Mikey and Nicky Page #4

and really have at it.

- Let's just open the door first.

- Go ahead. Open the door.

No, hold on there!

Hold on!

I got you.

I'm exhausted, really, Nick.

This is foolish.

- Shh.

- Nick.

- Please. It's just foolish.

- Foolish.

- Frankly, I think it's ridiculous.

- You didn't like my mother.

I loved your mother.

I thought she was a wonderful woman.

Why is it ridiculous

to visit her grave?

- Because it's 1:00 in the morning.

- That makes it nicer.

That doesn't make it anything, Nick.

A grave is a grave.

There's not a religion in the world

that says a person's soul

is buried with them in their grave.

- It's not your mother in there.

- You don't believe any of that stuff?

No.

You don't believe

there's anything after you die.

Uh, me, personally, no.

I believe you die, and that's it.

And that doesn't scare you.

To think that one day you'll die,

you'll be over.

Won't be anything. You won't know

anything. There'll be nothing.

Look, Nick, you wanna visit your mother?

Let's visit your mother

because the conversation is stupid.

It isn't stupid, it's interesting

if you're gonna die.

Well, I'm not gonna die,

so I think it's stupid.

- Yeah, well, you are someday.

- Look, Nick.

- You're gonna die someday.

- I'm not gonna stand here

till 1:
00 in the morning and discuss

what's gonna happen to me when I die.

I mean, that mishegoss I leave

to the Catholics.

Aren't you gonna die someday?

Aren't you gonna die someday?

- Aren't you gonna die someday?

- Nick, I'm not gonna...

All I want to know is,

are you gonna die someday?

Nick, you wanna visit your mother's

grave? Let's do that and get out.

Give me your lighter. I wanna see

the names on those headstones.

Here.

Watch it.

There's a grave.

- Oh. Excuse me.

- Grave.

Let me see this.

- Where are you?

- Here.

Excuse me.

"Born March 5th, 1863.

Died January 28, 1930."

That's not it.

Are we close, do you think?

Nick?

- Look at this, will you?

- Nick, are we close?

I don't know.

Gotta see some more names.

Is that how you find it? You memorized

the names on the headstones?

She's buried next to

a whole family of Irishmen.

It's a Catholic cemetery, Nick.

It's full of Irishmen.

Hey, look. You don't want

to come with me?

Let's just forget about it.

I'll go alone.

Oh, sure, I climbed the wall and

I don't know where the hell I am...

excuse me...

you're gonna go alone!

Who do you keep saying

"excuse me" to?

Oh, did I make a mistake.

Excuse me.

You didn't make a mistake.

This is a good thing to do.

- Hey, Ma!

- I'm gonna hit you!

What for? You're afraid

I'm gonna wake somebody up?

Do you know the difference

between not believing in something

and having a little respect for it?

- Hey, Ma! Where are you?

- I'm going.

Hey, Ma, where are you?

- All right. I'm going. I'm goin', Nick.

- Hey, Ma! I'm here!

- I'm goin'.

- Hey, Ma!

Ma, if anything happens to me,

Mikey did it.

Hey! Take that back!

Oh, are you still here?

I thought you left.

You son of a b*tch!

Take it back!

Okay, Ma, I take it back.

You'll find out for yourself anyway.

- Listen, Nick.

- Hi.

All right, listen.

Let's not fool around anymore.

- I'm not fooling around.

- Listen to me.

This is a very big park,

and I'm sure you'll agree with me

- if we look through every headstone...

- Here.

Right here.

Hey, Mike, you know what?

Now that I'm here,

I don't know what to do.

Don't do that.

My ma doesn't mind me laughing.

Do you, Ma?

- Stop it, Nick.

- Just talking to my mother.

You don't have to talk

out loud to her.

Uh. Well

I don't know what to do.

This is tough, man. This is hard.

It's very hard to talk to a dead person.

I have nothing in common.

Hi, Ma.

Nick, you're making me

forget the Kaddish.

Ma... I'm sorry, Mikey.

Ma...

I don't want to die, Ma.

I'm talking to my mother here.

- Hey, Mikey.

- I'm trying to remember the Kaddish.

Wouldn't it be great...

I was just gonna say,

wouldn't it be great if she was alive?

Don't you wish

your mother was alive?

Of course I wish

my mother was alive.

I think that's the reason

we're such good friends.

Because we remember each other

from when we were kids.

Things that happened when we were

kids that no one knows about but us.

It's in our heads.

That's how we know they really happened.

What are you talking about? I know

what really happened when I was a kid.

Yeah, but no one else does.

I mean, everyone we knew

when we were kids is dead.

So what?

I still remember what happened.

And I tell Annie about a lot of things

that happened when I was a kid.

And she enjoys listening to that.

- Well, you don't know what I mean.

- Oh, of course not, 'cause I'm stupid.

No, I wish...

I wish my mother was alive.

I wish your mother was alive.

And I wish your father was alive,

and I wish my father was alive.

And I wish your brother,

Izzy, was alive.

- Did you know my brother, Izzy?

- Sure.

God, don't you remember?

I mean, he lost all his hair.

And then

we called him "baldy. "

And the next day he died.

Then we went to the grave

and we apologized.

He was ten years old,

God rest his soul.

My poor brother.

Oh, this is terrible.

Come on. Let's go.

I think it's this way.

Oh, excuse me.

That's a grave.

- Watch the headstones.

- Okay. Excuse me.

- Thank God you're here.

- Whoo.

You son of a b*tch.

Oh, you son of a b*tch.

...now five.

You got three and four.

What's the difference?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, explain it to me.

I been an hour.

They're just not gonna show up.

They're not gonna show.

What, did you go... did you go

inside the theater? Warren.

I said, didn't you go

inside the theater?

No, I don't see what you mean, no.

What do you think they're planning...

to shoot you at a movie house?

If they were planning something,

that wouldn't be in a theater.

Warren. Warren!

Now, I want you to

do me a favor.

Don't do the job.

Look, I don't want to have

a misunderstanding with you.

I know I need a sale,

and I'm...

All right. I'm gonna check it out

right now. Is that all right?

Yeah.

That moron's got one idea in his head:

They're screwing me. That's all.

You know they're all paranoiac,

these guys.

Yeah, maybe.

But if they're not in the theater,

he may be right.

May I help you find a seat, sir?

No, that's okay.

I can find one.

Hit you.

How far you gonna drive me?

We gotta drive to a city

where there's an airport

and take a plane out.

- "We"?

- We.

- You're goin' with me?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you son of a b*tch.

I'm comin' with you.

Won't I get you in bad with Resnick,

disappearing like that?

Don't you think you ought to make

some excuse to him for leaving?

- These guys don't like to look bad.

- F*** 'em.

It's my wife I'm thinkin'.

And my kid.

You wanna go to the girl?

Boob and Tenth?

Oh! Oh! Baby!

Go to the safe deposit box,

take out $4,000.

Right. Mikey

Harry's up.

He's not sick, and he's up.

This is like the third time he's up.

I'm glad to see you again.

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