The Pope of Greenwich Village

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The summer wind

Came blowing in

From across the sea

It lingered there

To touch your hair

And walk with me

All summer long

We sang a song

And then we strolled that golden sand

Two sweethearts

And the summer wind

Like painted kites

Those days and nights

They went flying by

The world was new

Beneath a blue umbrella sky

Then softer than a piper man

One day it called to you

I lost you

I lost you to the summer wind

The autumn wind

And the winter winds

They have come and gone

And still the days

Those lonely days they go...

Hi, Charlie. It's 3:30.

I'm taking Beth's 4:00 class

'cause she's got an audition.

Sorry I won't be able

to make your dinner.

Hey, do me a favor, don't cook.

- Jesus.

- Be good.

That never end

My fickle friend

The summer wind

Warm summer wind

Where the hell you been? Frankie.

How come nobody keeps me waiting

when they're looking to borrow it?

- You don't want it? You don't want it?

- Gimme the money. Gimme the money.

- We gotta stop meeting like this.

- Gimme the money!

Yeah, grazie.

- Ronnie, I'm sorry.

- Paulie came in late, too.

- Paulie came in late?

- So I been working short a waiter.

Charlie, he's your cousin,

but the kid pushes it to the hilt.

Hey, tell me about it.

I been on the phone

with reservations half the day.

Christ, don't people know

how bad the food is here?

Ladies' room toilet

overflowed during lunch.

To top it off, the old man's upstairs.

He's got a bug up his ass this big.

- Claims he's being robbed blind.

- What else is new?

He's not bullshitting, Charlie.

He's checking the waiters' dupes.

He's checking the dupes tonight?

You tell Paulie?

I already told Paulie.

The party is over for a while.

And you're the guy on the line with him.

Has Nicky been in yet?

He's late,

like everybody else around here.

Oh, and the machine's been

out of Marlboros for a week now.

And J3 on the jukebox sticks.

Charlie, this bimbo broad

you're getting started with,

this is Johnny Mack's private stock.

Who's getting started?

Huh? What am I doing?

What did I do?

Is Paulie here?

Will you give me a break,

for Christ's sake?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Hey, Paulie, now. Come on.

You got it.

That's good, Charlie.

The house had some nice week here.

$195. What do you want for yourself?

- Let me grab 15 for cab fare.

- You got it.

Paulie make his payment?

Paulie who?

Anything I can get for you?

My name is Paulie.

If you need anything,

you will call me, yes? Absolutely.

Hey, Frankie, what number came in today?

Brooklyn number? 417.

- What'd you have? 325?

- No, I had 417.

- Not with me, you didn't.

- 325.

- You got it.

- Billy.

Walter, any time on table six.

You okay with your Shylocks out there?

I got a few, if you need it, man.

Ronnie warn you about the old man?

Paulie, it's serious.

Cut that out, you Argentine degenerate.

That's my cousin's ass you're rubbing.

That's family.

This ain't some filthy little jail

in Caracas.

It's Amer-ii-ca!

Where the hell are my clams?

We get some f***ing plates?! Come on!

Keep quiet. Shut up. Just eat, huh?

Patty, enjoy the scarol'. Vito, dig in.

Everything is taken care of.

Alla salute.

- Salut'.

- Salut'.

You like the steak?

Who's got the big table?

- Maybe Paulie.

- Maybe Paulie.

- Walter's half whacked.

- Walter the cook?

Walter the cook.

You know another Walter in the place?

Somebody's been feeding him vodka.

Hey, now what's wrong with this, Paulie?

He ordered Beefeater. Says it ain't.

Nobody would do that, Charlie.

Who'd give that boozer a drink?

All the waiters know better. Of course,

I can't vouch for the busboys.

The big party on table eight?

- Let me see the check.

- I got their ticket, man.

- Let me see the check.

- What for?

'Cause you're running a contract

at that table, that's what for,

and half the dishes aren't on the check.

No? We'll borrow

a thousand apiece from Frankie Shy

and bet it on the check.

If you got more than six entrees

on it, you win.

I count, uh... I count 12 entrees...

I count 12 entrees on that table,

three of them steaks.

Paulie, I'll go you double or nothing

whether you got a single f***ing

steak on that check.

Careful on that double

or nothing, Charlie.

You'll lose your ass on that bet.

Gimme the book.

Hey, Charlie, you were in.

Hey, man, I'm serious.

You were in for a ten-spot.

Serious, you were in...

Six entrees. Six entrees, huh?

- You're a greedy bastard, know that?

- Charlie...

You're a greedy bastard.

I had you figured for a sawbuck.

You had me figured for a sawbuck.

For what, to tide me over

when the old man fires me?

Relax. That old a**hole

won't know a thing.

Plus you're feeding the cook vodka

to get your food out without dupes.

Another hour, he's gonna go face-ass

down into a bowl of scaloppini.

I'm gonna have to go behind

the range, blow another $80 shirt.

I mean, at least that oughta be enough

so you stop screwing me.

Screwing you?

I wasn't screwing you, Charlie.

I had you figured for a sawbuck.

Hey, I don't want a sawbuck, all right?

I want my job.

Cousin or no cousin,

that's the last check you rob, capisce?

- Capisce. I understand.

- You understand me? I'm serious now.

Do you understand me? I'm serious now.

- Fix your tie.

- What?

Fix your tie.

You're such a f***ing slob.

- This good?

- Go.

Do you have my charge tips?

No, I'm not done yet, Waldo.

Mr. Owner would like to see you

after you check out.

And you, you little prick...

You stole my clams.

Hey, Paulie, don't play with him.

We're not getting rich

in this place, Charlie.

You'll never get your own

joint like this, never.

I mean it, man.

We're breaking our ass for nickels...

Hey, Paulie, will you give me a break

and let me check out, please?

Good night, Charles.

Charles?

Charles.

- I'm out. I'm on the street.

- He fired you?

No, he fired us.

They nailed you on that big check.

He should die.

Die! Die, you old bastard!

No, you're the one that should die.

Ronnie told you it was my job.

Charlie. Hey, man.

Hey, man, don't blame me for what

that old bastard done to you.

He fired you, man, him!

- Hey, let me out of here, all right?

- Charlie!

We were starving in that shithouse.

Hey, why don't you grow up,

for Christ's sakes, huh?

Why don't you just f***ing grow up?

- Charlie.

- Charlie. What?

We were like a couple of victims in

there. You know, we could do better.

We could do a thousand percent better.

Hey, man, don't think so small.

For once in your life,

don't worry about a lousy job, okay?

Don't worry about a job?

Don't worry about...

What the f*** should I worry about, huh?

I owe six different department stores,

I got two Shylocks I gotta feed...

I got Shylocks, too.

You ain't alone here.

And those other a**holes, the stores?

You got no job now.

They can't collect no money off you.

Why can't you just admit

you was wrong, huh?

Why can't you just say,

"Charlie, I was wrong"?

- Wrong?

- Yeah, wrong.

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