Mickey Blue Eyes Page #4

We're dealing with something

pretty ugly here.

Here's my card.

Thank you.

Oh, those. Thank you.

Gina is in reception.

Good. Thank you.

I know what you're thinking.

It's okay. Relax.

Mr. Felgate.

Where did you want this?

In my office. Thank you. Quick as you can.

Vito and Johnny are taking more

of a liking to the idea...

...than any of us had perhaps

originally anticipated.

My God! It's out of control!

You can't control it!

Listen now. It is not out of control.

I have to tell Gina.

Tonight is your last auction

of the season, right?

Just keep Gina away from there.

Sell the painting, go on your honeymoon.

When you come back,

everything will be taken care of.

I am not lying to Gina. I have to tell her.

Michael, please.

Gina's happiness means more to me than

anything in the world. You know that.

If you tell her now that you already lied...

...it's all over.

Goddamn it!

This is your fault!

You know, I've been on your side

every step of the way.

If you were a plumber,

would we be having this conversation?

Look at you!

Wait. Where's Ritchie?

Smile!

What's the matter with you?

I don't know.

So, are you guys busy tonight?

Actually, I'm gonna go to Michael's

big auction. You wanna come?

Yes.

We should talk about that.

What?

Tonight. I've been thinking about it.

You know, it's quite a big deal.

Morganson's gonna be there again...

...and I'm just afraid I might get put off

if you were there.

I know it sounds silly.

I just might not be able to see the bids

because I'd, you know...

...not be able to look at you.

What? What is it?

What is it?

I'm fine.

Just, he....

He loves you so much,

and I am so happy for you.

No, it's so great.

It's so good.

And so, finally, to lot 125A.

And another of our occasional

Jonathan Graziosi's.

This unusual painting is entitled:

Die, Piggy-Piggy, Die, Die...

...and has a reserve of $80,000.

At $80,000, then.

Anyone?

Bid.

$80,000.

Excuse me.

Is that...?

We have...

...$80,000, lady at the front.

$85,000, anyone?

$85,000, gentleman at the back.

No advance. No one else. All through--

$90,000.

$90,000.

Ha!

Anyone at $95,000?

Be smart, take her money.

Let me pay you later!

You're supposed to buy the painting.

-But you can make double the money!

-Just doing my job.

Yes, $95,000. Ha!

$100,000.

Anyone at $105,000?

$105,000, gentleman at the back.

May I remind you,

we recently sold a Graziosi...

...for a record $50,000,

the most ever paid for a Graziosi.

$50,000, less than, ha, half

the current bidding price.

$110,000.

Anyone at $115?

Sir?

$115?

I told you.

Certainly, to let this go for $110,000 would

be a crime of the greatest magnitude.

Yes! $115,000, gentleman at the back.

All done, and down it goes at $115,000

to bidder number 702.

That brings us to the end of the auction.

Thank you. Good night.

I can't talk. I have to see Gina.

Gina told me the happy news.

I'm baking you two a cake.

That's incredibly nice of you.

I'll see you a bit later, then.

Who are you? What is this?

It's the three-month anniversary

of our very first date.

I'm a complete...

...idiot. Sorry.

But do you mind company?

Who?

Humans and gorillas are primates.

-He reminded me of you.

-He would.

Happy anniversary.

My God. I feel so horrible that

I didn't remember to get anything for you.

Oh, my God!

Swap?

You can't afford this!

Come here.

I have an opposable thumb.

Gina, hang on.

Calm down. Calm down.

Listen, I can afford it, because, you know...

...things have been going really well

at work recently.

Apart from...

...this one thing that I think

we should talk about, okay?

I'll go.

Who is it?

It's Jehovah bloody Witnesses.

Please go away. Thank you.

We're not interested.

They must be very devoted.

Hang on.

Excuse me.

I want my money now.

-I can't talk about this now.

-No talk. Money. Now!

Hello, Gina.

Michael, what's going on?

Prince Charles here just cost me $130,000.

And he's gonna make it up

out of his own pocket. What's this worth?

They were auctioning Johnny's paintings

to launder money.

Not "they."

"We."

And a connoisseur had the taste

to try to buy some of my art.

She was 90 years old and blind.

She wasn't a connoisseur.

Your jerk fianc wouldn't even let her bid.

Cheating innocent collectors

wasn't part of the deal!

You had a deal?

No. No.

When angered, I make this sound....

Then how come you took commission

from the painting I sold last night?

This is why you told me

not to come tonight.

Because if I was there,

you'd have trouble not looking at me.

Very smooth. Very smooth.

Did you take a commission?

ls that how you afforded this?

We burst your little

Town & Country bubble here?

I don't know who you think you are--

-That's it! Get out.

-Don't touch me!

All right. All right.

Other primates fear the gorilla.

Don't be a moron, Johnny.

Just relax, okay? Relax.

Come on, Johnny. You don't need the gun.

You're right. I don't.

I hate to do this

to such a beautiful establishment...

...but you gotta learn how to pay up!

Stop.

Stop!

My diet is leaves and fresh fruit.

Oh, my God!

What happened? Did it ricochet?

He's dead.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God....

It's not your fault. It's okay.

Here's what we'll do.

I'm gonna call the police.

You can't.

They own half the police.

What have I done?

Don't you worry.

-You go home. I'll call your father.

-Daddy?

We can deal with this.

You're one of the guys now.

Gina, listen to me. That's not true.

No, you're right. This is a job for the boys.

-You don't understand.

-Don't touch me!

I do. I understand perfectly.

I've always understood.

That's why I warned you. That's why

you swore to me this wouldn't happen.

Let me explain!

-I'll just put this in the kitchen.

-No!

No, thank you. Thank you so much,

but I just learned I'm diabetic.

Thank you so much

for the thought, though.

Funny how life imitates art.

All right.

Don't worry. We can handle this.

It's gonna be okay.

First thing, do you have any plastic bags?

Absolutely.

Jesus. Sweet Jesus.

Here.

What am I supposed to do with that?

I don't know.

I thought perhaps...

...the gun?

Bigger? Right.

Sorry! Sorry!

The trick is to hook up under the armpits.

Good evening again, Mrs. Horton.

Just getting rid of all the food with sugar.

Don't push.

Sh*t!

-Would you stay down?

-I am down!

Frankie?

Al?

It's Frankie.

Vitale?

It's Al.

Unbelievable.

My God, Sante.

Did you get hit?

Are you kidding?

Thank God we're chickenshits!

Real tough guys would've stood there

and aimed.

So who's your friend?

That's Big Mickey from Kansas City.

Friend of ours.

I thought Big Mickey was dead.

The father. This is Little Big Mickey.

Wasn't there a Little Big Mickey

out of Chicago?

That's the original Little Big Mickey.

This is Little Big Mickey Blue Eyes.

So you work for Tony Two-Tone.

Who you got over there?

ls that Sonny Marsalino?

Wasn't he in witness protection?

Took us seven years.

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