| Mr. Angelo? |
| アンジェロ氏ですね？ |
| Uhh... Yes? |
| そうだが？ |
| Mr. Salieri sends his regards. |
| サリエリ氏があなたによろしくと。 |
| Vito! |
| Hey, thanks for coming by - I knew I could count on you! |
| What for? |
| n_ chewing, eating |
| Frank's organizing a sit down with the other bosses and he took almost all my guys as bodyguards... |
| ... so I don't have nobody around to handle this here job for me. |
| Hey... |
| Derek, these guys still don't want to work. |
| What? Why? |
| 'Cause of that deadbeat you fired. |
| Shit... Well, Vito, that other thing'll have to wait. Can you help us out here with this first? |
| What's happening? |
| Well, this deadbeat didn't come to work for a whole week. Pretending he was sick - total bullshit. So I fired his ass. |
| Anyway, some of his buddies are upset and they're threatening to strike. All I gotta do is show up with a few guys who look like they mean business. |
| That'll scare 'em and they'll forget all about it. I'll give you a thousand bucks. Are you in? |
| Alright, I ain't gonna say no to that kind of money. |
| Alright! All you need to do is stand behind me and look tough. Right, Steve? |
| We'll see. |
| So, what's the problem here, fellas? |
| We want you to give Big John his job back. |
| It's me that decides who gets hired and fired around here, and I say he's fired. |
| All we're asking is for you to hire him back. He's got a family and needs a job. |
| I've made my decision. |
| See!? I told you! |
| Easy does it, Vinnie! We want to do this peacefully. |
| Easy? We bust our asses day in and day out for this fat fuck. |
| And if anything ever happens to us, he'll screw us over just like he did John! |
| Lower your voice now, young man! I don't want to hear another word about that fucking deadbeat! |
| Who you calling a deadbeat?! A crate fell on the poor guy while he was working! |
| For you! Broke both his damn hands! |
| Well, that's his fucking problem, not mine. |
| Now I suggest you's get back to work before somebody else's hands get broken! |
| You goddamned bastard! |
| You fellas are really starting to piss me off. |
| There's no need for violence. Please, put it down. We don't want no trouble. |
| It don't look that way to me! Right now, looks like you got big trouble, don't you's?! |
| Now, if you's all don't want to start looking for new jobs, you'll be back to work in the next ten minutes. |
| You see Vito? All they do is bitch and moan. |
| Vito? You're Scaletta's boy, ain't ya? Your dad used to talk about you all the time. You look just like 'im. |
| But what are you doing working for this bastard? After what he did to your old man? |
| Shut your fucking mouth, right now. |
| Don't listen to him, Vito. He's full of shit... C'mon, let's go. |
| Full of shit, huh? That bastard killed your father, Vito. |
| What? |
| Derek? |
| They're just trying to get under your skin. |
| Hey, stop pointing that gun at me. |
| Why don't you ask him how your dad "drowned" that night! |
| Shut up! |
| We seen him take a walk with Steve, and then Steve come back alone, and all wet! |
| Stop pointing that thing at me! |
| What the hell happened with my father, Derek? |
| Are you nuts or what? Who you gonna trust, me or these now unemployed losers? We known each other for a long time, Vito. Think of all the things... |
| Why were you all wet, Steve? You dive in and try to save him? |
| Because he wouldn't stay underwater. |
| Keep your mouth shut! |
| Vito, you swore an oath! I was there. |
| Our loyalty to the family is greater than to our own families. |
| Tell that to my mother... |
| Eh, should I kill him? |
| No, not here... We'll settle things with him later... |
| You disappoint me, Vito... You really do... |
| I'm gonna do a hell of a lot more than disappoint you, Derek... |
| Your dad... |
| Not right now. I gotta get that fuck before he runs away. |
| Vinnie! Where'd you get that? |
| Time to teach that fat fuck a lesson! |
| Doesn't matter. |
| Vito! Good, you're here! You, uh... You hear what happened? |
| What? What's going on? |
| Henry's dead! |
| The fucking chinks hacked him to death in broad daylight. |
| What?! |
| Why? |
| So you don't know anything about it? |
| Well... Henry wanted to bring me in on some deal, but I-I-I passed. What happened? |
| Yeah well, Henry is, well, was, stupid. He was dealing dope with the Tongs. He knew this was off limits and he got caught. Carlo let him off with a small fine and told him he'd forget about it. |
| But the chinks double-crossed Henry and hacked him to pieces in the middle of the park. |
| Shit. |
| Ain't no doing business with the yellow man. |
| But there's worse - Henry wasn't working alone. Yesterday some guys massacred a shitload of the chinks over in Chinatown. Now they figure it must've either been us, or Vinci. |
| They already started threatening Vinci. If this don't get settled fast, we're all in deep shit. You sure you don't know nothing about it? |
| Not a thing, Eddie. I swear. |
| Yeah? How about Joe? |
| Joe? Joe was with me the last couple days. |
| Well, you're lucky then. Carlo's out of town right now, but when he gets back, heh... It ain't gonna be pretty. |
| No shit. |
| You better not be shitting me, Vito. |
| Joe wasn't home. |
| At first I thought he was just running a little late, so I went to grab something to eat. |
| Two hours later, Joe still wasn't home. It was getting dark and I was getting worried. I had to go look for him. |
| Hey, Giuseppe. I'm looking for Joe Barbaro. Was he here today? |
| Alo, Vito. Yeah, Joe came by today. |
| Great. I've been looking for him the whole day. Did he say where he was heading? |
| Well, no, he didn't. I don't think he know himself. |
| How come? |
| Well, he was looking for a job, but before we managed to finish our conversation, a few guys came and took him away. |
| What?! Who? |
| It was Vinci's people. They said Mr. Vinci wanted a word with him. |
| You know where they would've went? |
| No lo so. Maybe to their bar, the Mona Lisa. |
| Shit. |
| Is something wrong? |
| Not sure... Let's just say we're not on the best of terms with Mister Vinci these days. |
| Yeah, Joe didn't look too happy. |
| I got a bad feeling about this. I better go find out what's going on. |
| I hope it's nothing serious. Buona fortuna, Vito. |
| Freeze and maybe I won't kill you. |
| Hiya, fellas. |
| Look at the balls on this guy. |
| Nice to see you too. |
| Don't move a muscle! |
| C'mon, listen to the friendly bartender and stop fucking around, Vito. |
| Now, first of all, I gotta ask you to slowly toss your guns on the floor. No funny business neither, the bartender's got the itchiest trigger finger in town, huh? |
| I'm not armed. |
| OK. So what are you doing here, Vito? We wasn't expecting you. |
| I'm looking for Joe Barbaro, I heard some of your guys picked him up. |
| Maybe. |
| What are you trying to pull? Me and Joe didn't do nothing to you. |
| Mister Vinci doesn't seem to think so. He wanted a few things explained to him, so that's what Joe is doing. And since you've stopped by, why don't we go and join them? |
| And what if I don't want to? |
| These guns say you do, but don't worry, it's got a hell of a view. |
| Oh, what the fuck! |
| n_... |
| n_... |
| Aw, what a touching reunion. |
| And who do we have here? |
| This is Joe's buddy, soften him up a bit. |
| With pleasure. Hang him up there. |
| Shit... Oh... Hey, what's up, Joe? |
| Frankenstein's taking a break. |
| Phh... Great, but can you explain to me why the fuck we're here? |
| That old fuck Vinci can't see what's going on right in front of his face and he thinks I can explain it to 'im. Idiot. |
| Aw, the happy couple is here already. Welcome, Vito. |
| What's going on? You got no reason to treat us like this! |
| No reason? No reason?! First, the business with Leo. |
| And then all hell breaks out in the city - the chinks, they're going nuts... Everybody's fighting like lunatics! And now, those yellow bastards are threatening to kill me! |
| It's out of fucking control! |
| Now, I'm too old for this shit, so you're gonna tell me what the hell's going on here! C'mon, I'm all ears... |
| Mr. Vinci! Look, I don't know what the hell's going on here! Believe me. Me and Joe ain't got nothing to do with it. |
| That ain't what I wanna hear. |
| Yeah, well, that's your problem... 'cause we don't know shit about any of this. |
| That's too bad. |
| Finally! We don't got much time. |
| The assholes went to take a leak. |
| We gotta do something. |
| Alright, we'll try to break the pipe. C'mon, help me out - I can't do it by myself. |
| Alright, when I say three, pull down on it. |
| OK. |
| One, two, three! |
| One, two, three! Again. |
| One, two, three! |
| One more time! |
| Thank God for union labor. Come on, get 'em off. It's payback time! |
| Ah... |
| n_Ugh! |
| n_Nngh! |
| n_Eh... |
| Need a hand? |
| Na... I can make it. |
| What do you want me to do with the money? |
| Take it to Bruno. |
| Alright, at least that'll be out of the way. |
| Good evening, gentlemen. Oh, what happened to you? |
| Hey, Doc. I got my ass kicked and I'm coughing up blood. |
| What is happening today? One of your guys is already here. |
| Who? |
| His name is Antonio Balsamo. |
| Tony Balls! What happened to him!? |
| Somebody messed him up pretty good. I don't think he's ever going to walk again. |
| What?! |
| Uh... This surprises you? All the blood, all the death. |
| This is the lifestyle you choose. |
| One day your luck is bound to run out. The next time, it could be you. |
| n_Ugh! |
| n_Mmgh! |
| n_Oh... Argh... |
| n_Argh... Eh... |
| Enough with the sermon, Doc. You have time to treat Joe? |
| Yes, but you'll have to wait a minute while I fix Antonio up. |
| That's OK, Doc. |
| Alright, come in. |
| Make sure you settle things with Bruno, OK? And Vito... Thanks. |
| Sure thing. Feel better. |
| Good evening. You have the money for me? Or do you wish to extend the deadline? |
| Here it is. |
| I have to admit, this is somewhat of a surprise! I heard you boys had some... complications. |
| Yeah, we did. |
| I heard that Henry is dead. I'm very sorry to hear that. |
| Isaac, count it. |
| So your little business venture was a success? |
| You got your money, right? |
| Right, right. It's just that the whole city has been turned upside down. The Chinese think the Italians attacked them, so they're going after Vinci. |
| That's not good, not good. Would that have anything to do with the reason you borrowed this money? |
| Sorry, Bruno. That's none of your business. |
| Ah, thank you, Isaac. It looks like the debt is settled... I don't even know your name. |
| Vito. |
| Vito who? |
| Vito Scaletta. |
| Eh, Scaletta? I knew a Scaletta once. But I must say, you're much better at paying back your debts than he was. |
| His poor wife had to do it for him... |
| So, it was you who lent my father the money... |
| Your father? Ahh, like father like son... I see you don't approve. But, I didn't make him borrow the money, now did I? Just like I didn't make you. |
| If you ever need a loan, you know where to find me. |
| Ss... Sure. |
| I couldn't sleep... Things were bad and they were only gonna get worse... |
| The truth was gonna come out sooner or later, and then we were gonna have Falcone after us along with the Chinese and Vinci. |
| This wasn't how I imagined it when we were startin' out. I dreamed o' money, cars, women, respect, freedom... |
| I guess I ended up gettin' all of that more or less, but along with it came prison, living in constant fear, and the blood of my friends. |
| I ducked it as long as I could, but it was finally catching up with me. It was all just a matter of time... |
| n_ |
