Brooklyn Rules Page #7

It's just-

I want you to know, I think it's great,

You taking this test.

I'm proud of you.

I'm serious.

What?

I don't know, Mike; it sounds like

you're trying to hit me in the seat.

Aw, f*** you, all right?

I'm trying to be nice.

All right, you tight bastard,

This is for all the marbles, okay?

You feel loose?

You ready?

Yeah, I feel good.

I feel good.

'Cause these aren't amateurs

you're dealing with.

These guys are killers.

It's okay.

Gimme a name.

Uh, Wernick's.

Wernick's, Wernick's.

All right, let's do it.

All right.

I mean, it's nice,

but there's no way

I'm paying three grand.

It's a beautiful ring.

I'm not saying it isn't.

It's the highest quality, vvs.

We're giving it to you

at 2% above wholesale.

Two?

Hm.

What?

Is something wrong?

Oh, no, I'm just trying to see

if someone wrote the word

"a**hole" on my forehead.

Sir.

Nah, vvs, cvs, come on, huh?

If you want, we take the ring

down the block.

We get it appraised.

By who, your cousin?

Do you believe these guys, Mike?

All right.

Forget three grand.

Look, I don't want

to be here all night, okay?

For the 50th time,

you know and I know

this ring is barely worth

a thousand bucks.

This is a Debeers diamond.

So I'll give you $1,200.

Ridiculous.

Forget it.

Okay.

I tried.

Thanks.

We'll go back to Wernick's.

Thanks anyway.

Wait.

Wernick is a thief.

And what are you guys?

Come on back.

Let me see something here.

Save the calculator show

for the hicks from Long Island, all right?

$1,200 or I walk.

Plus tax.

No tax and it includes the setting.

Oh, all right.

Give me a nice box too?

Over the next few days,

things got back to normal...

Happy holidays.

Actually, they were better than normal.

It was right before christmas.

The semester was almost over,

And I got a letter that changed my life.

I was going to law school.

I always said

if you really want to know

who a person's close to,

just look at who they share

their good news with...

What's the matter?

It's spunky.

...and their bad news.

When you're a kid and your dog dies,

it's like losing a friend.

But when you're an adult

and you lose a dog you had as a kid,

it's like losing a part of yourself.

You believe it?

That's a long time.

Remember when we found him here?

Seems like it was just yesterday, right?

I guess he had a good run.

Good run, come on.

It was like f***in' rasputin, that dog.

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.

That's true.

He survived it all:

mob hits,

BB gun,

he got bit by a squirrel once.

Your mother's cooking.

Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't your mother

cooking lasagna when we left?

So?

So that's it;

he probably committed suicide.

Nah.

Spunky would never

take the coward's way out.

Definitely would have left a note. Aw.

Don't worry about it, my friend.

He's in a better place.

Yeah, dog heaven,

Where it's all bones, cats, and fire hydrants.

I thought you didn't believe in god.

I never said I didn't believe.

I just think he's got

a f***ed-up sense of humor.

To spunky.

Take care of my dog.

The final exam for my poli-sci class

turned out to be a breeze:

Three essays on the constitution

that I was actually prepared to answer.

It's amazing what a little studying will do.

Ellen.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Can I talk to you?

- Yeah.

How'd you do?

Pretty good, I guess. You?

Good, good.

You'd have been proud of me.

I actually studied.

How did it feel?

Uh, different.

How's the...?

Ah, it's good.

I hardly even feel it anymore.

That's good.

So...

I got into law school.

Congratulations. That's great.

Yeah, it's Fordham,

so it's pretty good.

Ellen, I'm really sorry

about what happened.

No, I'm sorry too.

I said a lot of things

that I shouldn't have.

It's okay. I'm glad you did it.

Hey.

Maybe we should start over.

Yeah.

Come here.

What?

Nothing.

I was just wondering what you were like

as a little boy.

I don't know.

Shorter.

And a real smartass, I bet.

Nah.

Is that your dad?

Yeah, before I was born.

How old were you when he died?

- Seven.

- My god.

What happened?

Car accident.

We bought this place upstate.

He was driving home from fixin' it up,

Getting ready to move us up there.

He was in a coma for a month.

He died the day before

my first communion.

I'm sorry.

You wanna watch tv?

Yeah, if you want.

What time is?

It's five after 8:00.

Oh, wow.

What? What's wrong?

Nothin', I just almost forgot.

Bobby's poppin' the question tonight.

It's their two-year anniversary.

That's so sweet.

Yeah, it's great.

I just hope she says yes.

Of course she'll say yes.

I don't know.

So when he got down on one knee,

I didn't even know what he was doing.

She thought I dropped my fork.

And then I saw the ring.

Come on, let's see.

Ooh.

Oh, it's beautiful.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

I finally have a daughter.

Moutai chteau.

The best.

All right, everybody, a toast. Mike.

To the happy couple.

What we didn't know was,

at the same time in Manhattan,

a different type of party was going on.

The murder of the most powerful

crime boss in the country

has touched off a struggle for power

in the shadowy world of the mafia,

and there is talk tonight

of an all-uut mob war.

The dead godfather, Paul Castellano,

and his bodyguard were gunned down

as they stepped from their limousine

outside a popular New York steakhouse.

As Brian Rausch reports tonight,

authorities believe the brutal process

of succession is already underway.

As Castellano stepped from a limousine

in front of a Manhattan steakhouse,

he was shot down by three men...

Aside from the tension

that gripped the neighborhood

following the Castellano shooting,

that christmas was shaping up

to be the best one in a long time.

On christmas day,

Ellen went with her family to Connecticut,

and I stayed in Brooklyn with mine.

Very touching, Carmine.

I can see you put a great deal

of thought into this.

You should have bought three of these,

So then we could all look like douche bags.

At least I didn't get them at gunpoint.

You're the one that got robbed.

Ungrateful cocksuckers.

Unbelievable.

Van Halen, 1984.

What?

You said you wanted that.

Nah, I did; you should have got me the album.

Oh, Jesus.

Trust me.

In two years, they won't even make albums anymore.

Well, that sucks.

What's the difference?

So you gotta re-buy CDs

of albums that you already have.

- It's a conspiracy.

- A conspiracy?

Oh, god, don't get him started.

He was on the phone with Angelo's

for 20 minutes the other night,

Arguing about the delivery fees.

That's another scam.

You still gotta tip the guy. Baby.

Relax, okay?

Okay, that's enough.

Can we go now, please,

have a drink or something?

Let's go to the temple,

play some blackjack.

Temple's closed.

Everybody's layin' low

with this Castellano sh*t.

- I thought that was over.

- Over?

It's only the beginning.

F***in' Cannoli in my hair

I gotta go fix.

Then we'll go.

As it turned out, Carmine was right.

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