Married to the Mob Page #4

homework? I'll be down in a few minutes.

Youre really good with kids. Do you

have any? Youre not married, are you?

Angela, if I were married,

would I accept a date with you?

No, I guess not. Neither am I.

Well, I was, but he's dead.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, no. Dont be.

Well, I'll get outa your hair.

- So, uh, I'll see you Friday night.

- See you there.

- OK. About eight?

- Eight o'clock.

OK.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Bingo!

- Prety wild, huh?

- It's very nice.

This is some kind of punch.

I can't pronounce the name.

What shall we toast?

Oh, I know. Here's to elevators.

You meet the nicest people in them.

So where to?

- Well, I could use a little snack.

- The usual?

You read my mind.

Tell the boys behind us.

All right.

Hello.

- Are you hungry, boys?

- I thought you'd never ask.

Good. Were going to Burger Worid.

- Alka-Seltzer Worid.

- You don't like Burger Worid?

Drive up to the clown

It's a Burger Worid town

We-bee-de, we-dee-de-de-de

The fries are crispy,

the shakes are creamy

The Double Continental

with cheese is dreamy

Charred, roting flesh

aint my idea of a good meal.

Jeez, Vinnie...

Oh, sh*t! Butch!

It's a Burger Worid town

No! No! My feet!

Bonjour! 'Hola! Willkommen! 'Howdy!

May I take your order?

Yeah, I'd like two Double Continental

cheeseburgers and, uh... two fries.

- Two chocolate shakes.

- Merci! Gracias! Danke! Thanks!

- Rings!

- Oh, yeah. Rings.

Could you add on, please,

two orders of onion rings?

You bet.

That'll be $8.20, gentlemen.

Take out for the car in back of us.

Keep $5 for yourself.

- Thanks very much.

- And extra ketchup!

You got it.

That's a new clown.

- Tommy, let's get the f*** outa here!

- Dont.

The clown.

I don't care if you have to

send f***in telegrams.

Some clown just tried to kill me.

I want a sit-down in Miami in 36 hours.

I want mediation.

Were gonna setle this bullshit

once and for all.

Once you have found him,

never let him go, hey!

Once you have found him,

never let him go, hey!

Once you have found him,

never let him go

Oh!

So, uh... what are you drinkin?

- What've you got?

- Not a lot. Uh...

Well, you have a choice of Caf Lolita,

or tequila, or crme de menthe.

You don't happen to have a club soda?

Yeah. It's in the fridge.

Um... You wanna get it?

I'll be right back.

Night, Lucky.

- I see you found everything.

- No problem.

Why don't you take your coat of

and stay a while?

Sounds like a fantastic idea.

- Once you have found him

- Never let him go

I really... I really liked that band.

Their music is kinda strange. I like it.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

This is really good club soda.

Would you rub my feet?

They're killing me.

Um...

I think I, uh...

I'm actually prety good at this.

Yeah?

I just gota get ahold of

one of these nerves in here...

Ooh! Ow!

Oh, God...

Oh...

Oh, God! Dont stop. That feels great.

I can't remember the last time

a man touched me below the waist.

- I can't believe I said that.

-

Mike, I'm sorry...

- Whoa!

-

- Hey!

- Oh, God!

- I'll just, uh... use the bathroom.

- It's right there.

- You must think I'm so crude.

- Are you kidding? It's just club soda.

Joey?

Guess whos here, Tone!

- Connie...

- Guess whos here, babycakes! Come on!

This is your life! Tony!

- Tony!

- Connie, Tony is not here.

Tone!

What a f***in dump.

- What do you want, Connie?

- Where is he? I know he's here!

- No ones here.

- Oh, yeah?

What do you call these?

- Glasses?

- I'll remember you said that!

Your hair looks like sh*t!

- Please...

- I'm here, Tony!

Connie, you're making a big mistake.

Tony!

See?

This is my neighbour Mike.

This is my friend... Connie.

Whose husband are you, dorkface?

Gee, I, uh, don't know.

Whose husband are you lookin for?

- Mine.

- Oh.

- I guess I got you on the wrong night.

- Get out! And stay out of my life!

Look, I fight for what's mine.

I make no apologies.

You can call me a ball-buster,

but it's just the way I am!

Keep away from Tony!

You all right?

It doesn't mater.

What the hell was I thinkin?

I'm such a jerk.

I thought I could start a new life.

Gave away everything we had.

Cut all our ties to the past.

Dragged Joey away from all his friends.

Be good - look where it got us.

All for nothing.

We'll never get away from them.

And the funniest part of all...

I wasn't even thinkin' of guys,

and then I meet you and...

If you knew what I...

what I thought about us and...

That's prety pathetic.

I mean, let's face it.

They're never gonna leave me alone.

The ball-buster...

is Mrs Tony Russo.

Recognise the name?

The Russo crime family?

Well, my husband worked for Tony.

And he was iced.

And Tonys been trying

to screw me ever since.

So... God, I hate them.

Um...

Jeez...

I really, uh... misjudged you.

I'm sorry.

It was nice knowing you.

Bye.

Angela.

I, uh...

Hey.

- Ive got some things I have to say to you.

- You do, huh?

Goddamn it!

It's not easy to turn your life around.

Especially when your past

keeps coming back to haunt you.

What makes you so smart?

Well, I, uh... guess I know you

beter than you think I do.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

We all make mistakes.

The important thing is to realise it

and to do something about it.

And to let yourself of the hook,

because everybody

deserves a second chance.

They do?

Especially someone like you.

That's the nicest thing

anyones ever said to me.

- Let's go, Mike!

Open up, Romeo!

- Whos that?

- That's my... friend. I gota get to work.

- Your friend?

- I'll call you later!

- Mike, is everything OK?

- Yeah, everythings fine.

Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bacie!

Let's get goin'!

- Ed!

- Ah!

- How long we been on the Russo case?

- 14 months. Next question?

- When did you last play hide the salami?

- Classified. Next?

- Utilise a fun bag?

- Back of. Classified. Next question?

14 months down the tubes

because your sausage gets lonely.

Negative. We treed the wrong possum.

Angela's innocent.

I don't know about you any more,

Downey. I just don't know.

Your brains on hold.

Youre thinking with your dick.

Maybe you're burned out. Fried.

In over your head.

Maybe you need a vacation.

Maybe not.

I don't know, Downey.

I just don't... know.

Three words, gentlemen: Get Tony Russo.

4.30... Tuesday. Rita.

You got it. OK, bye-bye.

- Hello, gorg...

- Angela de Marco?

- Yeah.

FBI. You wanna come downtown with us?

- What the hell is goin' on here?

- Rita Harcourt?

Immigration and Naturalization.

You gota come downtown with me.

Who the hell you think you is,

tellin us to come downtown?

Mike, what are you doing here?

Angela, you'd, uh... beter sit down.

Mrs de Marco,

I'm Regional Director Franklin.

This is Special Agent Benitez.

You already know Special Agent Downey.

Downey?

Youre FBI?

Weve had you

under surveillance for some time.

Surveillance? Is that what you call it?

Surveillance for what?

- For starters, traficking in stolen goods.

- What are you talking about?

You donated quite a bit of furniture

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