Once Upon a Time in America Page #5

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Listen to me, you socialist a**hole!

We don't give a good fart about the

socialist workers and their movements.

We just want you out of the factory so we

can get the furnaces working again.

This is the last offer

you're gonna get.

You want to sign it or what?

Tell your bosses they can

wipe their ass with it.

Fill her up.

This is my last...

Hold it, boys. Don't shoot.

It's me, Crowning.

- Crowning!

- Yeah!

- That'll do, boys.

- What'll do?

We almost got the kid

where we want him.

And we got the boss where we want him.

Easy!

Easy!

Put 'em down.

Put your guns away, boys.

Just swapping prisoners.

Fair trade, huh, chickenhead?

Union boy over here for Mr. Boss Man.

Well, look who's here.

Fat Moe's boneyard boys.

Which reminds me...

...how's that cancer in your gut

coming along, Chicken Joe?

- Untie him.

- I don't take orders from you.

We're not asking you to take orders, Joe.

We're telling you.

Now go ahead, untie him.

Untie him.

Untie him.

Who are you?

Who's paying you?

I think this is really gonna piss you off, Mac.

I think it's those dirty dirty

politician friends of yours.

Yeah? Well, you crawl back and tell

'em we don't want you in with us.

Our fight's got nothing to do with

liquor and prostitution and dope.

Well, you'd better

get used to the idea, pal.

This country is still growing up.

Certain diseases it's better

to have when you're still young.

You boys ain't a mild case

of the measles. You're the plague.

And bastards like him are immune.

That's the difference

between us and them!

Take it easy.

The difference is,

that they are always gonna win.

And you'll keep

getting it up the ass.

Sooner than you think.

Chief Aiello, moving policemen into

the factory came as a surprise to everyone.

The press, the unions,

especially the strikers.

Well, what did you want,sweetheart,

a declaration of war?

- Ours was a peaceable operation.

- Wasn't that contrary to the new union laws?

I'm chief of police,

not chief of people.

Was there any violence

on the parts of strikers to justify your...

My motto was:

"Prevention, not repression. "

But you let scabs move in

and start working.

Young lady, you wanna talk to me,

call them "unemployed workers. "

Now, with your permission, I'll take these

flowers to my missis before they wilt.

Or maybe you heard.

I'm the father of a baby boy.

We heard he's the youngest stockholder

in that factory you occupied.

What'd you mean by that?

They say management expressed their

thanks with a birthday present for the baby.

You know,

slander is a serious offense.

Especially when it comes

from a hack reporter.

You wanna find out how serious?

But since this is my first boy

after four girls...

...I'll declare amnesty.

Behave yourself!

Go!

Thank you!

He's eating?

- For five.

- For five? Well, why not.

You could feed an army

with these two milk plants.

We could open up a dairy.

Oh, hey. Che bella!

Who loves you? Who loves you?

I love you.

And I love you.

And I love you.

Lucy!

Don't you have

to feed him at 6:00?

Come in!

- Oh, here he is now.

- That's my son!

That's my son!

That's my son! That's my son!

Jesus Christ, they change fast.

Yeah, but he looks like my old man.

Yeah, yeah, look, same eyes.

And look, the same devilish pride.

Hey. Hey, hey!

Did you see his dickey?

- Vincent!

- What?

- The girls.

- The girls!

Sooner or later you have to learn that

after me, the boss in the house is him.

He's got balls like his papa.

- Hey!

- Let me have him.

No, no, no.

I'll do this. I'll do this, huh.

Hey. No, no, no.

Look. Hey, hey.

Let Papa change you.

Come on,

everything will be swell.

Come on, come on, come on.

What the f*** is this?

What is this? Huh? What's that?

- Look!

- It's the right number.

The right number?

I'll break your goddamn neck!

Find my son,

or I'll burn down this Goddamn building.

Hello!

Hello?

Would you shut up?

No, hey, no. Wait, wait.

I'm not talking to you.

Well, who's this?

Never mind...

To who am I talking?

Where the hell are you?

My son, where is he?

Where do you think? He's in the

maternity ward. He never left.

He got restless, so he wanted

to change his bed, that'all.

Then the other kids got the same idea,

so they also wanted to change their beds.

You got 30, 40 screaming babies

jumping from one bed to another...

...switching tags, so now we

do have a real problem.

Piece of sh*t whoever you are! What the f***

you you're saying? How shall I find my son!

Oh, no, no, no! Luckily, we were there to see

that everything was under control.

If you want, we can put

everything back where it was.

- Except this one problem. You gotta meet us halfway.

- Tell me!

Now, why do you give a f***

about who wins the strike?

That's got nothing to do with me!

What did I do?

What did you do?

First of all, you let the scabs in.

Second of all, you've got the cops in there

protecting them. That's what you do!

I'm a cop!

All right, shut the f*** up

and I'm gonna tell you what to do!

Now listen very carefully.

You're gonna call off your dogs and you

gonna let the strikers work it out with the bosses.

- You got that?

- I want my son right now!

You do that and we'll give

you the kid's number.

And if you don't do that,

look for your kid yourself. Have good luck!

- So, what is it gonna be?

- Okay, all right!

- I'll call my men off today.

- Attaboy!

You know, hey hello, for a rotten

red bastard son of a b*tch...

...you're not as stupid as I thought, yeah!

- All right, we'll be in touch with you.

- When will you call?

Don't worry, don't worry.

We'll be in touch with you. Bye.

- So?

- We got a deal.

- To a very smooth talker.

- Yeah!

- Mazel.

- At least.

- Peggy!

- Noodles!

Where's that switch list?

- The switch list?

- Yeah!

- I can't find it.

- What?

I can't find it.

- What'd you do with it?

- I think I dumped it with that hospital jacket.

What a yutz!

- Oh, Pat.

- Wait a minute, listen.

Listen, Noodles,

Noodles, wait. I remember.

The boys' numbers was odd, was even

and the girls' was odd.

- It's very simple.

- You took good stock.

Hey, let's give him an even number.

Eight. Let's pick an eight.

Eight.

- Yeah, it's a good number.

- Wait. What about the other pissers?

We're better than fate.

We give some the good life,

give it to others right up the ass.

All right, boys, let's settle up.

It's Saturday.

Settle-shmettle,

I'm gonna take mine out in trade.

You're such a nudge.

You know what? You know, I wish

I was switched when I was a kid.

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