Avenging Angelo Page #6

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- What are you gonna do?

- Just stay here.

No, l'm serious. You go somewhere.

l'll be all right. Stay here.

- Stay here. - No! - No!

- Yes. - No. - Yes. - No!

No!

l know this guy. He used

to work for Malatesta..

..before the Stroons

moved to Chicago.

We better move this Stroon because

l got neighbors all over the place.

God, l get so aggravated!

- Aggravated?

- Aggravated! Yes!

- Answer it.

- No!

- Yes!

- No!

Don't hit me.

Hold this.

Oh, Rawley, honey,

l miss you so.

- Mom?

- Yes, baby?

Make sure you call me tomorrow.

You know l will.

l love you, too.

All right. Bye baby.

l can't effing believe it.

My son actually calls me 5 minutes

after one of Malatesta's goons..

..tries to wax me!

What if they succeed next time?

Where does that leave Rawley? l'll

tell you where that leaves Rawley.

lt leaves him

without a mother. Oh, God!

My son is not going

to be an orphan!

- l made a decision, Frankie.

- Yeah, what's that?

l have to whack Malatesta.

You're gonna whack Malatesta?

Frankie, my ''willow

in the wind'' days are over.

You're getting in your-way

over your head on this one, really.

An Allieghieri does not bow down.

l'm sorry,

l ever told you that.

You're gonna whack Malatesta.

That's just great.

- Nice moon.

- lt's beautiful.

Just beautiful.

So you think you got this vengeance

thing all figured out.

- You know how it's done?

- Done?

- Oh, you mean the thing?

- Yeah.

- Not really.

- lt's not as easy as it looks.

There's all kinds of courage,

you know?

l know.

A woman's courage should

never be underestimated.

Ever be underestimated.

Ever.

Let's go over it again.

- Go over what?

- The plan.

We go to the Valhalla lnn.

You wait in the parking lot.

l walk in.

Malatesta takes

a good look at me.

He thinks he could have any woman

because he's a little tweaked.

l bat my eyes.

And then l whack him.

And you think you can do this.

Oh, l think l can do this.

Okay. Show me.

- What?

- Your walk. - Why?

'Cause you go in that place

and your walk doesn't match..

..your attitude, and your attitude

doesn't match your walk,..

..you're gonna be in a bag

and the bag's gonna be in the river.

Really?

Watch this.

That is nothing short of terrible.

Are you telling me

how to walk now?

- Well, somebody's got to.

- Well, you think you can do it?

Maybe.

Are you gonna

put me on the spot? Okay.

What am l doin'?

Forget about it.

- Come on, Jennifer, this is yourjob.

- Concentrate. You said you could.

- Enlighten me a bit. - Come on.

You can do it! One, two, one....

That's it.

Nah, do you have an ankle damage?

Now you're really starting

to irritate me, and l can't....

Just follow me. Just follow me.

l can figure this out. Ready?

Let's go.

One, two. Cross over.

Like an antelope?

Back and forth.

l don't think this is right.

You goin' in there alone.

- l'll be fine. - Well,

l don't know about that,..

..because l think it's better

if l go in there..

..and maybe hang out in the back

in case there's any trouble.

Frankie, no.

lf this is my life now,..

..l've got to learn to handle

something on my own.

You can't keep bailing me out.

All right.

He'll be at the corner table,

probably on the phone,..

..whacking somebody long distance.

Thank you.

Jennifer?

The ring. The ring.

The boss says you need a rope.

Get her over here!

There's someone at my table

that would really like to meet you.

Maybe that someone should've

had the manners to come over here..

..and introduce himself.

- Don't be a f***in' idiot.

Simple. Direct.

l like that in a man.

- So, do l know you?

- She's Angelo's.

Was.

So now you come over

to the A-team.

You don't exactly look bereft

with grief and, uh..

..whatnot.

He was old.

What am l? Springtime?

- Maybe you're different.

- Maybe. Maybe.

Where the hell

do you think you're goin'?

You're fantastic.

What's the matter with him?

What's goin' on?

- Goddamn ticker.

- Ticker?! Let me help.

Call the ambulance.

Get some help. Call a doctor.

Don't help so much.

You're an angel.

My good luck piece.

Maybe you shouldn't talk.

Rest.

Bruno, shut up.

She comes with me.

l keep telling you

l don't need this sh*t!

Just fine.

- You'll see.

- l'll see?

Get me a priest.

Tell your guy to stop

so we can get ourselves a priest.

- What do you need a priest for?

- You. Sit there and fix your hair.

All right? Now, relax.

He'll be fine.

Your big night's coming.

Hail, Mary, full of grace....

ls anyone there? Anyone?

Could you please get these goons

off my back? Please? Amen. Amen.

This is for last rites,

l presume.

Hey, Father, relax.

lt's Lucio's little fantasy.

He likes pretendin'

that he's married to all his bimbos.

Jennifer.

Jennifer!

My heart ain't no fine-tuned watch.

But what the hell?

l wanna go out special.

Like, married to you.

But l am married.

- Don't go gettin' technical.

- But l'm married!

No. Questo no....

The Church cannot all --

So, Father, you're gonna pull

some strings right?

The Church cannot allow

such a love so pure to go --

l'm an old man with a couple

of months to live.

Here's a young broad on the make,

so what the hell?

Love, like all things fine and true,

takes time to blossom and bloom.

Blow me with the blossoming

and the blooming. Do it.

You are man and wife.

Kiss the bride.

You heard him.

Everything's all right.

l got the doctor in one room..

..and the broad in the other.

All right?

Be careful with him!

And what the hell is this?

lt's your wedding trousseau.

Put it on.

Move!

Thank you!

F***ing dog.

All he does is bark.

Dog's been barkin'

all night long.

Where's my bride?

Oh!

Would you shut up?

All you do is sit around

and bark. You're useless!

Too bad, huh? Keith, do me a favor.

While this retard reshuffles,..

..will you go check

on the old man for me? Thank you.

What do you call me a retard for?

What'd l do to you? l just play cards.

Spell ''ecclesiastical''.

- Ex-scles.... l....

- Retarded.

''Ex-sclesiastical''.

What is that? Ex-sclesiastical.

Where are you, my beloved?

There's only me out here now.

Look at you.

Like an angel, you are.

And look at me, like some

dried-up prune creature.

Oh,..

..mi amore.

But tonight

l'm coming back from the dead,..

..like some mighty oak

rising out of some dead jungle.

But, angel-face, we must go slow.

Very slow. You know?

Like molten lava.

There's a few more tunes

to be played on this flute.

But you must be

careful of the ticker.

Time

to mount the baloney pony.

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Thanks a lot for that last one.

Let's play ''Chase the B*tch''.

No, we're playin'

a different game.

l know how

to play ''Chase the B*tch''.

ls your mother in this game?

l didn't notice.

- l got four hundred on this.

- What are you gonna do?

Hey! The broad!

Get-get off your ass!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Come on! Let's go!

Ah, sh*t!

Stupid mutt!

lt's payback time!

- Jennifer!

- Frankie? - Come on!

Oh, God!

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