominic, after

they hired you to
do it for $150,000.

You're very dangerous
to the Prizzis, Irene.

Yeah.

It could turn out
to be a good thing

Irene zipped the
police captain's wife.

It could solve all our problems.

We are here tonight
to honour my son.

He's gonna leave us...

to live in a $935,000 house...

next to his own golf course
in Las Vegas, Nevada.

And I say to him, for you...

from my heart...

God speed you.

God bless you, Dominic.

And I want to present you...

with these tokens of the
esteem of your entire family.

It's a going-away present...

a complete set of sterling
silver golf clubs.

Now, that bag is made out
of a hide of an elephant.

Its the only one in
the United States.

And 1,000 of your
favourite Mexican cigars.

Now we're gonna have a song, in

celebration of this
grand occasion.

The great tenor, Tomasino Baratta.

Get moving.

Holy shit, Boss. Somebody
done the job on Zingo.

The Boccas.

This killing of the
police captain's wife...

is costing us all too much.

I got something to read to you.

It's a letter.

A letter? Who from?

Charley.

You all set?

"Dear Eduardo...

"you're probably hot right
now because we took Filargi.

"But when you hear
the reason why...

"you and the Don are
gonna understand

there was no other
way we could go.

"Dominic put out a
contract on me."

- He's a fucking liar.
- You want to hear the letter?

Listen, don't talk. There's about
$130 million here, maybe more.

We've got to renegotiate
it before we

get it back. Just
shut up and listen.

Go on, sit down.

"Dominic will say it's
a lot a bullshit.

"But it so happens he
hired my own wife,

and he gave her a down
payment of $50,000.

"My wife is sitting here next to
me, and she's laughing like hell.

"I personally think the Don
found Dominic on a doorstep...

"because Dominic is 50 times
too dumb to be a Prizzi.

"The first thing I got to have
before you get Filargi back...

"is that you deliver
Dominic to me...

"where I tell you, and
when I tell you."

This time, no contract.
I'll kill him myself.

Listen to the letter,
Dominic, will you? Come on.

"For the main money,
this is what I want:

"$2,314,000 for expenses...

"then $50,000 for my helper...

"of course, the
$150,000 promised to my

wife, as second man in
the Filargi stand."

Charley's wife was the second man?

Right. She was the only way we
could take out the bodyguard.

"Then I want all of the insurance

coverage on Filargi's
kidnap policy...

"which is $2.5 million."

My God, he's a real businessman.

That's my boy.

We've got to make him
a counter-offer,

and eventually we settle.

The way I see it...

we get about $60-70 million, and

only about 5.9 percent
sales cost...

if we give Charley everything
he wants, which we won't.

And I am part of the
fucking sales cost.

Dominic, you take some
blood-pressure medicine, will you?

Charley is just making a point.
Everything is negotiable.

We go over to Papa's...

we hash this thing out.

Come on, Dominic. Up, let's go.

- Somebody is dead?
- Yes.

Who? Who's dead?

Poppa.

Dominic.

The Boccas again?

Poor Dominic.

He got old.

Something happened.

Maybe it was his
daughter, who knows?

But he agreed to retire...

and I give the job to Charley.

I told him to keep it a
secret a little while...

until Dominic's banquet.
It's all right.

Now, Charley's all mixed up,
and we've got to get him back.

Only Charley can hold
everything together here.

How you doing, Pop?

- I'm fine. Everything all right?
- Yeah.

Everything's quiet out here.

Mezza mezza, huh?

Sorry to drag you out
here, Pop, but I

didn't want anyone
taking a potshot at me.

When I told the Don about Dominic
putting out a contract on you...

it knocked him out. He
couldn't believe it.

Yeah?

He told me with tears
in his eyes, he's

got to straighten all
this out with you.

Then he wasn't setting me up?

He said, and I know
him for 50 years, so

I know he was looking
into his heart...

he said, "We need Charley."

He said that?

The Don and me don't
have much time

left. The family
has to keep going.

You're the only one
that can run it.

Then everything's okay? We don't
have to hang on to Filargi.

The Don gave his guarantee.

Tomorrow morning at 10:00...

you bring Filargi to 42nd
Street library and let him out.

I'll tip off the cops and the FBI.
They'll be in his hotel room.

Okay, Pop. Want the paper?

I read it from cover to cover.

Jupiter's Accord,
sixth at Belmont.

Okay.

By the way, the insurance
company paid off.

Take care of yourself, Charley.

How we gonna take Filargi in?

Pop's sending someone up on
the Palisades to meet us.

We'll transfer him
to the van there,

and I'll drive him into the city.

You stick with the plumber, he'll
drop you off at the apartment.

Tell me about the money, Charley.

My end is $2.5 million, plus
I'm boss of the Prizzis...

with heavy points in
everything the family does.

This time next week, we'll
have all the money.

You mean you're gonna turn
over our whole ball of wax...

to some Sicilians
who are gonna pay

you what they owe you next week?

Honey, I'm the boss. They need
me. I've got to believe Pop.

They're not gonna
screw us over now.

Maybe Pop's in there looking
after your interests...

but that doesn't necessarily
mean he's looking after mine.

There's a real pressure to
turn over the second man.

- You're my wife.
- I'm your Polack wife.

Irene, will you shape up? Jesus.

Okay, I'll shape up.

As soon as I get my $900,000.

What $900,000?

The $720,000 from
the Vegas scam...

plus the $180,000 that Don made me
pay as penalty. That's $900,000.

I just want what's mine.

That's Prizzi money, honey,
not yours. You stole it.

The Prizzis got
theirs back from the

insurance company. I
just want it back.

That ain't gonna make no
sense to the Prizzis, honey.

Remember the words of the
late great Marxie Heller:

"We'd rather eat our children
than part with money."

You remember those words, honey.

I am, Charley, I am.

Mr. Filargi...

you were born a poor
kid in Naples, right?

Yeah, that's right.

You remember the Camorra?

The Camorra was small,
we're very big.

There's nowhere we can't go.

They could lock you
in a steel room, in a

submarine on the bottom
of the ocean floor.

We'd still get to you.

Cops are gonna talk to you.

You tell them anything
about who took

you, or where you
thought we took you...

we're gonna kill you, capisce?

I understand.

Good.

You're free, Mr.
Filargi. Good luck.

Yeah.

I've forgotten the
Prizzis already.

I got a request to
make, or Irene has.

What kind of request, Charley?

She wants her money back.

What money?

The $540,000 she gave
you for the Don...

plus the $360,000 I
took the night I

zipped Marxie Heller. That money.

She's willing to
forget about the $2.5

million from Filargi's
insurance...

and the rest of what Dominic
owed her for the contract on me.

But she wants her $900,000 back.

With all due respect, Charley,
the wife must be cracked.

Try to see it from
her point of view.

I mean, you agreed
to all that stuff in

the letter we sent,
when we had Filargi.

You made a commitment, Pop.

Anyway, it was Irene's moves...

that got Filargi out
in the first place.

We're gonna get the
bank, so $900,000

doesn't seem like so much money.

Irene figures she's got it coming.

Yeah, I'm glad that she's
so foolish and grasping.

Makes it a little easier,
what we got to do.

The family decided...

that we've got to give the
second man to the cops.

Give Irene to the cops?

The family decided that
we got one week...

to give up the second
man, or we'll be at war.

War would cost us
everything we got.

Now, that could mean
the end of the family.

But, Padrino...

Charley, you shouldn't
have married a

woman that wasn't in
the environment...

that wasn't smart.

Might have been all right if she
was straight, but she wasn't.

She got to go...

and you got to do the
job on her, Charley.

You're the only one who could
get close enough to do it.

Zotz Irene?

Clip Irene?

If they take her
alive, they're gonna

make her talk, and
then, if she talks...

she's gonna drag us all to
jail, maybe even to the chair.

Filargi will go free. We
will never get the bank.

There is no choice here.

How is doing a number on Irene
gonna satisfy the cops...

about the broad that
pushed the wrong button?

Filargi will identify
your wife's body.

There will be no one to question.

Everybody will get
what they want, and

we can all go back
to doing business.

But, Padrino...

she's my wife.

I can't kill her.

You swore an oath of blood...

my blood and yours...

that you would always
put the family

before anything else in your life.

So we are calling on you now
to keep that sacred oath.

Irene is my family,
Padrino, she's my wife.

Charley, she is a woman you have
known for only a few weeks.

She is your wife,
we are your life.

You failed in your oath...

when you covered up for her
part in the Vegas scam.

A great sin...

against your honour.

For this, you must atone.

I need her.

Look at you.

You've been alone since Mama died.

You, Padrino, you've
been alone all my life.

Is that what you want for me,
to grow old, like you...

with nothing but bodyguards
and money to keep me company?

Charley, my beloved man...

you will be even more alone...

if you turn your back on
us. We are your blood.

I feel like I'm drowning
or something. I mean...

I covered up the Vegas
scam to protect her.

That's what I thought
we did for our women.

How could that be a
sin against honour?

She is a hitter and a thief.

You must give her to us.

What is your answer?

The family is the only place
I can be. I know that.

It's business, Charley.
It's only business.

Irene.

Charley.

Everything's okay. The Don's gonna
give you your money back...

the whole $900,000. I
got it right here.

The Don's giving money
back? Since when?

Yeah, you could've knocked
me over. That ain't all.

He's gonna pay you every
dime, the Filargi stand...

and what Dominic said.

How about that?

Oh Charely.

Well.

I'm glad everything's settled.

I just wanted you to know...

everything is 100-percent okay.

Marxie...

I should have listened.

After you take the stone
out of my shoe...

you call your father and tell
him where he can get her...

and then the wind
will stop blowing.

Charley, here's $900,000.

Next, what's the first flight out

of LAX in the morning
to Hong Kong?

Flight 009, leaving at 10:45 a.m.

We can get you to Hong
Kong tonight out of LAX.

No, thanks, I have to go to
the bank in the morning.

Reserve 009 then.
One seat, one way,

first class. The name
is Hilary Jackson.

Mrs. Hilary Jackson.

This is the final boarding call...

for Pan Am Flight 811 to
Los Angeles at Gate 22.

All passengers should be
on board at this time.

Irene?

Irene?

Irene?

Look who's here.

Charley, what a
wonderful surprise.

Baby, I got three whole days,
anything you want, you name it.

Baby, we are gonna have a ball.

Yeah, that's just the half of
it, sugar. Get over there.

Jesus, what a beautiful song.

Why don't you go and warm up
the bed? I'll be right there.

Mae?

Charley.

Charley, you know what?

My sister, Theresa, just got
back today from her honeymoon.

Where did they go? Outer space?

What do you say...

we go to dinner tonight?

Dinner?

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

I mean, let's go some place
and get something to eat.

You and me and Irene?

No.

Just you and me.

What about Irene?

She had to go away,
she won't be back.

- How about it?
- How about it?

Holy cow, Charley, just tell
me where you want to meet.