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(suspenseful music)
(gunshots firing)
- Yeah, job's done.
Can't talk right now I'm with family.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, take care.
Manuella,
- Manuella. - Ramos.
Will you never learn?
(woman coughing)
They will not fully accept you because you are half Italian.
Take comfort in knowing
that it's not your fault.
Your Spanish blood is your virtue.
(woman coughing)
Spain is your true north, is your blood.
In the end,
they will betray you.
When your last time you have spoken to your mother in Spain?
Please do it.
You broke her heart.
When you have chosen your father's side,
- Manuella, I did not choose.
I was a child.
- It's not how she sees it.
(uplifting music)
- [Woman in Background] Ramos, that's you.
- Hey baby.
My grandma gave me an old ring from my grandpa,
an old gold coin.
(upbeat music)
Sleep tonight?
Even in the daytime.
Well...
How many pills you have today?
- You know, just a few.
I'm in pain.
- Pain.
Doctor says the pain's over a month ago.
- Well,
fuck the doctor.
Why you bringing up?
- Because you're popping pills every fucking day
and it's worrying me, that's why.
- Maybe if you were so worried,
you wouldn't let me work.
Not cheap second-rate club was a hospice, huh?
- I make decent money.
- Not enough.
Carmine throw you his scraps.
- Carmine does all right by me.
I have to keep a low profile and you know that.
- Wake the the fuck up.
Scraps they throw you.
- I make good money, it's just--
- Just what?
You gonna say I spend all your money?
Who could help you, on what?
On what?
This second-hard trap?
- Baby, just a little longer.
And everything's going to be la doca vita.
- Stop with the Italian.
You speak 20 words.
You should speak Spanish.
You're a speck.
- Stop the bullshit Svetlana.
Stop.
- I have to work eight hours Sunday
in this shitty speakeasy of a Greece ball back alley club.
- Well just quit if it makes you feel better, just quit.
- You like that huh Ramos?
So what, I'd been dependent on you?
Oh, fuck you Ramos, fuck you.
- The fuck is wrong with you?
Don't be throwing cigarette.
The fuck!
- You break all this, you break all this,
what about that?
You break all that?
- Fuck is wrong with you?
- You break all this?
- Break you fucking bitch, what's wrong with you?
- Fuck you. - Fuck you!
You're gonna get the cops called on us.
What the hell is wrong with you?
- Fuck you. - Fuck you.
Fuck you, now stop!
- Fuck me.
Fuck me.
(upbeat music)
* The one worth dying for, if you saw her shake *
* We can feel the flow from down in our beat *
* Are you missing it?
* We can feel the flow from down in our beat *
(phone ringing)
- Yeah. - Ramos,
it's your grandmother.
- What do you mean?
- [Man On Phone] It's bad.
- I'll be right there.
Alright.
(ominous music)
Uncle Alex.
Here.
I'm sorry about grandma.
- Yes, me too.
- Where is everybody, there's only two people here.
- I told them to come after three, when you're gone.
- You still mad at me?
- I don't want any of those dirty people around here.
- I'm sorry.
Ashes to ashes.
I love you grandma.
I'm sorry.
- Hey, there's a guy out back.
I want you to get rid of them.
I don't want those kind of dirty people
hanging around my sister's house.
- I understand.
Fat Joe Brossy.
You look great, you at you.
- Ferrari, hey, listen.
I want to first, thanks.
Thank you.
You know, I want to first say,
I want to wish you, my condolences.
Your grandmother, she was a good woman.
God rest her soul.
- I appreciate your condolences, you know,
grandma lived to be 90, she lived a good life.
- Sounds like she was a good woman.
- She was a good woman.
Yeah, you lost weight.
I mean, skinny Joe Brossy doesn't have the same ring, huh?
- Ah, you know, with the wife, cholesterol, blood pressure.
Hell, the food ate today
doesn't even taste like food.
And the boys they still call me fat. Joe Brossy.
Tell me, you ever been to the old country?
- Italy. - No, Spain.
- [Ramos] I'm only half Spanish and I don't like to fly.
- Don't like to fly?
I mean, it's a big world.
What's wrong with you?
Bozzle, I mean you got to see the world.
Get out. - Too busy work.
- Listen.
Carmine, wanna get a little serious here.
Got a job for you.
- In fact, - Hey wait, wait, wait, Joe.
This is my grandmother's wake.
I don't want to talk about business.
- Hey, I understand that, but business is business
and this kind of business can't wait.
In fact, he's got two jobs for you, back to back.
- Oh, that's generous of him.
- Yeah, well, you know, he could've given them
to somebody else, but he was thinking about you.
- Somebody like who?
- Somebody like Vinny? - Vinny?
Vinnie's a fucking halfway.
- Hey,
Don't you talk about Vinny like that, he's my nephew.
- Shit, I didn't know.
Joe, didn't know him sorry, I'm sorry.
Hey, how the fuck am I supposed to know
Vinny was your nephew, I never fucking knew.
- We'll we're family. - Well you know
for a half wit, you know,
he's got some pros, he's got some pros.
- Ah...
Time, places, names.
In fact, you make the first one messy,
the second one, quick.
- Who are they?
- Hey, they're names on a piece of paper, who you care?
And besides, you never asked this question before.
Why do you care now?
- I'm just thinking Joe I'm just thinking.
You know, the way, listen man.
- Yeah, I see what you're thinking.
You know you got your grandmother's funeral,
You got the wake,
probably thinking about that.
Well, listen, don't get all twisted on me, okay?
Friday.
You know, you gotta, you got a job to do here.
And besides, it's gotta get done, right?
- It'll be done.
Take care Joe.
* I came from the mud
* Just stood on my hands
* Strong like a dream
* There's roots where I stand
* Oh I've been running from the law *
- I have a boyfriend.
- Shut up.
Shut up you fucking bitch.
I'm Morris, okay?
- Fuck off!
- Fucking bitch.
- Fucker.
Your family doesn't want you to work for them anymore,
Matter of fact, they told me to make it messy!
(man coughing)
(man screaming)
Hey lady, what the hell are you doing?
This is Brooklyn,
you don't stand in front of somebody's back.
- NYPD.
Get in the car.
Lieutenant Lecture wants to talk to you.
- How do I know that badge is real?
(zipper zipping)
Just because you're a cop,
doesn't mean you can walk around with that
vampire fashion fag shit on.
- Get in the car,
smartass. - Yeah I'm getting in the car.
I'm getting in the car!
- Ramos, I'm going to have to arrest you
if I don't get the plans that Carmine's got.
For the bank heist up town.
- This guy looks like Trump.
It's just like the boys said.
You really do lieutenant.
I never met you, you looked just like Trump
- Garcia shut him up.
(door creaking open)
(fist smacking face)
- Shit.
Hey, where do I get my turn at?
You're a bunch of dirty fucking cops, what the hell?
We had somebody with a wire, you know, on Rossi.
He said some pretty interesting things,
some crap about you, you know?
You don't help us take down Brossy,
I'm going to send you back to Rikers Island.
And you don't want to go back to Rikers Island, do ya?
- I'm sorry, you look like Trump. it's unbelievable.
Look, I don't want to go fucking back to Rikers Island.
Nobody does.
But I ain't no fucking rat, you got that.
And speaking of rats,
get me out of this fucking closed quarters
with this fucking feminist bat-eating chink.
You're gonna give me the virus!
This is police harassment!
- I had enough bullshit of your racist pig.
Lieutenant, let me take him out.
Trust me, no one will miss this bastard.
- Let him out.
Let him out!
- This pig shit all over us
and you want me to let him out?
- Just let him go!
- Thank you, Mr. President!
Smart guy you got there with that lieutenant.
- This guy won't crumble.
I got a plan.
- Yeah, Vinny yeah, I got your message.
You gotta stop calling me.
I'm going out to Long Island, take it easy.
I got it handled, relax.
Talk to you later.
- Sup baby?
- Hey Jeremy.
- Whatchu doing?
I got something back in the car.
Wanna smoke something? - Sure.
- I'll be right back.
(gun firing blank)
- Oh shit. - Shit.
- You're angel.
You're just a kid, you're some girl.
What the fuck?
- You're gonna kill me?
He sent me off to Denny.
- Yeah.
You got paid.
- Sorry, it was my friend.
I thought he liked me.
- No, sorry kid.
- Snuck out because
I thought I was going to ask me to be his girlfriend.
It's because my dad didn't want to do
Carmine's books anymore, isn't it?
My dad said Carmine was a killer.
I didn't think he meant literally.
- We wanted you dead, unbelievable, just a kid.
- You're gonna kill me?
- Yeah, I mean, no, I mean...
How does this fucking happen?
Look, you got somebody who love who's close to you
you could go stay with?
- An aunt upstate.
She's on my mom's side so,
no one will find me cause my mom's dead.
- Alright.
- Wish my dad had balls like you.
Come on, get in my van, let's go.
What the hell you doing?
Get the, what are you doing?
- Thank you. - Get the frick off me!
You're just a kid, you're trying to get me,
get the fuck outta here, come on.
- Just grateful.
- I'm gonna get you on the bus, let's get out of here.
(upbeat music)
- What's your name?
- What? - What's your name?
- You don't need to know my name.
Get outta here kid, have a good one.
And don't call nobody.
(upbeat music)
(mumbled talking on phone)
- That's it baby, that's it.
Stop asking all the fucking questions.
Dance for me, fucking dance for me!
- Whatever you want Mr. Brossy!
- Oh yeah, mmm!
Nothing like a good drink and a good woman, huh?
- Here for a long time.
- Yeah you love me long time.
All that fucking loving for a long time, that's right baby.
- Get me out of here.
Get me out of here.
- Get her out of there.
- We will be compromised.
- Now, give her this,
just knock on the door, get her out of there.
- Okay, I'll get out of there sir.
- Take your fucking dress off.
You said you were going to undress for me, come on!
Take this dress off.
You said you were going to dance, dance!
The hell is going on?
Come on, that's it baby, come on!
You said you were going to get naked for me, come on.
Oh, oh yeah, that's what I've been waiting for, mmm!
Oh!
- The fuck is going on? - Oh sorry!
So sorry--
- The fuck is happening. - My pizza is here.
- The fuck, who the fuck was here?
Who's that I'll fucking kill you.
- Sorry, so sorry.
My dog is very sick and waiting for me.
- Where the fuck are you going?
You said you were going to fucking dance for me, come on!
Get the fuck back here.
Who the fuck are you?
- Pizza delivery.
- Pizza, I didn't order no fucking pizza,
what the fuck are you doing?
What address where you supposed to go to?
- 763?
- No!
This is 376 you fucking spick motherfucker.
I'd to bullet in your fucking head.
- All right sir I have these legs.
- Do you know where you are?
This is Italian country, you fucking spick mother,
ah fuck!
Son of a bitch!
Mother fucker.
- [Man On Phone] Hey Garcia,
head down to Brooklyn.
Get out the Benson hearse.
Let's beat the traffic.
(car engine revving)
- Ramos, come over here.
Come here.
You gotta be kidding me.
I'm still getting over the last joy ride you guys gave.
What the hell, you got nothing on me.
- I got nothing on you, but I got something for you.
Hon, hit him.
- Rossi, he is on his way.
He is going to kill you.
- Try to kill me.
- He set you to up.
He knew you wouldn't kill a girl.
Listen.
I don't like your crazy ass
but the Lieutenant has a soft spot for you.
I took the first bullet out of Rossi's gun chamber.
- Smart girl.
- Tell you what,
you help us get rid of Rossi,
and I'll let you go free, but you gotta leave New York.
- You might let me go, but Carmine's got a long memory.
- That's your problem, not ours.
- And don't fuck it up
or every cop in New York will be on your ass.
- Every dirty cop.
(car engine revving)
Fucking assholes.
- Well hello there Foretti, Ferrari
or whoever the fuck you are.
That's right, turn around.
That's right, turn right around, look at me.
- A revolver, you're old school, just like me.
- Yeah, Like the nine millimeter always jam up,
just like you jammed up the hit.
- You knew I wouldn't take out that girl.
- Yeah?
Well this is for Carmine,
and also for disrespecting my nephew.
- Well at I didn't disrespect your mother.
- Well you have, spick motherfucker.
I'm gonna put this bullet right in your fucking head.
(gun firing blank)
(men grunting)
You know, they're going to fucking kill you for this.
- Yeah, but you're not.
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- It's me.
- You,
never told me your name.
- It doesn't matter.
Are you taking precautions?
- Hell yeah.
My aunt has me staying up here with her.
She even had me change my name.
I'm even going to a new school up here.
She's even told people she's adopted me.
- That's good, that's real good, you sound happy.
- I am happy.
Things are simple here.
- I'm glad for you honey.
I'm gonna be leaving town.
- I won't see you again?
- It was never a possibility.
Look,
you listen to me.
You don't call your father.
- Eventually, he's gonna find that.
- Yeah, well you leave that up to me.
- Okay.
- You be safe.
Have a good life.
(upbeat music)
- Angel. - Coming!
Shit.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
- [Man On Phone] Mr. Ferrari your license is expired.
You need new ID.
- Look, I'm going to go to the motor vehicles tomorrow.
I'll get it handled.
- Mr. Lowe. - Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
- [Man On Phone] Remember no smoking in the room please.
- Yeah yeah, no smoke, all right.
- Those fucking nip.
Like you got a license to even run
this cheap ass joint, what the fuck.
* That I will be the one to change you *
* And you will be mine
Cheap ass knockoff, the fuck.
* By your eyes Svet, that's me.
- Ramos.
Where the hell are you?
- I can't tell you where I'm at.
- Why not?
- Why you asking all these questions all the sudden?
Just listen to what I got to say, all right?
- Okay.
- Everything's going to be all right.
I put money in your account.
Pay all your bills and I'll give you a call
in a week or two.
- Where the hell are you.
- Why you wanna know where I'm at all the sudden?
You never wanna know where I'm at or what I'm doing.
- Ramos, I want to see you.
- Yeah you wanna see him huh?
All right.
Remember that hotel, Pennsylvania, off the 61?
When you go to the tunnel, make sure nobody sees you,
you hear me?
Nobody's following you, you got it?
- Yeah.
I love you.
- Yeah I love you.
- So,
- You drop in, in Pennsylvania off route 61.
- [Gangster] Good.
- You got my money?
- Money, what money?
- Please, don't screw with me.
- You shouldn't have talked to me.
I know nothing about the fucking money.
We got your money,
throw up $10 G's will you?
Hey,
you know what I do with you?
You suck me off.
And I'll peel off two more rolls for you.
What do you say?
- If you're going to what?
- Yo,
go wait in the car will ya?
- Make sure she swallows.
- The lady wants to do some business.
Come in,
come on.
You're not playing with this.
Come on, get on your knees.
- You know,
it's a lot of money for a hummer,
but I ain't going to turn down a blow job.
Here you go.
- $200?
- $200.
- We agreed $2000.
- Listen, you don't shut the fuck up,
I'll take $100 back, okay?
Even half's big, half three like Ramos
deserves better than you.
- Hell pig, you are a hypocrite.
You're mother is a dead whore.
You and Ramos are both hungry bastards.
I am 100% Latvian.
At least, Ramos has a big dick, ah!
(gangster laughing)
- You bitch.
(suspenseful music)
- Where the fuck are you?
(gunshots firing)
You missed me you idiot.
- Hey, take him out for me quick.
Hey, and you, take the stairs.
- Yes sir. - All right?
* Hope they won't shoot me down so *
(gunshots firing)
(man grunting)
(men grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
- I kill you!
- Shut up!
(suspenseful music)
- Hey.
(gunshot firing)
- Give me that chain, give it to me!
* Hope they won't shoot me down so *
- Sup?
- Hey, Vinny, it's going to be okay, yeah.
Vinny, it's gonna be okay, yeah.
- You're gonna be okay.
I'll take care of you.
That's for fucking it up.
That's for fucking it up!
- Give me that. - Ah!
- Ramos!
I know you're in there.
(gunshot firng)
Ramos...
(gunshots firing)
(glass breaking)
- Hey, Ramos, how are you doing?
Remember me?
Look what you did to me.
- Marcos?
- I was in the hospital.
Vinnie got me out.
Now it's your turn motherfucker.
- What the fuck?
(man grunting)
(men grunting)
- I'm gonna kill you, watch.
- Where the fuck did he go?
(man grunting)
- Thanks for the gun.
One on me.
Vinny?
Your ass is mine Vinny.
(gunshots firing)
- You Hispanic jumping bean.
- Come on out you pussy.
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
(men grunting)
- Now you're mine you mother fucker.
Now you're mine, okay?
Okay?
I'm talking now.
(Ramos choking)
(man grunting)
- Ramos, come back to me.
- Don't move, move back!
- What are you doing?
You really not gonna hurt me.
- I knew you were a bad girlfriend
but I never took you for a Judaist.
Judaist bitch.
- Well,
I can't be that bad.
You came back for me.
- I didn't come back for you.
I came back...
For this.
Yeah, $50,000 right underneath your pale ass.
- Why you didn't tell me about the money?
- Why didn't I tell you about the money
because you're fucking shit in a way, that's why!
- Is that's what you think about me?
- That's not the only reason I came back.
I came back because these men are gonna come here again.
There's gonna be more of 'em.
And when they see I'm not here,
they're gonna know I flew away.
- You, you don't like to fly.
- But I'll make an exception.
You fucking whore.
They're gonna push you and they're gonna push you
and they're gonna press you.
And you're the only one who knows my mother's address
in Spain and the maiden name.
Yeah...
Somebody's gotta go.
Have some pills, come on, have some pills!
Have some pills!
You're gonna need 'em.
You really were a sweet girl you know?
(girl crying)
(sorrowful music)
(plane whooshing through sky)
Get on the plane to Latvia.
Don't talk to anyone.
Don't text anyone, don't call anyone
or I'll kill you.
And if I don't find you,
I'll go all the way to Latvia
and I'll find your mother and father and I'll kill them.
Go!
(sorrowful music)
- But Ramos,
I love you.
- Get outta here!
(car engine revving)
(sorrowful music)
(birds chirping)
- Please keep the place clean and no smoking.
- No smoking, no smoking.
Don't you guys have any Nero Vodka?
You keep giving me this shit Vodka.
Pennsylvania, Spain, no matter wherever
I can't get any good vodka, it's unbelievable.
Including this jackass.
You'll never be forgiven.
- I got it. - Buenos Dias.
What a life these people live.
It's a big fucking rock over there.
(soft funky beat)
Hey ese, how do you dry your clothes here?
What do you just hang them over?
Yeah, no, no dryers here Spain huh?
Okay.
Salut.
(funky beat)
- But nobody will recognize-- - I know.
(funky beat)
- There's a lot of British people here.
I thought we were in Spain!
We'll actually it's coast of the sun.
- That's Spain, the Brits have taken over huh?
- First time in Europe right?
- I guess it's that obvious.
- Don't travel much, do you?
- I don't travel much, I'm guilty.
But I'm thinking about turning over a new leaf.
That's a really old stupid saying from America.
Sorry.
- I like your accent.
You speak like an American gangster movie.
- Movies are movies.
- Sorry, sorry, I don't wanna make...
- I've never had somebody laugh at me so much before
What am I a comedy show?
- You look like a hit man.
(Ramos laughing)
- That's funny.
That's really funny.
- So sorry.
Let me guess, New York?
Well it's too general, Brooklyn.
- Bingo.
- Italian?
- Yeah, but I'm half Spanish.
- Welcome home. - Thank you.
- My manager is watching me,
do you wanna order something?
- Well I know what I want.
- Okay, I'll be right back.
- Promise?
I'm getting to like this place.
(funky music)
- Ola.
- (speaking foreign language)
(car engine revving)
- I love this country.
Hey,
how you doing tonight?
- Didn't know if I'd see you again.
- [Ramos] Well, I told you I'd come back and say hello.
Maybe we could do something tonight.
- I don't know.
I was hoping to meet up with this guy.
It's kind of a character here.
I don't know him that well,
but I was hoping to.
- Well, you guys have a good night.
I was talking about you.
- All right.
Let's do it.
- Do you like Estaponea?
- It's beautiful.
It's like paradise.
- Upstairs cool, I want to see other places.
I like Astetan, France and Greece.
- Well Ramos, that's something.
- It was, each place was wonderful
At the end of the day I miss home, I need Espanol.
(speaking foreign language)
- I know what this means.
My granny used to say that.
It means I'm homesick.
You know, it's such a beautiful place, it's so romantico.
Maybe there's something cosmic
that brought me here to go to you.
- You're corny!
And you don't think,
you're going to get me into,
into the bed with word like that.
- I'm happy where I'm at.
- Your accent. - What about it?
Why, you don't like it?
- And the contrary, I love it.
When I was growing up in Madrid,
in my neighborhood, there was an old cinema,
and it played old American gangster movie
with Humphrey Bogart, Brando, James Cockney.
- James Cockney!
- I cried that day they tore the whole theater down.
- Oh that must have been sad.
- I speak a lot about myself for hours.
I don't know nothing about you.
- I kind of have a boring life up until meeting you.
- Is Brooklyn as tough as they say?
- It's tough, but there's some good parts.
- You don't speak so much when you talk right?
The mysterious type.
- Well I had a horrible relationship and then we broke off
and I'm glad I'm here, that's all.
- What did you do for business?
- I was in a family business<
it was kind of cut towards, you know?
Boring stuff, you know, liquidations?
- You quit or something?
- Yeah I kind of went off on my own solo, you know?
- A lone gun. - A lone gun, yeah.
- What about your family?
- Yeah I came here to see my mother.
It's kind of complicated, when we were young,
she left my father and her divorce, big court thing,
big court drama.
And my grandmother stayed there, she stayed here in Spain
and well, it's not really something I want to talk about.
But I'd rather talk about you more.
I'd actually rather watch you swim.
Wanna go swimming?
- Okay.
- The sea?
* In 100 life times
* He choose life
* In a hundred words
- (speaking foreign language)
but in my country,
when we haven't seen anyone in a long time,
they bring them flowers.
Hello mama.
- Ramos, oh Ramos!
Oh!
- Mama, (speaking foreign language)--
- (speaking foreign language)
- This is your brother.
(speaking foreign language).
This is brother. - (speaking foreign language)?
Mama! - Let's take her inside.
Come on, it's okay, it's okay,
it's okay!
(guitar strumming)
- I like that Antonio.
Very good.
Very good Antonio.
- You want a coffee?
- Yes thank you.
- (speaking foreign language)
- Later, I'm playing now,
playing.
- You practically gave her a heart attack.
- Well I didn't-- - Think?
I have to listen to her horrible history
about you my whole life.
How you were a dirty hair
off your gangster father.
- Your father was in the mafia?
- He wasn't a main man or anything like that.
He just worked for 'em.
- And you work for them too?
- Look, sis,
I'm not going to answer these questions, all right.
I don't like talking about this.
- Like father, like son.
- I'm not going to answer that, all right, sis??
I'm not talking about this anymore.
Can we move on?
- You broke her heart, you know.
- It wasn't my intention.
- And what is your intention now?
- I'd like to have a smoke.
Can I smoke in here, is that all right?
Mama smoke, it's okay.
(speaking foreign language)
- If he come second to the video,
has the right to see his mother.
- Manuella told me about you.
I wrote boy, in bad company,
I run all his father amigos mafiosos.
And then you went to work for them.
- It's hard to get work in New York, you know?
It's, it's almost impossible.
- Tell me about it.
- You're on his side now?
- Yeah.
If, I'm meaning to catch his breath with this place.
- Muy bien.
What?
- Nothing I just...
You know, Manuella, she never talked about you.
She,
she never mentioned you and
you're my little sister and, you know it's nice.
It's (speaking foreign language).
- You know,
I was always wanted to go to New York.
I traveled and then I...
- Get a life.
Don't listen to him Ramos.
My husband watches too many gangster movies.
- What, you don't think I convinced him?
You know, you shouldn't have made fun of me.
I'm not make fun of you Antonio.
- Antonio, hey,
Antonio she was just kidding man.
- I'm not make fun of you Antonio.
- Hey! - (speaking foreign language),
you're not a gangster!
- Looks like he's...got a temper.
- Don't pay him any attention.
He's like a kid sometimes.
- [Ramos's Mother] Ramos is still here?
- Si mama.
- Hey, sis.
(speaking foreign language)
- (speaking foreign language).
You know, your Spanish is (speaking foreign language).
It's horrible.
- Yeah, but that, is horrible.
Who did that? - I fell down.
Come on, mommy's waiting you.
- Yeah, you fell on Antonio.
- Finally, I have my boy home.
- Mama I wanted to say something--
- You don't need to tell anything.
Your Manuella told me everything.
That you tried to protect me, like a good boy.
- Mama I've done things.
- Do you plan on continuing to do that things?
- No, I,
I will try to stop for you.
- Then,
is there anything to say about it?
There are plenty of cathedral around here
for you to pray your forgiveness in.
- All right mama.
I'll go to the cathedral.
- What are your plans now?
How are you going to be here?
- I don't want to go anywhere mama.
I want to stay here.
I, I met a girl.
She's in Estaponesta.
It's like paradise, you know?
It's really nice.
- Good.
- Mama why don't you go to sleep.
Martha and I, she'll make me
some more of that good coffee and...
(speaking foreign language), okay?
Did let's say that right?
- Well...
- Okay mama.
Sleep.
- Martha?
Ramos?
(speaking foreign language)?
Ramos?
You forgot your phone.
- Hello? - Hi.
I want to speak to Carmine Disente.
- Who the fuck is this?
I know the whereabouts of someone Carmine is looking for.
- Well good for fucking you,
who are you talking about?
- Ferrari, Ramos Ferrari.
I need $5000 Euros.
Okay, I'll send you a message.
Woohoo!
- [Pilot] Good morning, this is your captain speaking.
Flight to Spain is ready to take off.
(doorbell ringing)
- Mr. Charles Winton.
- Mr. Ramos Ferrari.
- That's me.
- Pleased to meet you.
Please take a seat.
- Alright.
- This is a, as promised.
- But we are in Europe, this is U.S.
- There's enough there to take away discrepancy, believe me.
- Well it seems to be all there.
I can take care of that.
Exactly.
- Look Mr. Lawyer.
Let me put it to you this way.
I don't want to be Ramos Ferrari anymore,
you know what I mean?
- I understand.
Well, I can help procure you a new identity.
I can help with visas,
transferring money into untraceable offshore accounts,
paper or digital.
And my services at your disposal,
24 hours a day, seven days a week.
- I like that.
Mr. Lawyer, let me ask you a question.
Why are there so many Brits in Spain?
I don't get this.
- Well, I don't quite frankly.
(funky beat)
- Hey hey.
- You Antonio?
- You guys don't waste any time.
- Just cut the bullshit.
You've got the address or what?
- Depends, you got my money?
- The fuck you doing, don't trust me?
- It's okay, it's okay, it's cool,
it's cool, it's cool, it's cool.
- Just give me the fucking address you stupid fuck.
The fuck?
Hey just keep your mouth shut
before I come back and cut your balls off.
Are you the hangman? - Yeah.
- Have a seat.
- So listen, I got a job for you.
I'd do it myself but I can't.
It's not my turf, I don't have my lawyers around me,
and I heard you're the most bad ass in town.
- You've been informed right.
- I want you to memorize this.
- Got it.
- And make it as messy as possible.
- No problem.
- Good.
- We done? You're done.
(epic music)
- Hey sis.
Hey you look beautiful.
What are you going to a funeral?
- No, it's for the (speaking foreign language),
for (speaking foreign language).
- Ah, (speaking foreign language).
Yeah, Manuella told me about that.
I hope I don't miss it.
- Me too.
I hope that,
Look, I'm not here only for that.
Please, I need you to make me a favor.
- What favor?
- Antonio.
- What about Antonio?
- Please Ramos, don't kill him.
- Why would I kill Antonio?
What are you talking about? - Don't kill him please!
- What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
- He's like a child but please don't kill him.
Swear to me you are not going to kill him, please.
- I swear to you I won't kill him.
Now tell me what the hell you're talking about.
It looks like I'm going to have to be
looking over my shoulder.
Hey Rosaria, I'll be there soon baby, okay?
Okay.
(speaking foreign language).
(bat swinging)
(man grunting)
- You know what I'm going to do to you?
I'm going to drag you over to this fucking roof,
I'm going to tie your legs up,
and I'm going to drop you over the fucking side.
And the blood is going to go up into your stomach,
up into your mouth and pop your fucking eyes out.
And you know why no one's gonna give a fuck?
Because it's siesta.
(funky beat)
You won't be needing these anymore.
(man grunting)
- Oh,
ah fuck.
- (speaking foreign language)
(speaking foreign language).
- Cheers you guys.
(speaking foreign language). - (speaking foreign language).
(speaking foreign language)
- Thank you so much.
(funky beat)
- Mr. Winter.
- It's too late, I'm a bit busy right now.
- You call that 24 hours a day stuff.
There's no bullshit huh?
- Well, you're the first one
to actually take me up on this.
What can I do for you?
- Weapons.
- Bollocks.
Well, we're going to have to see the Pakis.
- Pakis, what the hell is that?
- (speaking foreign language)
(speaking foreign language).
- (speaking foreign language)
Fucking little rat.
Hey there motherfucker, get the fuck up!
Get up!
(men grunting)
Get the fuck up,
you fucking rat!
Get the fuck up!
You fucking rat!
You fucking rat bastard!
Get up!
Fucking rat!
Get the fuck up!
Dirty fucking rat bastard.
Mother fucker!
- Okay man!
It's okay!
(man grunting)
- How much did they pay you?
- Ramos please. - How much?
- I need the money man!
- Huh? - 5000.
- You took $5000 for me?
$5000 fucking dollars?
For me?
- Okay it's Euros.
- Euros.
- Oh wait, what, oh!
- You mother fucker!
Huh!
Fucking listen to me.
You stay away from my sister.
You don't go near my sister!
Nowhere!
(speaking foreign language)!
Mother fucker!
(table breaking)
(upbeat music)
* No one ever changes, no one
- This is fucking fake news.
Sitting here all fucking day.
Where is this fucking cunt,
Time is money you know what I mean?
- Mr. Winter,
You got a nice home, but as far away.
- You're the lad they want me freaking with eh?
- Mr. Ward, this is Mr. Ferrari.
- Mr. Ward was me father, you can call me John Boy.
- All right John Boy.
- No luck, we get locked.
Sure is nice to be out huh?
- Well, being in jail is not on my to-do list.
- Fucking say that again boss.
- Well, I'm glad I could put you two gentlemen together.
- You're a long way from Ireland.
- Eh, me people like to branch out to see the countryside.
For sure, I'd be going home in a box.
You know there's a spot there right next to me mom.
She' waiting.
- So, who's this kid behind you
looking at me like he wants to kill me?
- That's one of mine bloke.
- What were you in for?
- Just conned a bloke out a few quid like.
- Quid? - Well, he means dollars.
- Oh, in Ireland they say quid, okay.
I'm getting the lingo, I'm getting the Irish lingo down.
- It's a fine fucking spot you got here boss.
- Mr. Ferrari here would like to procure some weaponry
in some manner.
- Well, you got some shite on your shirt boss.
- The fuck is he talking about?
I got nothing on my front.
what the fuck is wrong with him? - Sean, get the fuck up.
- Just looking out here, man.
- Listen boss,
it's not as easy to get guns down here as it is in the US.
- I paid you $10,000 Mr. Winter.
- Oh you did.
Here you are boss.
That'll get you going in the meantime.
- No this is what I'm talking about.
- I got more shite in the trailer.
- Your trailer?
- Trailer park.
- A trailer park.
- Showing me fucking horses.
- All right.
Now you text Mr. Lawyer and we'll work on it all right?
- Well I never do any business
without a drink in me hand mate.
- Well,
you finally got some great vodka, Nero vodka.
Nero's the best vodka I ever had.
Thank you, Mr. Winter.
- That'd be fucking hairs in your chest.
- Well, I have some glasses here.
- Bollocks to that boys.
We drink like fucking men.
Let's go, okay?
Our work's done.
- What the fuck was that?
- They're some pikeys.
They are the best guns I could find.
What's the pikey?
- Irish gypsy.
- Well look,
I'm going to give you a call in a couple of days
and you tell me what's going on
when he go meet him at the trailer park.
Where's my phone?
- Oh my God, you scared me!
I thought I'm gonna surprise you.
- Rosaria!
- Maybe this is not a good idea.
I shouldn't come.
- No, no. Come on in, come on in.
It's okay, it's okay.
Come on in, please.
- This is for you.
- Oh this is beautiful.
- Thank you.
Well why don't you make yourself at home, all right.
I'll be right out, okay?
(door creaking shut)
- What are you thinking about?
- I'm thinking about,
how life is very interesting and how,
you think you've been everywhere,
you've done everything, you know,
then something new happens and it's beautiful.
- It is the magic in Spain?
Romance is in the air here.
I have to move my home.
- Oh, stay with me.
I have to work tomorrow
and I have my, only for, all my stuff there, at my place.
- I understand, I'll walk you home.
- My neighbor upstairs is celebrating gay pride month.
I'm sorry, the music is so loud.
- It's nothing compared to New York during pride month.
- Si--
(speaking foreign language)
(funky beat)
(car engine revving)
(men grunting)
(upbeat music)
(men grunting)
- Go inside, go inside!
(door banging)
- Get off of him!
- Go inside!
- (speaking foreign language)
Who do you work for?
- Fuck off. (gunshot firing)
Who do you work for?
- Carmine! (gunshot firing)
- You got a cigarette.
- No, who was that--
- No, you don't have a fucking cigarette.
- Who was that man?
- I'm sorry.
Somebody's trying to kill me.
- A mugger. - No.
- Then why.
- He worked for my former employer.
- I don't understand.
- You'll understand, I'll be right back, I'll explain.
(feet shuffling)
- Oh my God what are you doing?
- I gotta get rid of her body.
(upbeat music)
- Shouldn't we called the police?
- Call the police, are you crazy?
- (speaking foreign language)
Ola? - Ola.
- (speaking foreign language)
- (speaking foreign language).
- Where's a mop?
- There.
- (speaking foreign language)?
- I'm with Rosaria.
I'm Rosaria's date.
I'm her date.
- Ah Rosaria, (speaking foreign language)?
(speaking foreign language).
- Gracias.
Buenos Noches. - Bueno, adios!
- Who the fuck was that?
- My roommate.
- You got a roommate? - Yeah.
- Your roommate,
you didn't tell me you had a fucking roommate.
- What the hell is going on here?
You said that man worked for your former employer.
- (speaking foreign language).
- My former employer was,
he was a gangster.
I used to, I used to be a gangster.
- What?
We joke about that.
I say you talk like a gangster.
In quotations.
You killed people.
I used to kill people.
- You just killed that man.
- He was trying to kill me.
- You shoot that man, that's monstrous.
- No it's not, that's survival.
- And that is the end of it?
- I don't know.
What are we going to do?
- Look,
come and sit.
Look,
look,
I gotta get rid of me.
I got to get rid of Ramos Ferrari.
I got a lawyer and I got some money saved up.
I got a lot of money, well,
for me, a lot of money
and it could last a couple of years.
We can get a place in a little Pueblo.
Maybe come with me?
Maybe?
- And what if I say no?
Do you kill me?
- No, I could never hurt you.
- I don't know if I can just leave.
- Look.
This must be very hard for you.
I can understand that.
You need time to think.
I got to go take care of a few things.
You think about it,
whether you want to come with me
or you want to go back to your life.
They're not going to come after you,
they're going to come after me.
You're going to be fine if I go.
But if you wanna come with me, you can do that too.
Just, take your time and think about it.
I'll talk to you soon.
I got to take care of a few things okay?
- Don't go too far.
(birds chirping)
- Come on, come on beat him up!
Beat him up, go!
Come on beat him up, beat him up!
- I'm betting a fiver on you and you better fucking win.
- That boy's got no chance.
- Hey dumb boy,
your sisters on that fucking horse on me lawn.
Tell her to get that fucking horse
and brick shites everywhere.
Tell her to get that damn horse out.
- I ain't tell her shite.
You don't have to give me tiny words with your number.
- Tanya,
get your fucking horse off me lawn
before it shites everywhere.
- Me dad said
I can do whatever the fuck I want with me horse.
- John Boy,
seen that fucking Yank up the road there?
- Fucking bastard Yank ain't coming.
- Hey, hey Ramos!
- How you doing?
It's a long way out here!
- Up on the mine, Tanya like.
- Hey Tanya.
- You know John Boy.
- Hey John boy,
can I have a word with wee John Boy?
- Yeah go on ahead.
- John boy, I'll give you a C note
if you give me my phone back.
- The hell's a C-note?
- Across the ponds, it's worth 100 quid.
- How much is that worth ma?
- Like seven quid?
- Fine.
- You're a lucky man.
Now get the fucking horse off me lawn.
- Can I get my package before I lose my socks?
Sure thing boss.
Glad, show him the shy bit.
Sorry about the kid boy.
He's always fucking trouble.
- Nice trailer home you got here.
- It does me all right.
- Oh, now we're talking, now we're talking.
Look at this.
- Mommy, fix us some fucking drinks like.
Come on mommy, fix us some drinks.
- Oh, fuck off and get them yourself.
Now fuck off, fuck off!
(soft piano beat)
- Ma, I wanna get married some day.
- You mean marry no-gorga like that.
- Hey I wanted to congratulate ya for your wedding.
My wee dad couldn't come, he had to take care of the horses.
- Why are you shaking with your left hand?
- Oh it's just a traveling thing.
- A traveling thing, yeah, thanks for coming.
- Ramos, (speaking foreign language).
- (speaking foreign language).
* I'd choose you
* In a 100 life times
- Rosaria, (speaking foreign language).
- Where is the ring?
- Where's my ring?
- Gimme that fucking,
don't you be fucking shedding you friend.
I think this will be what you're looking for.
I'm real sorry about that.
It's a traveling thing.
He looks to get pissed at weddings.
That's why you're a shame on your fucking family.
You're fucking shaming me.
- (speaking foreign language).
(group applauding)
* I choose you
(soft piano beat)
- Darling,
My lawyer,
a friend of a friend of a friend of his,
he gave it to us for the weekend.
- I love it. - It's beautiful huh?
* Without union we will
* Move mountains we will
Salut my darling.
Look, if I'm going to live with you forever,
the first thing we're gonna have to learn how to do
is give me good luck.
(Ramos laughing)
You know?
Wooh, that's good stuff.
It's good to see you here.
(soft music)
What we're we talking about, oh yeah,
you know what I like talking about?
I wanna speak about you and I having a family
starting tonight.
We can start it tonight.
- You want that?
- Listen, those are the most beautiful earrings
I've ever seen.
- Really?
This is for you. - Really?
- Now one for me.
- One for you and one for me?
I'll never lose it.
But we're going to need some more fire for the fire.
- Okay.
I'm waiting for you.
- I'll be right back.
- Ramos, come upstairs.
- Almost done baby.
- Honey,
baby,
Ramos,
get over here.
Baby, Ramos, come over here!
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
- Baby?
Baby?
We gotta go baby, we gotta go!
We gotta go Rosaria.
You're dead!
(intense music)
(gunshot firing)
(intense music)
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
- Specked!
Where are these specks?
Spick? - Love you.
- Spick! - Love you.
My rules. (gunshot firing)
(gun reloading)
(intense music)
(men grunting)
- Respect.
(gunshots firing)
- Ramos...
You pay for your wallet.
I'm gonna kill ya.
(gunshots firing)
- Vinny!
You're dead!
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
(gunshots firing)
Vinny!
Come out and let's die, how about you!
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
Vinny.
Come on Vinny, one of us gotta go.
- No no no Ramos,
there's two of you.
You and your fucking sick wife.
(gunshots firing)
(gun firing blanks)
(gunshots firing)
- For my wife!
You know when I was a kid,
you fucking bastards never let me in
any of the meetings,
for some reason he would let you in
and you're half Danish.
But because I was half Spanish,
what would be let me be.
But the number one thing,
the one thing I knew,
one of the rules and it was instilled in me from my father
when I was a kid.
Was no women,
and no kids!
You people changed.
And not for any good.
You want to make it messy?
I'll make it messy.
(bag crinkling)
(speaking foreign language).
(gunshot firing)
(solemn music)
Rosaria,
I save this,
to take with me.
This...
I'm not going to the same place as you.
That's for sure.
(phone ringing)
Hoboken?
Who is this?
- I'm on the run.
Made a mistake, found me.
Just come get me, man!
- Angel,
- Get me man I'm in Hoboken.
- Where? - In a hotel.
Hey what's your name, are you okay?
- Don't call anybody.
Don't text anybody, don't contact anyone, you hear me?
No one!
Okay kid.
I'll call you back.
* I came from the mud
* There's dirt on my hands
Hoboken's better than hell.
* Oh I've been running from the law *
* Hope they won't shoot me down so *
* They sing gonna sleepless night *
* Try to catch me howling at the moon *
* When it rains it pours
* Water's up to my chin
* Once I fight it
* To the very end
* Many men try to reach in
* Many men I felt
* But if you wanna get to heaven *
* You gotta raise a little hell *
* And I've been running from the law *
* Hope they won't shoot me down so *
* They sing gonna sleepless night *
* Howling at the moon
* Where you find me
* Hope you find me
* I'll be back home soon
* When the sunrise
* When the sun
* Rise
* Try to catch me howling at the moon *