Brooklyn Rules Page #8

Over the next few months,

wise guys perceived as disloyal

To Gotti's new regime

were taken out all over town.

Castellano's murder was just the tip

of a very bloody iceberg.

After what seemed like an endless winter,

spring finally came.

Take care of yourself.

Thanks. Bye.

There he is.

Oh, hey, how you doin'?

Let me get a pack of smokes.

Yeah.

That year, it seemed like

not a month went by

Without a mob hit.

Keeping that blade sharp, Mikey?

But the truth is, it never really affected me.

What the f***?

That is, until this guy got it.

Now, I won't lie

and say that deep down

Caesar was a nice guy

or had good qualities

or some other bullshit.

The fact is,

he was a horrible man, a killer.

But as long as I'm being honest,

I have to say this:

His death shook me up.

And though he wouldn't admit it,

I know it really shook up Carmine.

Hey.

How'd you do?

I think I f***ed it up.

It's the post office test.

What'd you do, forget your crayons?

They ask some tricky questions.

Like what?

I- I don't know, like addresses and sh*t.

When do they let you know?

A couple of weeks.

I need to pass this, man.

This is big for me and amy.

I'm sure you did fine.

Well, if it isn't the Cartwrights.

Nothin' for me.

Just a couple scrambled eggs,

a cup of decaf.

What's the eggs Benedict Arnold?

Eggs Benedict with bacon instead of ham.

Oh, so the bacon is, like, being a traitor?

That's funny.

Yeah, I think I'll have that,

Please, and a glass of tomato juice.

Echh, god's sake,

you're giving me cancer already.

Gotta die from something.

All right, look.

I need to talk to you guys.

It's about the wedding.

What did I say?

I knew it. Amy's a guy.

Besides that.

I know we've been

joking around about this

our whole lives, but I really need

to pick a best man.

All right,

I know you're having a hard time

with this choice,

so I'm gonna

let you off the hook,

and I mean this

from the bottom of my heart.

I should be the best man.

F*** him.

I'm serious.

My modeling career

is over because of him.

Would you look at this sh*t?

The guy made me a mutant.

You can't even see it anymore.

All right, this is what we'll do.

This'll be totally fair.

Saturday night, stroke of midnight,

Flip a coin.

Heads, it's Michael.

Tails, it's Carmine.

May the best man win.

All right, so what's up

with the bridesmaids?

I don't know.

That's Amy's department.

Well, don't let her pick

any f***ing skanks.

Please?

You understand?

To two of the best friends a guy ever had.

Now if I could just make

a couple of friends like that...

Salud.

Salud.

Wrgah!

That sh*t is nasty.

We should just do a shot of gasoline.

Yeah, then we could

save money, you cheap prick.

Look at that Spanish chick.

Look at that.

Oh, you should have worn

your bullfightin' outfit.

Jealousy.

Jealousy can be so ugly.

Get 'em.

I'm gonna go take a piss.

That'll be nine dollars.

For tequila?

Nine dollars.

Can I see the bill?

Hey, buddy.

How you doin'?

Good.

Sorry to hear

about your guy, Caesar.

Thanks.

End up f***ing dead like that,

that's a shame.

You gotta be careful

who you cross in this town.

Know what I mean?

Yeah.

Take care, now.

We need to talk.

Ho, Mikey.

- This is Rosie.

- Yeah, hi.

I need to talk to you now.

Can you give me

one second, please?

Please, one second?

Are you kidding me?

- That maniac is here.

- Who, what maniac?

Gino.

Aw, you're f***ing kidding me.

What should we do?

Nothin'. F*** him.

The kid's a f***ing piece of sh*t.

He's not going to do anything here.

I don't know, Carmine.

All right, maybe you should go.

Maybe you should go.

Grab Bobby. Get out of here.

Go ahead.

I'm not going to leave you here alone.

I'll be fine, please.

I'm going to go home with that girl.

Some of Philly's guys

are in the back anyway.

I thought you were done

with those guys. I am done with them.

I'm just saying.

It's fine. Go.

- You're sure?

- I'm positive.

Come on.

All right.

All right. Go ahead.

Call me later.

- I will.

- Call me.

I will.

Come on, let's get out of here.

We just got here.

I know. I know. Let's go.

Is everything all right?

It's fine. I'm just tired. Come on.

Excuse me.

What's the matter?

I must be drunk.

I can't believe I let you

talk me into the valet.

I can get in myself, all right?

What the f*** is wrong with this car?

You're still in neutral there,

Mr. Andretti.

You know what? Let me drive.

I'm fine.

You're shitfaced. Let me drive.

Ow. F***.

It's almost midnight,

when we were supposed to flip

for best man.

All right, we'll do it in the morning.

Uh, pull over.

I want to say a prayer.

- Do it from the car, okay?

- Okay.

All right, let's get this over with.

Make it fast, all right?

Oh.

I still look for my crucifix.

Ah!

Oh, Jesus!

Just hang on, man.

Bobby!

Jesus Christ.

Call an ambulance!

Bobby, you'll be okay.

Call a f***in' ambulance!

Bobby?

Stay with me, Bobby.

Bobby.

It's gonna be okay.

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

Stay with me, man.

Come on, Bobby.

It'll be okay.

Jesus Christ.

What happened?

Bobby.

Bobby, look at me, buddy.

Come on. Look at me.

Open your f***in' eyes.

You're not gonna die on me.

He's not dying.

Don't you die.

Don't you f***ing die!

I can't.

Come on, you're all right.

You can't what?

I can't.

Call a f***ing ambulance!

Come on!

Amy.

Bobby, what are you looking at?

Come on, man.

Stop f***in' looking at her.

Look at me.

Bobby.

Look at me, Bobby.

Come on. Amy.

Amy's fine; she's gonna come

see you in the hospital.

Come on, buddy.

Look at me. Look at me.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Just hang in there.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

It's okay.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's okay.

Bobby?

Come on.

You're all right, buddy.

Bobby.

Come on.

Bobby!

What are you doin'?

The f*** are you doing,

buddy? Come on!

...earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection

Unto eternal life

through our lord Jesus Christ

And whose coming

in glorious majesty

To judge the world,

and the earth and the sea

Shall give up their dead

And the corruptible bodies

of those who sleep in him

Shall be changed

And made like unto his own

glorious body,

According

to the mighty working,

Whereby he's able

to subdue all things

Unto himself.

In the name of the father,

and of the son

And of the holy spirit, amen.

Maybe it was denial,

or maybe it was a callousness

you develop growing up on the street,

but whatever it was,

it allowed me and Carmine

to watch our best friend get buried

and not shed a single tear.

Coffee's fresh, anybody wants.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

I cannot believe that they buried him

in that f***in' suit.

Ah, it looked okay.

Single-breasted, he looked like you.

He looked like-

Looked like an accountant.

It's good his-

At least his hair looked nice.

That's good. Made me happy.

It's just the mail.

Post office test.

Should we open it?

Yeah, all right, man.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes