The Pope of Greenwich Village Page #4

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Hey, man,

you'll die if you eat that sh*t.

This guy is selling

instant hepatitis here.

It ain't nothing but warm germs

going here.

Charlie, we're gonna

lose our partner here, man.

This upazz' bought a horse.

What's your story?

Come here, Charlie.

With these eyes, four more years,

they're gonna tell me to buy a shepherd.

I'm 58.

I got a 25-year-old retarded kid

my wife won't let go of.

I've a two-family house,

a little left on the mortgage.

I might see some extra bucks every month

if the neighborhood don't go colored.

Colored, man.

I need one nice score now so the kid's

got something going for him.

- One nice score.

- Right.

Absolutely.

Hey, Paulie, where the hell you

gonna keep that horse you bought?

- I thought you live on Carmine Street.

- At the racetrack, for Christ's sake.

It ain't a f***ing pet, Barney.

It's a racehorse, okay? Huh.

Hey, either one of you do any time?

- What, are you nuts?!

- Hey, Barney, whoa.

Do I look like I could afford

to do any time?

I'm no tough guy.

They send me upstate,

some big militant begunda's

gonna grab me in the shower

and "ram it up yo' ass!"

- F*** that sh*t.

- It's no joke.

All this talk about doing time

makes me nervous.

Are you in, Charlie, or what?

Is there gonna be money in that safe?

Yes, man. For the tenth time, yes.

Barney, don't eat this sh*t.

Give me this.

- Hey, come on. Stop. What the f***?

- It ain't good for you, Barney.

I paid two bucks for it!

Gimme the two bucks!

- Hey, Bunky.

- Hey, Nunzi.

Who's the guys?

The Chinks? They're okay.

They're with Eddie.

- How's the calamari?

- Mm.

Hey, Bunky, the fight next week,

you still got a hook-up for tickets?

Yeah, but let me know how many.

Tomorrow, I'll give you a call.

Will you give me a break

with that smoke?

What's the matter? No scungilli tonight?

My stomach's a little sour.

I wanna eat bland for a while.

You could have a wire that big

underneath all that sauce.

You're the cop.

You're supposed to be wired, not me.

No more, Eddie.

Don't you read the newspapers?

All the cops are getting pinched now.

Wise guys, they're too busy testifying.

You're right.

Yeah, everything

is upside down out there.

The whole world is upside down.

Listen, uh...

I hear you're having a little trouble

with Carlucci.

Put something in your mouth, Bunky.

It's good.

The brass, they're getting

a little nervous, you understand?

We're sweetening up the pot this month.

You keep everybody calm.

There'll be 150 large there.

Make your usual pick-up

in your usual place.

That's all that counts. No?

You're right.

I remember you. You're the guy...

Yeah, I'm the guy

who got his car f***ing towed.

- And you're Jinty, right?

- Ginty.

- That's what I said.

- What the hell are you doing?

Don't worry about it, Gint. Here.

Put that in your cup.

Please God,

you're not poisoning the man, are you?

It ain't poison.

It's horse physic.

Hey, pour the ginger ale, man.

It's what they give horses

when they can't sh*t.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

How many of those little envelopes

do they give to a horse that can't sh*t?

One. One envelope will bust

a block of concrete, man.

Take a long time to work?

It ain't slow.

Encore.

Yeah. 1013.

Uh, Castle Hill and Westchester Avenue.

There's an officer down.

Officer needs assistance here.

Hurry, man, hurry. Yeah.

Cop sh*t in his pants!

Cop sh*t his pants! Sh*t his pants!

Whoo! Yeah!

Cop sh*t his pants!

Cop sh*t his pants! Cop sh*t his pants!

He's a cop. He's a cop.

He's a cop. He sh*t his pants.

The cop sh*t his pants!

It's nice.

It's slightly run-down

and needs a little paint.

It's nice.

It's old. I like that.

- Hello. How are you?

- I'll be with you in a moment.

Needs a buffing machine in the kitchen.

That's the first thing I'd do.

You've painted it

and taken care of the silverware.

Now all we need's a way to buy it.

It's still for sale.

Charlie, you've stopped

even looking for a job.

Listen, uh... after next week,

I might make a real score.

I might not need a job.

Is Paulie part of it?

No.

- Really?

- Yeah, Paulie's part of it.

Hi. Uh, I hope you're not here

to see Linwood.

- He's gone for the day.

- He's not here?

No, we just came up to have lunch.

Would you tell Linwood

that we stopped by?

Mm-hm. Beaujolais?

Beaujolais. Beaujolais?

- Yes.

- Beaujolais. A full bottle.

He's just got you fired.

Maybe he's trying to make it up to me.

When are you gonna outgrow him, Charlie?

Outgrow him?

Diane, maybe WASPs outgrow people.

Italians, they outgrow clothes,

not people.

Hey, Nicky tells me you bought a horse.

- Who Nicky?

- Nicky the Nose.

He says you bought a racehorse.

Well, not a whole horse, Pop.

There's three of us.

Now, look, listen, Paulie.

You're 28 years old.

Your mother's not doing you no favor

by bringing manicot' over twice a week

by washing your laundry.

I mean, Rockefellers own racehorses.

Big-shot mafiosos own racehorses.

Waiters don't own racehorses, Paulie.

You went on the street for the money?

To Nappy. I took five large off him.

- How much did he bang you for?

- 200 a week in juice.

You got no gripe there,

but what are you gonna do

if you can't make these payments?

Pop, you should see this horse.

She runs in a couple of weeks.

This horse is gonna make money, Pop.

In my bones, I feel it.

Paulie, look, God forbid,

I don't wish you any hard luck,

but listen to me...

I don't think you're gonna see

even a little piece of baccala

for this deal, you know?

Hey, Pop, it's better you don't smoke.

Jesus Christ, I'm surrounded!

You know, Paulie, I should

have been a lot tougher with you.

My brothers whack their kids a lot more.

They're better off.

Nicky the Nose is better off?

He's got a house in Staten Island.

Pop, the Nose is my first cousin,

but he's a total a**hole.

Yeah? He trades in an Olds

98 every year.

Pop, the Nose ain't even Napulitan',

for Christ's sake.

It's his mother's side all the way.

Genoese. He don't go for spit.

The Nose shines his own shoes, Pop.

That's no big success.

So what do you call success, huh?

Knowing how to spend it.

I never ordered a brandy

in my life wasn't Cordon Bleu.

I took 500 from Shylocks, Pop,

to see Sinatra at the Garden.

Sat two seats away from Tony Bennett.

That's success, Pop.

Where is this interview

you're going to tonight?

Uh, it's around.

You're not going to an interview.

No.

You don't even bother

to lie to me carefully anymore.

It's an insult to be lied

to so obviously.

Diane, I'll tell you what...

tomorrow I'm gonna turn over a new leaf,

and I promise you,

my lies will be better.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Come on. Let's dance.

- We can't dance to that.

No, we can dance.

Vinnie, can we have some music?

You got it, Charlie.

It's closing time

In this nowhere cafe

There's no way in the world

I'm gonna let that girl

Let her slip away

Don't go.

Don't go where?

Wherever you're going.

How can you tell me not to go

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