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and listen to me good, okay?

This job is mine! Anybody tries

to take it, I'm gonna kill them.

I'm gonna kill anybody!

Anybody!

You okay?

- He get you good?

- No.

Just get away from me.

F*** him.

Leon.

Leon, stakeout. Let's go.

- What do you want?

- I'm looking for Leon.

- Leon ain't here.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.

I'll let him know you came by.

Sh*t. I'm Basil.

- What?

- Tell him Basil came by.

I will.

And you?

Are...?

Right. I'm Michelle.

Leon's sister.

- I'm Basil.

- I know. You said it, like, three times.

That's a pretty ring.

It's from my fianc.

He's a salesman from the suburbs.

So...

...Basil...

...you wanna come in?

This place is kind of stale,

don't you think?

Maybe we could, you know,

go to your place or something.

- But my aunts will be there, so...

- So we'll stay in the living room.

- No, I can't leave, really.

- Why not?

- Because.

- Because what?

- I told another date to meet me here.

- Another date?!

I cannot be dating just one guy.

It'd be like I'm married or something.

Dear God, woman!

All these other loves in your life.

It's enough to make

a man feel impotent.

If you ask me,

you should only be dating me.

I'll date whoever I please.

- Hello, Beddo.

- Hi, Carmela.

- Hi. This is my date.

- lf you don't mind.

This is your date?

What is this, a joke?

Excuse us, please.

Another polka heading your way.

Here we go with something called

" My Little Darling."

I'm starting to think

we should just forget this job.

It's spinning out of control.

This job's not spinning

out of control. You are.

Try getting into her apartment,

not her pants.

I've been trying to get in

that apartment for two weeks.

- She's a tease. I don't understand her.

- You're falling in love with her.

- I don't fall in love, sweetheart.

- Oh, please.

It's all over your face.

Motherf***er.

- Hands off, midget.

- What did you say?

- She's with me tonight.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

- Well, he's with me.

Who is he, your pimp?

Come on, come on.

Come on. Want some, tough guy?

What the f*** are you doing?

How could you lose your head over

this hussy? She's a maid, for chrissake!

Wait, Carmela. Carmela.

Carmela, wait a second!

I'm sorry for the disturbance.

But I was enjoying an evening

with my girlfriend...

...when that mob attacked me.

- Get out of here.

Pero Mahlovic. 122 Ivanhoe.

- Sgt. Babitch, thank God you're here...

- Shut up.

The way you're going,

I should have them reserve you a cell.

You're such a kidder, Sgt. Babitch.

This is a very dangerous area.

Don't get smart with me,

you little prick.

- I will sh*t in you.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know. I know.

I'll be seeing you around, champ.

Okay, then.

Maybe at the mixer next week?

So that was very noble of you,

what you did tonight, you know.

No one's ever fought

over me that much.

Well, I can't help it.

I guess I feel compelled.

Why did that girl say

those things about me?

You know, she was jealous.

Yeah.

She was telling the truth.

I'm really just a maid.

I thought because you were

a big salesman and everything...

...you wouldn't like me as much, so...

Please. We live in a democracy.

I don't care you're a maid.

You can be anything you want.

I know. I just...

I don't know. I was just being silly.

I'm a silly liar.

You're not silly.

You're not silly.

- You know those old ladies I work for?

- Yeah.

They're going out of town on Tuesday.

And I live over on the West Side,

and I was thinking you could...

...come over for a nice,

romantic dinner.

I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.

What did you say?

- That I'm off on Tuesday night and I...

- No, no, no. The old ladies.

They're going to see

their mother in Steubenville.

- You could come to my place.

- I could.

Except, I have a date.

- You have a date?

- With my brothers.

We bowl. In a bowling league.

I like to bowl. Could I come?

It's a men's league.

Yeah.

But we could go out another night.

This weekend.

- One more beer!

- Give me the money and get out!

- Get the f*** out!

- Your mother's a whore!

Carmela. Look at me.

Look at me for a second.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

I like you too.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

No!

- No! Help! Help me!

- Give me the purse!

Somebody help me!

What a shitty way to go, huh?

Snatching a purse like a street punk.

- Something ain't right in the world.

- He had a tough life.

His mother was a whore.

Sorry, I can't go in.

Death scares him.

Excuse me, gentlemen. It's time.

We ain't done nothing to Cosimo

that he ain't done to somebody else.

- Still don't make it right, I guess.

- He was a good friend to me.

What are you talking about?

He was an a**hole.

He'd screw his mother

and not think twice.

Watch your mouth.

It's not about him anyway.

Okay?

It's about the job.

We worked hard for this thing.

This is our dream

we've been building here.

What's your son gonna eat?

Your guilt?

Who'll pay for that wedding reception?

The memory of Cosimo?

You're the poorest man I ever seen.

Did Cosimo ever help you out?

And you. Are you gonna stay

a bum all your life?

This is about the job, plain and simple.

We all need it to survive.

And there ain't a goddamn thing

we can do to change that.

How you doing?

It's Antwerp.

The tools are ready for tonight.

They're in a duffle bag in a dumpster

in the back of your building. Got it?

Why are you dressed like a priest?

You're an idiot.

You see that?

Babitch smells blood.

Good luck.

- He's putting the screws on us.

- Don't worry.

We pull this job,

we'll all end up in the slammer.

Don't worry about Babitch.

I'll take care of Babitch.

My place, 8:
00.

We need this.

We need this.

What the f*** is this?

It's almost $ 16,000.

If something should happen

to go down tonight...

...I'm hoping you'll forget...

...you ever saw us.

Stupid bastard.

What the f*** are you doing?

Give me one good reason

not to bury your...!

Give me one good reason.

Babitch.

What do you make?

What are you making, 30,000 a year?

You live in a one-bathroom house, man.

You got four kids.

You drive a Chevette. Your wife

rides the bus to work. For what?

Just so you can protect some money

in some rich guy's safe?

For what?

Look at me.

Nobody gets hurt.

They won't get hurt.

Now get off my porch.

You know, you should get going.

Leon will be here any second.

I don't know. I was thinking, maybe it's

time we tell your brother about us.

Tell him what?

About us.

- That we're in love.

- You crazy?

You think I'm gonna leave

my fianc for you? Come on.

- But we're in love.

- But he has a good job.

He can get me out

of this neighborhood.

- I can get you out of here.

- And take me where? To jail?

What do you want, then?

Your rich man?

Is that what you want?

- Is that gonna make you happy?

- Yeah.

No.

I don't know.

Well, what do you want?

I want an honest man.

You all right?

I'm fine.

- You want a drink?

- No. Thank you.

What do you want?

I need a favor. Only you can help me.

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