Prizzi's Honor Page #2

Pineapple juice with rum.

I had it in Cuba.

What were you doing in Cuba?

I was on my honeymoon.

I didn't know you was married.

My husband left me 4 years ago.

I don't know where he's.

I don't wanna know.

He left you!

Crazy huh!

I could find him for you.

Let him stay lost!

Well you might wanna

get married again someday.

Maybe...

but until that happens...

I don't wanna know about him.

What about you?

Are you married?

Once I was almost married.

Mae rose was her name.

We grew up together.

One night we had a big fight...

because I was dancing too much

with another girl.

I suppose I did it on purpose...

because I wanted

to make her jealous.

So she flew off to Mexico

with the guy.

Shacks up in a hotel...

Father sends some goons down there

to clobber the guy.

Brings her back to the States and

don't let her back into his house.

That was 4 years ago.

That's it?

Yeah, she can't even go

to Brooklyn any more.

Only unless it's a special occasion...

weddings, funerals,

stuff like that.

We're still friends.

She's in decorating.

She did my apartment,

real nice job she did too.

That's some family you got.

Anyway...

I like you coat.

Do you?

A coat like this...

stand out in New York,

you know.

My father always says

it's better...

to stand out because

of how serious you are...

instead of clothes, cars

or diamond rings...

For men that is.

What am I doing all

the talking here for?

How come I met you

at a Prizzi's wedding...

and you ain't no wop?

The Bishop who married them

wasn't Italian.

No he's a Polak.

So am I.

Walker is a Polak name?

No, it was Walkervisks.

I shortened it.

My maiden name was

Irene Walkervisks.

Either way...

you're sure one

beautiful woman to me.

I guess I thought that Walker sounded

more like a tax consultant should.

You're a tax

consultant?

What do you do

when you consult?

I save people money.

Show them the angles.

There are a lot of angles.

This L. A corporation...

had a guy kidnapped

in the Middle East...

so I told them they ran some money

that was tax deductible staff loss.

- Things like that.

- Terrific.

Charley...

- Shall we go?

- Oh, yeah, sure.

We'll take my car.

- What kind of a car is this?

- An Excaliber.

Japanese make them in England

for the Arabian market.

Great California car.

It's a great anyplace car.

Jesus it must cost though huh?

Well it wasn't free but

think what'll cost in two years.

- Like to eat outside?

- Yeah.

Irene I gotta say it.

I can't sleep.

I'm a grown man middle aged

maybe...

but no...

nobody in my life has ever

affected me anything...

like the way that

you make me feel.

I love you.

That's it.

That's everything.

I love you.

I think I'm in love with you

too Charley.

No it ain't in love.

In love is temporary.

Then you move on

to the next in love.

Everybody is always falling

in and out of love.

I notice.

I remember everything...

I read about it in magazines.

When you're just in love

it's just...

Wait a minute.

A hormonal secretion...

which changes the senses smells.

So as to affect someone

in a certain way.

That's what in love is.

Who needs it.

Love.

I mean, I love you

I think that's sounds

like I'm hedging, but...

I don't know how to say it

because I've never said it before.

All my life I've had

to protect myself and...

you can't protect yourself from

anything when you love somebody.

I love you Charley.

What's that they're playing?

That's "Noche de Ronda."

I'm never gonna

forget it.

I'm never gonna forget

this dress.

I'm never gonna forget anything

about today.

Wherever we go

whatever it is...

whenever they play this song...

this is gonna be our song.

Irene!

Everything being equal...

would you marry me?

Everything being equal...

I'd marry you tonight

Oh, yeah!

Have a cigar!

My favourites.

From Mexico.

Smell delicious!

Charley come in.

You know Cyril, don't you?

Hello Charley nice to see ya'.

- Wanna cigar Charley?

- No, thanks.

Sit down!

Now Cyril,

you tell him...

what happened at the big casino

with those dirty bastards.

I've been President of the Prizzi's

casinos in Vegas for 20 years...

and I have never seen

a scam like this before.

I've got 14 phony I.O. U

They come to $722,085.

Now when the collectors go to

pick up the money...

the player that signed the I.O. U

is dead...

from some bad cold or something

before he signed the paper.

Or else he was someplace else and

he wasn't in Vegas to sign it.

Every piece of paper is counter-signed,

that's house rules...

by Louis Paul,

the acting manager...

and the man in the cage,

Marxie Heller.

They had to be working together.

I don't get it.

Louis takes paper to the cage

all he gets back is chips.

- That's house rules too.

- Yeah.

Now the big boss tells me

there's a woman in it.

He says that he twice saw Louis...

bring two big racks of $1,000

plates to this woman.

She went to cashiers window but

he didn't think anything of it.

So where's Louis and Heller?

Louis caught it.

A bullet in the head.

Heller is hauled up in L. A

He's got a wife out there.

They found Louis laid out

in the front seat of his car...

in the parking lot of Leone's bar

way out on the street.

I knew Louis when he was a helper

on an ice truck 30 years ago.

We taught him his trade.

He wasn't smart enough to figure

a scam like this.

So I guess the first thing to do...

is to find Marxie Heller.

I remember him now.

He always wore

a silver toupe on the job.

He had dark brown bags under his eyes

as if he had coffee grounds in 'em.

That's him.

He was good with figures, steady.

But he got T.B.

Charley...

Louis Palo was thief

but he was ours.

Heller must have iced him

So you ice Heller.

Ok.

What do you want my friend?

The Prizzis sent me.

Where is your wife Mr. Heller?

She's at the supermarket.

And just who are you?

Charley Partanna.

Where's the money Marxie?

Straight arrow Charley.

The old American hood.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Get up onto your feet!

Come on!

Put your hands up!

I think you broke my wrist.

You won't need it.

Come on!

I'm home, dear!

Marxie's not here, Mrs. Heller.

Charley!

What are you doing here?

Why didn't you call first?

You always call first!

Charley!

Marxie Heller's wife?

You married to Marxie Heller?

- Where's the money?

- Money?

No bullshit.

Your husband killed Louis Palo

for the money, where is it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You've knocked me for whoop here.

- Where Is Marxie?

- Dead.

In the trunk of his car.

Stop this cheap bullshit!

Where's the money

that your husband and Louis Palo...

scammed from the Prizzi's

in Las Vegas?

Maybe I...

I do know something about it.

He had a bag with him.

I'll show you.

It could be in here.

It's the only place I know

it could be.

You sure?

I'm sure.

I got $360 here.

Half.

Half?

Don't keep telling me

what I just said.

Where is the rest of the money?

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