[Man Narrating]
When you love someone,
you've gotta trust them.
There's no other way.
You've got to give them the key
to everything that's yours.
Otherwise, what's the point?
And, for a while, I believed
that's the kind of love I had.
[Choir Singing]
Before I ever ran a casino,
or got myself blown up...
Ace Rothstein was a hell
of a handicapper, I can tell you that.
I was so good that whenever I bet,
I could change the odds...
for every bookmaker
in the country.
I'm serious,
I had it down so cold...
that I was given
paradise on earth.
I was given one of the biggest casinos
in Las Vegas to run, the Tangiers...
by the only kind of guys that can
actually get you that kind of money...
$ .
I don't know all the details.
[Man # Narrating]
Nobody knew all the details,
but it should've been perfect.
I mean, he had me, Nicky Santoro,
his best friend, watching his ass...
and he had, Ginger,
the woman he loved, on his arm.
But in the end,
we fucked it all up.
It should've been so sweet too.
But it turned out to be the last time
that street guys like us...
were ever given anything
that fuckin' valuable again.
[Ace]
At that time, Vegas was a place
where millions of suckers...
flew in every year
on their own nickel...
and left behind
about a billion dollars.
But at night, you couldn't see
the desert that surrounds Las Vegas.
But it's in the desert where lots
of the town's problems are solved.
[Nicky] Got a lot of holes
in the desert...
and a lot of problems
are buried in those holes.
Except you gotta do it right.
I mean, you gotta have
the hole already dug...
before you show up
with a package in the trunk.
Otherwise, you're talking about
a half hour or minutes of diggin'.
And who knows who's gonna
be comin' along in that time?
Before you know it,
you gotta dig a few more holes.
You could be there
all fuckin' night.
[Scatting]
[Horn Honking]
[Scatting Continues]
[Ace] Who could resist?
Anywhere else in the country
I was a bookie, a gambler...
always lookin' over my shoulder,
hassled by cops, day and night.
But here, I'm Mr. Rothstein.
I'm not only legitimate,
but running a casino.
And that's like selling people
dreams for cash.
I hired an old casino pal,
Billy Sherbert, as my manager,
and I went to work.
...the casino manager. And this is
Ronnie, who takes care of the card room.
[Ace] For guys like me,
Las Vegas washes away your sins.
It's like a morality car wash.
It does for us what Lourdes
does for humpbacks and cripples.
And along with making us legit...
comes cash, tons of it.
I mean, what do you think we're doing
out here in the middle of the desert?
It's all this money.
This is the end result
of all the bright lights...
and the comp trips,
of all the champagne...
and free hotel suites,
and all the broads and all the booze.
It's all been arranged
just for us to get your money.
That's the truth about Las Vegas.
We're the only winners.
The players don't stand a chance.
And their cash flows
from the tables...
to our boxes
through the cage...
and into the most sacred room
in the casino.
The place where they add up
all the money...
the holy of holies,
the count room.
- Now, this place was off-limits.
- Verify .
Even I couldn't get inside.
But it was my job to keep it filled
with cash. That's for sure.
[Nicky] They had so much
fuckin' money in there...
you could build a house out
of stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
And the best part
was that upstairs...
- the board of directors didn't
know what the fuck was going on.
- Five thousand.
I mean, to them everything
looked on the up and up.
Right? Wrong.
Verify .
- The guys inside the counting room...
- Five thousand.
were all slipped in there
to skim the joint dry.
They'd do short counts,
they'd lose fill slips.
They'd even take cash
right out of the drop boxes.
And it was up to this guy
right here...
standin' in front
of about two million dollars...
to skim the cash off the top
without anybody gettin' wise...
- the IRS or anybody.
- Verify .
Now, notice how in the count room
nobody ever seems to see anything.
Somehow, somebody's always
lookin' the other way.
Now, look at these guys.
They look busy, right?
They're countin' money.
Who wants to bother them?
I mean, God forbid they should make
a mistake and forget to steal.
Meanwhile,
you're in and you're out.
Past the jag-off guard
who gets an extra C-note a week...
just to watch the door.
It's routine. Business as usual:
in, out, hello, good-bye.
And that's all there is to it.
Just another fat fuck walkin' out
of the casino with a suitcase.
Now that suitcase was goin'
straight to one place:
Right to Kansas City,
which was as close...
to Las Vegas as the Midwest
bosses could go...
without gettin' themselves arrested.
That suitcase was all...
the bosses ever wanted.
- And they wanted it every month.
- Hey, John, how was your ride?
Now this old Mormon fuck here...
he had to fly in with suitcases
once a month, nice and easy.
- Somethin' smells good.
- Yeah, they made us somethin' to eat.
The bosses would come
from all over the place:
Detroit, Cleveland, Milwaukee...
all over the Midwest.
And they would meet in the back
of this produce market in Kansas City.
I mean, nobody even knew it.
One of the guys made
his mother do all the cookin'.
- Do you ever see that guy
Jerry Steriano?
- Jerry Steriano?
Now, these old greaseballs
might not look it...
but believe me...
these are the guys
who secretly control Las Vegas.
Mama, that man's here again.
Because they control
the Teamsters Union.
And that's where you had to go if you
wanted to borrow money to buy a casino.
- Would you put in shrimp?
- I would.
Here you are, gentlemen.
Nobody got a Teamsters' loan
unless the guys in this room...
knew they were gonna get
their little suitcases.
Guys like this antique over here,
out of Detroit.
Or especially guys like Remo Gaggi,
the outfit's top boss.
You got a round figure on it?
- Definitely the most
important guy in this room.
- About pounds.
- That's around .
- Uh-huh, good.
[Man] I know it's
a little early for Las Vegas...
[Laughter]
but I do want to welcome the ladies
and gentlemen of the gaming industry.
[Ace] As far as the world
was concerned...
Andy Stone, the head of
the Teamsters' Pension Fund...
- was a legitimate guy.
- This is a very auspicious occasion.
- A powerful man.
- Philip, if you would rise.
He even played golf
with the president.
On behalf of the Teamsters'
Pension Fund...
- it is my pleasure to present to you...
- But Andy also took orders.
And when he was told to give
a pension fund loan to Philip Green...
this check for $ ...
for the new Tangiers.
he did what he was told.
[Nicky] Now, here was
the perfect front man.
What the fuck else could he be?
He didn't know too much.
He didn't want to know
too much...
especially that the bosses made
the Teamsters lend him the money.
He wanted to believe
the Teamsters...
gave him all that fuckin' money
'cause he was smart.
I know full well how much competition
we have in this great city.
And where they got Green from?
Who the fuck knows?
All I know is that Green was
an Arizona real estate hustler...
who barely had
enough gas money...
to come and pick up
his own fuckin' check.
And of course it was
the bosses' man...
Andy Stone,
who gave all the orders.
Not the chairman
of the fuckin' board, Philip Green.
I understand.
I understand.
Now all they needed was...
somebody they could trust
to run the casino.
And who better than Ace? I mean, he was
already in Vegas a couple years...
and he had
the fuckin' place clocked.
But typical Ace, give him a shot
at runnin' a casino...
and he tries
to talk you out of it.
I don't know if I could do this
even if I wanted to.
The Gaming Commission
would never give me a license.
I have at least two dozen
gambling and bookmaking pinches on me.
You don't have to have a license
to work in a casino.
All you gotta do
is apply for one.
The state law says that
you can work in a casino...
while they're processing
your application.
They got a ten-year backlog.
What happens when
they do find out?
Why would they
want to find out?
We're puttin' a hundred million
into this desert.
Why would they want to lock us out?
They'll never find out. All you gotta do
is keep changing your job title.
Like, uh, from Casino Executive
to Food and Beverage Chairman.
They take your application,
they put it at the bottom of the pile.
I know guys been workin' there
for years, don't have a license.
It's a tough proposition, Andy.
You know if I did it,
I'd have to run it my way.
You got it.
I'm serious, no interference.
Nobody's gonna interfere
with your running the casino.
I guarantee it.
[Nicky] And that's how
they got Ace to take over.
They wanted him because Ace ate,
slept and breathed gambling.
They worked out
a real cute job title too...
Tangiers Public Relations Director.
But the only thing he ever
directed was the casino.
He made his first bet when he was
years old, and he always made money.
But he didn't bet
like you or me.
You know, havin' some fun
with it, shit like that.
Where the hell
did you learn how to deal?
He bet like a fuckin'
brain surgeon.
Place the checks properly.
- That's the way you do it.
- Yes, sir.
He had to know everything,
this guy.
He'd find out the kind
of inside stuff nobody else knew...
and that's what he'd put
his money on.
Even back home, years ago...
when we were first hangin' out...
he'd know if the quarterback
was on coke...
I'll take Columbia for .
- if his girlfriend was knocked up.
- Twenty dimes on Columbia.
He'd get the wind velocity
so he could judge the field goals.
He even figured out
the different bounce...
you got off the different kinds
of wood they used...
on college basketball courts,
you know?
He'd be workin'
on this shit day and night.
There was nothing about a game
he was gonna bet that he didn't know.
Ace got down at six.
Get me down at six.
Season after season...
the prick was the only
guaranteed winner I ever knew.
But he was so serious
about it all...
that I don't think
he ever enjoyed himself.
But that's just the way he was.
But back then, the bosses
didn't give a fuck...
about whether
he enjoyed himself or not.
To them, he was
a cash register.
All they had to do was
ring the bell and take money.
Especially Remo...
who was a fuckin' degenerate
gambler who always lost...
Cazzo!
[Mumbles In Italian]
All those fuckin' sweeps.
- unless Ace made his bets.
- Enough now!
Ace made more money
for them on a weekend...
than I could do heisting
joints for a month.
Whatever Ace picked up
on the street, he told Remo.
I mean, fixed fights,
doped horses...
crooked fuckin' zebras,
locked-in point spreads.
He told fuckin' Remo everything.
And to tell you the truth,
I don't blame him.
- Hey!
- Keepin' Remo happy with money...
was the greatest insurance
policy in the world.
Son of a bitch!
How the hell did you get
Oklahoma-Michigan?
Nobody ever had Oklahoma-Mi...
How the hell'd you do it?
Well, that's why
they paid so well.
You see?
Never tells me nothin'.
What do we got on
for next week?
Well, it's a little too early.
I'd say Thursday would be good.
Is that all right?
- Okay, you'll come by the house?
- I'll come by.
: . Good job, my boy.
Keep it up? Okay, Ace?
Hey, Nick. Vien acca.
- I'll be right out.
- T'aggia parla.
Nicky, see that guy?
Keep a good eye on him.
He's makin'
a lot of money for us.
And he's gonna continue makin' a lot of
money for us, so keep a good eye on him.
Not like your fuckin' friends
out there that... without brains.
- Okay?
- All right.
- Mi raccomando.
- Yeah. Want me to take this for you?
[Nicky] So now,
on top of everything else...
I gotta make sure nobody fucks around
with the golden Jew.
Chase, couple of shooters
for the ladies.
[Ace]
Yeah, we made a great pair.
I made book and Nicky made sure
we always collected.
The old men loved us,
and why not?
- They all made money with us.
- They payin'?
- How did Nicky collect?
- They pay every week,
like they're supposed to.
- Don't ask.
- And where the fuck is the money,
I don't see any money.
- Hi, Melissa, Heidi.
- Hi, Sam.
Who's this guy?
- Get the fuck out of here.
It was nine. I laid nine.
- It was eight.
Ace, tell him the line
on the Bear game.
- Eight.
- If he don't know, nobody knows.
- Told you it was eight.
- How come I laid nine?
'Cause you're a jag-off.
- Excuse me.
- What?
- Is this yours? Your pen?
- Yeah, that's my pen. Why?
No, it's a nice pen.
I just didn't know whose it was.
I thought it was yours.
I didn't want it to get lost.
Well, thank you.
Why don't you take that fuckin' pen...
and shove it up your ass,
you fuckin' jag-off.
- Well, I was just offering you the...
- This fuckin' assho...
Look out, Joe. Look out.
[Grunts]
[Groaning]
What's that?
You hear a little girl, Frankie?
Hear a little girl, Ace?
Is that a little fuckin' girl?
What happened
to the fuckin' tough guy...
- told my friend to stick it
up his fuckin' ass?
- [Moans]
- Nicky, take it easy. Nicky, Nicky.
- [Moans]
[Ace] While I was trying
to figure out why the guy was saying...
what he was saying,
Nicky just hit him.
No matter how big a guy might be,
Nicky would take him on.
You beat Nicky with fists,
he comes back with a bat.
You beat him with a knife,
he comes back with a gun.
And if you beat him with a gun,
you better kill him...
because he'll keep coming
back and back...
until one of you is dead.
[Nicky] Listen,
with me protectin' Ace...
he made a fortune
for the bosses.
I mean, that's
what got him to Vegas.
He was a money machine.
A tremendous earner
for these guys.
As soon as he took over,
he doubled the fuckin' drop.
With Ace, the casino
never saw so much money.
And the bosses,
they couldn't be happier.
I got $
Don't you mess with me
But you know I'm down
Everybody knows I'm down
[Ace] In Vegas, I had to keep
a few juiced-in local cowboys working.
They were close to the,
you know, good old boys.
I mean, without us, these guys,
they'd still be shoveling mule shit.
Ward, you've got to keep
a cleaner space.
If you need Mr. Clean,
page him, all right?
Won't happen again, Sam.
- Mr. Rothstein.
- Mr. Rothstein. Won't
happen again, Mr. Rothstein.
Is this guy just another dumb fucking
white man, or what? What's the story?
- You need this guy.
- Can't get rid of him?
He's juiced in.
He's the County Commissioner's cousin.
I wouldn't give the bum
a mop job.
But still, I had no choice.
I had to take care of them.
These yokels ran the state.
Thank you very much,
Senator.
- They passed the laws,
they owned the courts.
- Hi, Ace. Hey, I need a room.
- I had dozens of politicians
and state officials...
- The Cedar Room.
coming through that place
every week.
- Help the Senator,
get him whatever he wants.
- Certainly.
Why not make him happy?
...the Presidential Suite.
For politicians like our State Senator
up there, everything was on the house.
These guys won their comp life
when they got elected...
so, hey, why not
take advantage of it.
Still, the politicians came cheap.
We could handle them.
It's a whale
like K.K. Ichikawa...
who plays $ a hand
in baccarat...
that's the one
you really gotta watch.
He plays fast and big
and he has the cash and the credit...
to turn out your lights.
About a year ago he cleaned out a couple
of casinos in the Cayman Islands.
Downstairs he takes us
for two million...
and upstairs he takes free
soap, shampoo and towels.
Another billionaire cheapskate
who loved his free rooms...
free private jets and
two million of our money.
But we got him back.
I had our pilot tell him
the plane was on the fritz.
I don't know what the hell went wrong.
I'm awfully sorry.
I can't understand it. These mechanical
things, you know they happen.
Hey, but better here than
up there, you know what I mean.
Then he missed the commercial
flights connecting with Japan.
I can't believe that there's
a convention; there's no room.
We got him back with a whole floor
of rooms to himself.
- I'm sorry you missed your plane.
- Glad to get to know you.
Oh, no. No gambling.
And once he was back,
he played small.
He bet a hand,
instead of his usual a hand.
...to the bank
with a natural lead over a five.
But I knew the trick
with whales like Ichikawa...
was that they can't bet
small for long.
He didn't think of it
as winning ...
he thought of it
as losing .
So, he upped his bets.
Until he dropped his winnings back
and gave up a million of his own cash.
In the casino, the cardinal rule
is to keep them playing...
and keep them coming back.
The longer they play,
the more they lose.
In the end, we get it all.
Goddamn it
Trying to make it real
Compared to what
Sock it to me
In Vegas, everybody's
gotta watch everybody else.
Six. All right,
who's gonna give me that?
Since the players are looking
to beat the casino...
Each and every roll,
all right.
- the dealers are watching
the players...
- Six.
- Fake a six.
- the boxmen are watching the dealers.
the floormen are watching
the boxmen...
the pit bosses are watching
the floormen...
the shift bosses are watching
the pit bosses...
the casino manager is watching
the shift bosses...
I'm watching the casino manager...
and the eye in the sky
is watching us all.
Plus, we had
a dozen guys up there...
most of them ex-cheats, who knew
every trick in the house.
Tryin' to make it real
compared to what
Yes!
- Very nice.
- I told you I was hot tonight.
Lookin' good.
Lookin' good.
Let's go.
This is for Ginger. Come on.
Let me have a hundred
on your hard ten.
Hundred on your hard ten.
Thank you.
Here we go now.
Yeeeow!
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- The dice...
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
- Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.
- You were great.
Thanks. Take care, Steve.
Take chances, drive fast.
This hundred is for you, love.
Thanks for your time.
- Come on.
- What's the matter?
What do you mean? I made a lot
of money for you, I want my cut.
What money? I've seen
you stealing from me.
What money?
Look at the stack of chips.
- I want my half.
- I've been watching you all night.
- I want my money.
- Your bag is full of fucking chips.
- I didn't steal anything from you.
- Get lost!
Get lost? Get lost?
Yes! Yes!
- Well, how about that?
- Come on!
Slippin' and a-slidin'
Changin' and a-hidin'
Been told a long time ago
I been told
Baby, you've been born
I won't be your fool no more
Oww
Baby, oh, baby
My sweet baby
You're the one
[Ace] What a move.
I fell in love right there.
But in Vegas, for a girl
like Ginger, love costs money.
What's different about him
I don't really know
I'm gonna go powder my nose.
No matter how I try
I just can't make him cry
- [Ace] Ginger's mission
in life was money.
- I'll be right back.
- See you, Ginger.
- Okay, thank you for asking.
She was a queen
around the casino.
She brought in high rollers...
and helped them spread
around a lot of money.
- Hello.
- Hey, Ginger. How you doing?
Great, and I have something for you.
You got me covered?
- And you do. Thank you very much.
- Take care of yourself.
- I got some lucky pills for you, Andy.
- Oh, yeah.
Who didn't want Ginger?
She was one of the best known...
best liked and
most respected hustlers in town.
Smart hustlers like her
could keep a guy awake...
for two or three days
before sending him home broke...
to the little woman
and his bank examiners.
You only make me glad
Better listen, little girl
You're goin' walkin'
down the street
I ain't got no love
Any change?
Oh, I hit a few games
on the way back.
But that was all bullshit,
she just pocketed the cash.
This heart of stone
- How you doin' tonight?
- Good.
- How are you?
- Uh, beat.
- [Ace] Ginger had the hustlers code.
- Take one for you.
- Thank you.
- She knew how to take care of people.
And that's what Vegas
is all about.
- Sixty-eight hundred.
- Thanks.
- It's kickback city.
- Have a good night.
Thank you. You too.
- She took care of the dealers...
- Hey, Mitch.
pit bosses, floor managers...
but, mostly, she took care
of the valet parkers...
the guys who could get you anything
and take care of anything.
Ginger took care of the parkers...
because they took care
of the security guards...
- who took care of the metro cops,
who let her operate.
- I need that stuff tonight.
- No problem.
- You are a doll.
The valet parking job
was such a money-maker...
they had to pay off the hotel manager
just to get the concession.
But one thing
I just could never understand...
was that she could have
everything under control...
except for her old pimp
boyfriend, Lester Diamond.
Gin, you know I got other people
in this, they got partners.
I want you to understand
that I am looking out for you...
in this thing, okay?
You're gonna get yours back,
and you're gonna get back first, okay?
- All right, yeah.
- Where you going?
Where are you? You're
in that place. Where are you?
- I'm here.
- No, you're not.
Where are you?
Where are you?
I'm always here for you.
- You're my woman.
- I know.
[Ace] The Ginger I knew wouldn't
even look at this creep.
- Good luck.
- Yeah.
He was a moocher,
a card cheat...
a country club golf hustler,
a scumbag.
- Chasing dentists for a few bucks.
- Careful.
The guy was always broke.
He always had a story.
And somehow she could never
turn him down.
The way Ginger saw it, I guess,
was that Lester was just an unlucky guy.
Somebody had
to take care of him.
But nobody
had to take care of Nicky.
If you find any cash in there,
we'll whack it up with you.
I mean, he took care
of himself only too well.
- That's why every badge...
- I folded these things beautifully.
- back home wanted to nail him.
- I would appreciate a little respect.
- Look at me, pal,
I gotta live with her.
- Jesus Christ.
Volare
Even after a little vacation,
they hassled him at the airport.
I mean, Frank Marino was there
to meet him, but so were the cops.
This time they wanted
to pinch him...
- for some diamond burglary in Antwerp.
- Will you help me fold these?
They were ready to blame him for
anything, no matter where it happened.
- Put your things away.
- And they were usually right.
- Hold it, hold it. Here.
- Because Nicky enjoyed
being a gangster.
- And he didn't give a damn who knew it.
- Come on, there we go.
Look at this. Beautiful!
I mean, that's what worried me.
'Cause it turns out,
Nicky was about to be sent to Vegas.
- All right, we're clear.
- There's more.
There's a couple stuck in there.
I know there's more.
- I'm telling you, they're out!
- Come on.
Don't get so defensive,
it could be stuck in your hair.
What's that?
Huh, what's that?
There's no more.
Thanks, hon.
[Nicky] I couldn't wait to get
my hands on Vegas.
But the bosses didn't send me
out there to have a good time.
They sent me out there to make sure
that nobody fucked with Ace.
And nobody interfered
with the fuckin' skim.
- Hey.
- Hey, how you doin'?
Hey, Sammy.
- Boy, look at this place, huh?
- Incredible.
Welcome to Vegas.
- Okay, Sammy.
- Something, huh?
Ginger.
Holy shit. What've you
been doing out here?
Honey, come here.
This is Jennifer and Nick,
they're dear friends of mine.
- Hi, Jennifer.
- A pleasure.
Okay, Sammy.
[Ace] After we ate,
we left Jennifer and Ginger alone...
and we took a ride to talk.
And then, he hit me with it.
What do you think about me
moving out here?
What's the matter?
You got a problem with that?
- No, of course not.
- You mean, I have your permission?
Sure, you have my permission.
But I just gotta tell you...
it's no joke out here,
it's no joke.
You gotta keep a low profile.
It's not like back home. Right off
the bat, they don't like guys like us.
And this sheriff's
a real cowboy.
Even the coppers aren't afraid
to bury people out in the desert here.
I don't care. I wanna get
away from back home for a while.
I'm tired of that shit
back there.
Look at this place,
it's made of money.
You know what the best part is,
nobody's gonna know what we're doing.
There's nobody here to see us.
Everybody's back home.
Nick, I gotta tell you.
I got pinched twice for no reason.
I really gotta be careful.
I'm running a licensed place,
everything's legit.
Don't worry about it.
I'm not gonna do anything.
I'm especially not gonna
involve you in anything.
[Nicky]
Ace saw Vegas one way...
- You call this guy
and tell him I'm comin'?
- Of course.
but I saw it another.
I saw it as untouched.
I mean, they had bookies, pimps...
and drug dealers
I could shake down.
Who the fuck
were they gonna run to?
So I started gettin'
everybody in line.
Best of all,
for the first time in my life...
I figured out a way
not to lose.
[Ace] Yeah, he had
a foolproof scheme, all right.
It wasn't very scientific,
but it worked.
When he won, he collected;
when he lost, he told the bookies
to go fuck themselves.
What were they gonna do,
muscle Nicky?
- Hey, how you doin'?
- How you doin'?
- You got that thing for me?
- What thing?
Oh, Nicky. I thought
you was layin'.
No, no, I'm takin'.
I was takin'.
- You sure?
- I'm positive.
- I'm a little confused.
- You're a little confused?
Maybe if I stick your fuckin'
face through this window...
you'll get unconfused.
- Gimme the fuckin' money.
- I'm sorry, Nick.
I didn't mean anything by it.
That's why you had it ready.
You thought I was fuckin' layin' it?
- My fuckin' head.
- Smarten up.
And now Nicholas Santoro will come up
and tell us about our first president.
George Washington was born...
[Ace] But still,
it was nice and quiet for a while.
Ginger and I presented
Nicky and Jennifer all over town...
like regular Ozzie and Harriets.
Beautiful, you got
a beautiful son.
[Nicky] Ace got my son, little Nicky,
involved in Little League.
Turned out to be one
of the other coaches...
was a fuckin'
metro intelligence cop.
But it didn't matter,
it was all about the kids.
He's gotta realize that everything
can't be a home run that he does.
That's exactly what
I keep tellin' him...
but that's the kind of kid he is.
[Ace] And Nicky, being Nicky,
he made his presence known.
Especially at the casino,
where he definitely did not work...
people got the message.
[Nicky] Me, that's why
the bosses sent me out here.
They wanted me to make sure none
of the other crews robbed the joint.
Like these two fuckin'
balloon heads over here.
They were gonna try to bang us
out of fuckin' grand...
- yeah, right, I'm sure.
- Hey! How are you?
How are you?
What are you doing here?
I'm over here now.
- You're over here?
- Yeah, I'm over here with them.
We're waiting on Carmine.
Yeah, we're looking
for Carmine.
He was here before. He had
a suitcase and then he left.
- Carmine left?
- Carmine left?
He's gone?
He's not here?
Carmine's out?
I think maybe he went
across the street...
or somewhere else
or somethin'.
Well, listen, good luck
with the joint.
- Ah, thanks, Eddie.
- Yeah, lots of luck.
- Yeah, good luck to you too.
- Hey, they forgot to sign their papers.
Yeah, they don't
need those anymore.
[Ace] Guys from other crews
got away with a warning.
Everybody else, watch out.
Like these yokels here...
who never heard of Nicky
or the bosses back home.
'Cause they're the morons
who give you the most trouble.
Even after we'd catch them,
they'd try sneaking back...
with beards
and wigs and fake noses.
You can spot these assholes
by watching the way they bet.
You can spot these assholes
by watching the way they bet.
Like this guy,
he's bettin' lavender chips...
at each with only
one little problem...
he's always guessed right.
If he wasn't so fuckin' greedy,
he'd have been tougher to spot.
But in the end,
they're all greedy.
I got a feelin'
about the future
And it ain't too good
I know that
I saw that the dealer was weak,
but he wasn't in on it.
He just wasn't
protecting his hand.
He was lifting
his hole card way too high.
Now, here's this guy reading
the dealer's hole card...
and signaling his buddy
at this table.
[Electronic Beeping]
And that's just what
these hustlers look for.
They cruise from casino to casino
looking for weak dealers...
the way lions
look for weak antelope.
Operator, this is Mr. R.
Get me Armstrong and Friday
over at pit two right away.
BJ second base, the beard.
Operator, I need Mr. Happy. Loud.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Jeff
Happy birthday to you
[Groans]
Man down!
Go get medical.
We got a cardiac arrest here.
He's fine, folks.
Just give us some room, please.
[Ace] They never know
what hit them.
And if and when
they do find out...
that they just got zapped
by a cattle prod...
they wish they really did
have a heart attack.
Turns out this guy
and his fuckin' pals...
they were knocking
this place dead for years.
- He's got a wire on him.
- Hey, hey, what are you doing?
There it is.
That's it.
- Cheater's justice.
- Oh, God!
No, no, no!
[Ace]
I wanted everybody to know...
that things were changed
around here.
We had to make an example
of these pricks...
that the party was over.
I'm just curious.
I saw you shuffling your checks...
with your right hand.
- Can you do that with both hands?
- No.
- You can't do it with both hands?
- No, sir.
Can you do it
with your left hand?
Well, I never tried.
- So, you're a righty.
- Yeah.
[Screams]
[Groans]
Now you're gonna have to learn
with your left hand.
- It's I think.
- Yes, it is.
Okay.
Hiya. That's a lot of money
to be counting out in public.
Why don't I take him...
over to the office
and verify it?
A little privacy.
And by the way...
send over a nice bottle
of champagne on ice.
- Sure will.
- Real special.
- By the way, I'm Billy Sherbert,
casino manager.
- Hi.
- Having a good time?
- Yes.
You want to count
the money in privacy.
I have a plane to catch to Cleveland.
Can I get my winnings?
Look what they did
to my hand, man.
All right,
I'm gonna give you a choice:
You can either have the money and
the hammer or you can walk out of here.
- What do you want?
- I just wanna get out of here.
And don't forget to tell your friends
what happens if they fuck around here.
- I'm sorry, I made a bad mistake.
- You're fuckin' right
you made a bad mistake.
'Cause if you come back here,
and we catch either one of you...
we're gonna break your heads
and you won't walk out of here.
You see that fuckin' saw,
we're gonna use it. You got it?
- Get out of here.
- Thank you.
Throw him in the alley and tell
the cops he got hit by a car.
[Ace] Within no time,
everything was set in place.
We got rid
of the freelance scamsters...
the per was way up,
the gods were happy.
And I decided
to complicate my life.
For a guy who likes sure things...
I was about to bet the rest
of my life on a real long shot.
We're not gettin' any younger.
Don't you think it's time?
Aren't you gettin' tired
of all this shit?
What, are you trying
to handicap me?
I'm gonna do you one better.
I'm tryin' to marry you.
You wanna marry me?
I'm serious.
I wanna settle down.
I want a family.
You got the wrong girl, Sam.
I know I'd be a good father,
you'd be a good mother.
You don't know me.
You've known me two,
three months.
I'm years old.
I don't want to wait.
I know you well enough
to know that I really love you.
And I can't think
of anybody better to be with.
And I don't feel like
waiting anymore.
You know a lot of happily
married people, Sam?
'Cause I don't.
Yeah, I know all that.
I care about you, okay.
But I just don't have those kind
of feelings for you.
I'm sorry.
I'm not in love with you.
- All right, all right.
- Understand?
Sam, I'm sorry.
No, l... l...
I mean... I can grow.
As long as there's a mutual respect,
that kind of thing can grow.
I'm realistic.
I can accept that.
What is love anyway?
It's a mutual respect.
It's a devotion.
It's a caring
from one person to another.
And if we could set up
some kind of foundation...
based on that mutual respect...
I feel eventually you
would care enough about me...
that I could live
with that.
If it doesn't work out,
doesn't play out...
then what happens to me?
You know I'm doing well now,
and I'm gonna do even better.
And so whatever happens...
if it doesn't work out
between us...
I'm gonna make sure you're okay
for the rest of your life.
And if there are kids,
especially...
I'll take care of you
better than you'd ever imagine.
What are you pitching me?
Just what I said,
you'll be set up...
for the rest of your life,
that I can promise you.
Want to take a chance?
[Applause]
[Ace] When I married Ginger,
I knew all the stories.
But I didn't give a fuck.
I'm Sam Rothstein, I said.
I can change her.
[Nicky]
It was typical Ace.
He invited the biggest people
in town and he knew they'd show.
Because he knew they all wanted
somethin' from him.
With Ace, nobody ever got
a free ride, even Ginger.
With her, he still
covered his bets.
They had to have the baby
before they could get married.
He even made Jenny and me
watch Amy for a few days...
when they went
on their honeymoon.
But I didn't mind,
we loved the kid.
[Lester]
Can you feel my eyes on you?
Can you feel me
look into your heart?
Can you feel me
in the pit of your stomach?
Can you feel me in you?
In your heart?
Don't make me come there.
Answer me.
[Ginger Crying]
I love you.
But, baby, do you know
that I love you too?
- No, Lester.
- Do you know that?
This is the best thing I can do
for my life right now.
[Lester] That's right.
So it's going to be okay.
Promise?
I wish you all the luck
in the world.
You do?
Yeah, I do. It's the best thing
you can do right now.
I mean this.
You have real security.
Sweetheart, you're gonna be
situated just right, in Vegas.
Come on, this is great for us.
I'm always gonna be here for you.
I ain't going no place.
I'm lookin' at you right now.
I'm seein' you for the very first time,
right this minute.
I can feel my heart click.
I see you years old.
I see you the first second
I ever saw you.
I see you
long-legged little colt...
stupid braces on your teeth.
- Okay, then.
- Every time I ever see you,
that's what I see.
Talk to you later.
Bye.
You all right?
Yeah.
Why are you crying?
I'm not crying.
[Sniffles]
Maybe you shouldn't
drink so much.
I'm okay, I just...
[Sniffles]
You just have to understand.
I've been with Lester
since I was a kid.
I just wanted to say good-bye.
I just... I don't...
I think I have
a right to do that.
Okay?
It's all right.
That part of your life
is over with.
- Right?
- Yeah.
You're with me now.
- Yeah.
- Right?
Uh-huh.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Let's go. Let's go back in.
- Okay.
Oh!
[Ginger]
Tsk. It's great.
It's great.
[Ginger Shrieks]
It's all my stuff.
Oh, my God.
You brought all my stuff!
I can't...
Try it on, it's yours.
You're kidding.
Oh, my God.
What is it?
It's chinchilla.
Oh, it's so soft.
Nice, isn't it?
No one's ever been
so nice to me.
[Gasps]
Oh!
Oh, my God!
So, do you think
it's too much...
if I wear these
all on the same day?
You do whatever
you want.
Do I keep my promises or
do I keep my promises?
So wonderful. The jewelry's
not so bad either.
We shouldn't keep this in the house.
We gotta put it in the bank.
Come on, can I keep this one
in the house?
Pay attention to me.
- What I'm gonna tell you
is very important.
- Okay.
All this stuff
doesn't mean anything.
Money, this doesn't mean
anything without trust.
I have to be able
to trust you with my life.
[Ace] With over a million
in cash and jewels...
tucked in a bank in Vegas, only
for Ginger, she was secure and happy.
She loved that shit.
But a guy in my line of work has
to have a lot of payoff cash around.
Crooked cops and kidnappers,
they don't take checks.
Need any help with that,
Mr. Collins?
So I put two million in cash
in a Los Angeles bank...
under the name
of Mr. and Mrs. Tom Collins.
This was strictly my shakedown
and kidnapping money.
[Ginger Laughs]
And since I'd either be in jail
or locked in a closet...
when I needed the money
the most...
I gave Ginger the only key to the cash
that could get me back alive.
- I'll take you there
- I'm callin', callin'
Callin' for mercy
- I'll take you there
- Mercy, mercy
I'll take you there
This is a signature card.
So once she signs those papers,
she'll be the only person...
to have total access to the box,
no one else, including myself?
That's right.
That's the way you wanted it.
[Banker]
Sam, let me ask you a question.
You must really trust your wife.
Yeah, sure I do. Why?
It's good.
It's just unusual.
Tell you the truth,
so many of my clients don't.
- Let me take you there
- I'll take you there
- Ain't no smilin' faces
- I'll take you there
Never will I know happiness
[Ace] With Ginger and the money
in place, I felt covered.
And to play it safe,
I switched job titles again...
and made myself
Food and Beverage Director.
This way nobody would bother me
about a license.
I mean Vegas was
like a dream for me.
Trouble was, Nicky was dreaming
his own kind of Vegas.
[Nicky] I put money out on the street
chargin' three points a week.
- Don't make us come lookin' for you.
- Juice to the fuckin' dealers.
You won't have to look
for me.
I appreciate it.
Thanks, Nicky.
They were degenerate gamblers,
coke freaks.
In no time I had half the dealers
in the Tangiers in my pocket.
Then, I started bustin' out
high-stakes poker players.
[Ace]
It was so obvious.
- All of Nicky's half-assed
mechanics were signal-happy.
- I'm gonna open for .
[Ace]
Signaling back and forth.
[Poker Player] Why you cryin'
with two loaves of bread under your arm?
Nicky thought nobody was watching him.
But he was wrong.
And I didn't want
any of those agents near my place.
- Four aces.
- I can't believe this.
[Poker Player] If I didn't have
bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck.
I wished to God Nicky and
his whole crew would just get lost.
What am I gonna do?
Go back home and start a war?
Nicky's a made guy and I'm not.
I can't do that.
Be careful. Gaming agents
are all over the place.
So I'm lucky. I'm not allowed
to get lucky in this place?
You've been lucky all week.
They're looking to nail you.
[Nicky] Ace was so fuckin' worried
about his casino...
he forgot what we were doin'
out here in the first place.
A million times I wanted to yell
in his fuckin' ear...
"This is Las Vegas.
We're supposed to be
out here robbin"'...
you dumb fuckin' hebe.
I don't give a shit
who he's connected to.
Tell him to take
his fuckin' feet off the table.
What's he think this is,
a goddamned sawdust joint?
Sir, would you mind
taking your feet off the table?
Yeah, I would mind.
I'm having a bad night.
Fuckin' asshole won't budge.
Call security.
- How are you?
- Good. How are you?
Wanna do me a favor? Take your feet off
the table and put your shoes back on.
Fuck you!
I want you to exit this guy
off the premises...
and use his head
to open the fucking door.
Sir, you're gonna have to leave.
Wanna come with us outside?
Bullshit. I ain't goin'
anywhere with you.
- Bullshit. You're outta here.
- Fuck you!
You know who you're
fucking with? Do you?
You fucking faggot! Do you know
who you're fucking with?
Leave me alone!
[Grunting]
- Come on!
- You guys are killing me!
Sure enough, an hour later,
I get the call.
Ace, what happened over there?
Did you know that guy was with me?
No, I didn't know that.
But you know what he did?
I walked over to him politely,
and he tells me to fuck myself.
- Then he called me a faggot.
- What?
- I threw that cocksucker out.
- Hey, come here.
You called my friend a faggot?
You tell him to fuck himself?
- Is that what you did?
Tell him to go fuck himself?
- [Grunting]
[Grunting Continues]
Come here. Come here.
You go over there.
You apologize.
You better hope
he lets you back in.
If you get outta line again,
I'll smash your head so hard...
you won't be able
to get that cowboy hat on.
Fuckin' hick.
Sammy, listen.
This guy obviously doesn't know
who he was talking to.
He doesn't know that
we're dear friends.
I mean, he's already
very sorry.
But if you could do me a favor
and let him back in...
I swear he'll never
get out of line again.
If he does it again,
he's out for good.
I don't care what it is,
I'll never let him in the place again.
I'm sorry about this, really.
All right, Ace?
Thanks, pal.
You took your boots off?
You put your feet on the table?
You shit-kickin',
stinky-horse-manure-smellin'
motherfucker, you!
You fuck me up over there,
I'll stick you in the desert.
- Go over and apologize.
- Nicky, I'm sorry.
[Roaring]
You're dear to me
Yes, sirree
[Nicky] You know,
Ace could be a very touchy guy.
Especially when
he got bigger in town.
Like when he hired
that Jonathan and David
and their tigers away from the Palace...
by building them a new stage
and giving them a Rolls-Royce.
But I'll tell you, he knew
how to bring in the crowds.
He knew all
the fuckin' angles.
He brought over the whole
"Femme Fatale" show from Paris...
but he forgot how lazy them
European dancing broads can get.
He had to weigh 'em in
once a week to make sure
they didn't blow up like balloons.
She's still eight pounds over.
- What's the reason for this?
- Mr. Rothstein, sir.
Never mind the "sir."
Why is she eight pounds over?
I'm trying to use respect.
Mr. Rothstein is good enough for you.
Well, sometimes when you put
that pressure point on them...
All you do is give me answers.
Just give me the right answer.
I guess she's frightened. If she doesn't
lose weight she may get fired.
That's right, she will get fired.
Send her back to Paris...
- It's been our policy...
- Just stop everything!
- This woman's an institution.
- That's the problem. She's lazy.
[Nicky] Hey,
I gotta give the guy credit.
I mean, he does
the most obvious thing.
This is the only town in the country
where a bookie joint is legit.
So why not take advantage, right?
So, he took bookie joints
off the street...
and then opened them up
inside the casino.
Within a few years
by doing all of this...
he had every casino on the strip
trying to copy off of him.
[Ace]
Between my innovations...
Look like they're taking
some cat to jail
and Nicky's dedication
to his job...
Steamboats are comin' and
they're splashing and goin'
I soon had the best
operation on the strip.
Moon is shinin'
on friends below
You gotta watch yourself.
There's a lot of heat on you already.
Why?
Somebody's complainin'?
I'm hearing things
from security.
The sheriff's lookin'
to put you in the Black Book.
That Black Book
is a bunch of bullshit.
They got two names
from the whole country...
and one of 'em
is still Al Capone.
If they put you in that book,
you're gonna be in trouble.
You will not be able
to walk into a casino.
I'm trying to make a living,
that's all.
I'm just tellin' you,
don't say I didn't warn you.
All right.
[Man] Mrs. Rothstein
straight ahead. Very nice.
Thank you.
[Chattering]
[Man] For his hard work
and dedication...
and the new life blood
he has instilled in Las Vegas...
Sam has established himself
as an indispensable member...
of the gaming community.
As the head of the
Tangiers Gaming Corporation...
it's my pleasure
to welcome Sam Rothstein...
to the Vegas Valley
Country Club.
[Applause]
[Ace] Back home, they would've put me
in jail for what I'm doing.
But out here,
they're giving me awards.
It is with great pleasure that I accept
this certificate of appreciation...
for charitable donations
to greater Las Vegas.
Congratulations, sweetheart.
Sam raised more than
we've ever raised before.
But my greatest pleasure was watching
my wife, Ginger, work the room.
- [Chattering]
- They all loved her.
How could you not love her?
She could be the most
charming woman you ever saw.
People loved
to be around her.
You've got to bring Amy
to Sasha's birthday party.
We'd love to have you there.
- Yes, okay.
- Great.
She made everybody feel good.
That's Stella by starlight
Congratulations, Sam.
Oh, thanks.
- Hello, Mrs. Rothstein. How are you?
- Hi.
You're one of the most
gorgeous women I've ever seen.
You're a lucky man,
Mr. Rothstein.
Thank you.
Thanks for that compliment.
He was a young kid
from the casino.
Nice kid.
Bright boy.
What balls on this fuckin' kid!
The next day I fired him.
Ginger had that effect on people.
I think she even encouraged them.
Do you wanna see this one?
Ahhhh!
Daddy gave me all this jewelry
because he loves me so much.
- But as much as they loved her...
- Oh, fabulous!
they didn't know
what really moved her.
Look at this. Look at this.
Daddy gave me this...
And with Ginger happy, I was able
to concentrate on what I knew best.
Loose machines are
right back over there.
What are they doin' back there?
You can't even see 'em there.
- Okay, I'll...
- What about the progressives
or the high jackpots?
- Well...
- These are our best machines.
They bring all the action.
- No wonder the drop is off.
- Yeah, okay.
- The action is in the front.
Bring 'em up front.
- All right, I will.
Listen to me very carefully. There are
three ways of doing things around here:
the right way, the wrong way
and the way that I do it.
- You understand?
- I do understand that.
I'll get right on it.
- And thank you.
- Don't thank me. Just do it.
You're the slots manager.
I shouldn't have to tell you this.
Dang, you are right,
Mr. Rothstein. I am so sorry.
[Ace] So I ended up working...
what, -hour days.
Ginger was the one who wound up
enjoying the best of Vegas.
Come with me, please.
I have a better table for you.
What did you say to that
fucking jerk, anyway?
I told him I was
Mrs. Sam Rothstein.
[Chuckles] Well, you might
as well get something out of it.
[Ace]
Well, it wasn't long...
before what I was afraid
was gonna happen happened.
Nicky managed to get himself banned
from every casino in Las Vegas.
And from then on,
I couldn't be seen talking
to him anywhere in Vegas or near it.
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?
"He will be ejected from
any casino in Las Vegas.
And the casinos can be fined
as much as $ ...
every time he shows up."
- You believe this shit?
- Yeah, I believe it. You got banned.
"Because of notorious
and unsavory reputation..."
Motherfucker!
Is there any way
around this?
No, there's no way.
Let's say, for instance...
I wanna go in a restaurant,
which happens to be in the casino...
to get one of those
sandwiches I like?
Forget it. You can't even
set foot in the parking lot.
That's how serious it is.
In other words,
I'm fucked?
In so many words, yes.
It just didn't sink into his head
about the black book and what it meant.
Not being able to go
into a casino is one thing...
but being in this book
etched your name into the brains
of every cop and FBI agent.
I mean, you're listed in there
with Al Capone. But Nicky didn't care.
I gotta do something.
They ain't gettin' rid of me.
They're not gettin' rid of me.
I'm stayin' here.
Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em.
[Nicky]
So, once they pulled that shit...
I started doin' my own things
nobody ever thought of doin'.
To keep an eye on things,
I brought in my kid brother,
Dominick, and some desperados...
and started knockin' over
high-rollers, casino bosses...
bookmakers...
anybody right here in town.
I had a good fuckin' crew goin'
for me, I'll tell you that.
I had Sal Fusco,
a great second-story guy.
Jack Hardy. He worked for a safe company
before he did a six-year bit.
And then there was Bernie Blue.
This guy can bypass any alarm for me.
It was like old times.
And I opened up my own jewelry
store too, the "Gold Rush."
Sometimes I used to go along
on a heist, just for the fun of it.
But I didn't like the people
I was rippin' off looking at me...
so I used to turn
their fuckin' pictures around.
- What's takin' so long?
- This is a motherfucker!
- It's working.
- Learn how to open these things
so you don't have to take 'em.
Some of these stones
got a lot of niggers in them.
Tell Pepe if he's
switching stones on us,
he better take a camel back to Nigeria.
- [Phone Rings]
- Yeah?
- They're in Penthouse K.
- Check in alone?
- They checked in alone.
- Are they out now?
- Yes. Don't worry.
- All right. Thanks.
[Ace] He had tipsters
all over town. Bellmen.
- But you got to hurry.
- Yeah, okay.
- Valet parkers.
- They're just checking in now.
Okay, I'll tell him.
- Pit bosses.
- Room at the Scirocco.
- . Right.
- Secretaries.
- Mint condition coins.
- Mint condition? All right.
And they all got
a piece of the score.
Car's coming.
[Hard Rock]
They were very careful.
They always bypassed
the alarms, or else...
if not, they'd drill
enough holes to knock
through the walls with a sledgehammer.
Nicky was grabbing
everything he could.
Nobody out there was expecting
a guy like him.
For Nicky, Las Vegas
was the fucking wild west.
I just got a shipment
of diamonds from Israel.
[Nicky] What the fuck they expect
from me? I had to earn, didn't I?
You know, this diamond
has flaws in it.
- There's no flaws.
- I'm doing this for years.
You better clean your loupe,
because there's no flaws.
[Nicky]
Whenever we got local merch...
we'd usually send it
to Palm Springs or Arizona, L.A.
I had a couple of sand niggers
out there. You know, Arabs.
What, are you gonna have
a fucking meeting here?
I know his language.
Forty thousand dollars.
The whole package.
Twenty thousand.
That's my final offer.
He suddenly talks English. Let's talk
Turkey here. Twenty-five thousand.
[Nicky] I actually turned
my bedroom into a bank vault...
where I kept
the choice stuff.
I couldn't leave it
at the Gold Rush...
in case we got raided
by the cops...
or if my crew got cute.
I had the only key.
Jennifer didn't give a fuck.
She used to fall asleep
on the couch watching TV.
This stuff was all mine.
I didn't send any of this back home.
Actually I couldn't, because I wasn't
even supposed to be doin' it.
The bosses were making so much
fucking money with the casinos...
that they didn't want anybody
makin' any waves for them.
You gave all the guys
in your crew a piece of that?
- I took care of everyone.
- Yeah?
That's why there was
no real organized street stuff
in Vegas before I came here.
But how much cash
could I bury in my closet?
You have to understand,
and I'm sure you do...
that in a venture
of this kind...
you have to be prepared
to take some kind of loss.
So I put some of the money
into legitimate deals
with Charlie Clark, Ace's banker.
You will try to push it through,
won't you, Mr. Clark?
- Yes.
- I'm giving you cash.
Then I put some more money into
legitimate places, like my restaurant.
- Is that the last one?
- Yeah.
I had my kid brother,
Dominick, run it for me.
Fuckers.
- Here you go, guys.
- All right.
- Thanks a lot.
- Yeah. Enjoy. Have a good time.
Choke on it, motherfucker.
- Hey, Dom.
- How ya doin'?
[Ace] Yeah, Nicky loved restaurants.
He was a real restaurant buff.
And over the years,
he always made money with it.
In Vegas, he had the Leaning Tower.
It was a very popular spot.
He had politicians, showgirls and movie
stars hanging out all over the place.
That show over at the Flamingo
gets better and better.
By the way, Sammy said, whenever
you have a minute, give him a call.
- Made a messenger out of you too, huh?
- Anything for a buck.
- He does it to everybody.
Enjoy your dinner.
- Thanks.
[Ace]
But I gotta tell you, the thing Nicky
liked most was the showgirls, naturally.
I mean, to them,
Nicky was the movie star.
- You walk past me?
- Hey, this is Shelly.
- Hey, Shelly. How are you?
- Hi.
- And this is Stacy.
- Stacy.
- This is Nick. Wanna have dinner?
- Pleasure.
Let's check the kitchen first.
Excuse us one second.
Come on, I'll show you.
I fly stuff in fresh every day.
I get bread from back home.
I get fish from California.
And you can always tell a great kitchen
like ours because of the milk-fed veal.
That's the secret.
See, milk-fed veal is pure white.
Out here they got that pink veal.
Slide over, honey.
Now, pink veal, you can pound
that shit for two days.
It'll never, ever get tender.
You know what I mean?
I left here with the money.
Got muscled on the street.
A couple guys, I owe them.
So I gave them the money.
- That's what I did.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You call yourself a man?
You know you're a lyin' lowlife,
motherfuckin' gamblin' degenerate prick?
You know that's what you are?
Two small kids at home.
I gave you money to pay
the fuckin' rent...
and buy groceries,
put the heat on.
Your wife called Frankie and
told him the fuckin' heat's off.
And you didn't gamble
that fuckin' money?
- No? You didn't?
- I didn't...
Don't fuck with me, Al!
Don't make a fuck outta me.
You wanna embarrass me and make
a fool outta me? You didn't gamble?
Tell me you gambled
the fuckin' money...
I'll give you the fuckin' money
to put the fuckin' heat on!
Did you gamble? Huh?
Fuckin' degenerate.
Fuckin' kids at home.
Here. Get the fuck outta here.
- Thanks, Nick.
- Yeah, thanks.
Let me find out you fucked up.
I'll leave you where I find you.
How many of these
you gonna eat?
- Two.
- Two?
[Ace] But around : in the morning,
when he finished his day...
no matter where he was
or what he was doing...
he always went home to make breakfast
for his son, Nicky boy.
I know you like this.
A little butter, right?
- Not a lot. You know why, right?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- 'Cause it clogs up your heart.
What a smart kid you are.
Okay, eat.
[Nicky] Every couple of weeks,
I used to send Marino...
back to the bosses
with a piece of what I made.
Not a bit piece,
but what did they know?
They were miles away, and I don't
know anybody who can see that far.
Their drop was
a truck stop garage...
where Remo and the guys used
to hang out and count their millions.
- Remo.
- Hey, Frankie.
The cops knew,
but they didn't give a fuck.
Nicky sends
his warmest regards.
I knew how
to keep the bosses happy.
Whenever they gave me
little jobs to do...
I would carry things out
to a "t."
Like the time Tony Dogs,
who's supposed to be
the new maniac tough guy in town...
shot up one of Remo's bars.
Here's a fuckin' guy
kills two of Remo's guys...
and a poor fuckin' waitress who was just
workin' on her night off, of all things.
I mean, this guy's just beggin'
to be made an example of.
Frankie, I want the names
of all the other people he had with him.
And I don't care what you have
to do to 'em to get 'em, understand?
- I'll take care of it, Remo.
- And mow 'em down.
[Nicky] To be truthful with you,
I had to admire this guy.
He was one of the toughest
Irishmen I ever met.
- [Chattering]
- This son of a bitch was tough.
For two days and two fuckin' nights
we beat the shit outta this guy.
We even stuck ice picks
in his balls.
- Better give me a name soon,
or I'm gonna give him yours, Frank.
- Thanks a lot.
- But he never talked.
- I know you would've ratted by now.
In the end, I had to put
his fuckin' head in a vise.
Dogs, Dogs,
can you hear me, Dogs?
Listen to me, Anthony.
I got your head in a vise.
I'll squash your fuckin' head like a
grapefruit if you don't give me a name.
Don't make me have to do this.
Please. Come on!
Don't make me be a bad guy.
Come on.
[Straining]
Fuck you!
This motherfucker. You believe this?
Two fuckin' days and nights.
Fuck me? Fuck me?
You motherfucker!
Fuck my mother?
Is that what you're tellin' me?
- [Skull Crunching]
- You motherfucker, you! Huh?
- Oh, God!
- Give me the fuckin' name!
[Straining]
Charlie M.
- Charlie M.?
- Charlie M.
You make me pop your
fuckin' eye outta your head...
to protect that piece of shit,
Charlie M.?
You dumb motherfucker!
Kill me, you fuck!
Kill me!
You motherfucker, you!
Frankie, do him
a fuckin' favor.
[Ace] The word got around
that finally...
there was a real
gangster in town.
Nicky was the new boss
of Las Vegas.
Charlie M.
[Bells Ringing]
Four reels, sevens,
across three $ jackpots.
Do you have any idea
what the odds are?
It's gotta be
in the millions, maybe more.
Three fuckin' jackpots in minutes!
Why didn't you call me?
It happened so quick. Three guys won.
I didn't have a chance.
- You didn't see the scam?
- There's no way to determine that.
Yes, there is.
They won!
It's a casino.
People gotta win sometimes.
Ward, you're pissing me off.
Now you're insulting my intelligence.
You know goddamn well somebody had
to get into those machines
and set those fuckin' reels.
The probability on one machine
is a million and a half to one.
On three machines in a row,
it's in the billions.
What's the matter with you?
Didn't you see you were being set up
on the second win?
I think you're overreacting.
Listen, you fuckin' yokel. I've been
carrying your ass ever since I got here.
- Get your ass outta here.
- You're firing me?
I'm firing you.
No, I'm not firing...
- You might regret this.
- I'll regret it if I keep you.
This is not the way
to treat people.
If you didn't know,
you're too fuckin' dumb.
If you did know,
you were in on it.
Either way, you're out.
Get out. Come on, let's go.
The guy's history
as far as I'm concerned.
But you can't fire him. His
brother-in-law is County Commissioner.
Everybody with cowboy boots is
a fuckin' county commissioner
or related to a commissioner.
This is his state.
His uncle's chief judge.
His brother-in-law runs
the county commission.
You're in the finances,
you're upstairs.
But you are not on the floor.
You don't see what's going on.
I've got thousands of players.
I've got dealers.
They're all looking
to rob me blind hours a day.
I have to let them know I'm watching
all the details all the time.
There is not one single thing
I will not catch.
- Look at yours. Look at that.
- Huh?
Look at this.
There's nothing.
Look how many
blueberries your muffin has.
What are you talking about?
If you don't do it yourself,
it never gets done.
- Where are you going?
- How long can this go on
From now on, I want you to put an equal
amount of blueberries in each muffin.
An equal amount of blueberries
in each muffin.
Do you know how long
that's going to take?
I don't care how long it takes.
Put an equal amount in each muffin.
Just a little.
That a girl.
Oh, boy, look.
You wanna go to Mommy?
Wanna come to Mommy?
It's all right, sweetheart.
I need to talk to you.
I need some money.
- What do you need?
- Got her?
Well, I need a lot.
I need more than usual.
Why don't you take it
out of your account?
I would, you know, Sam,
it's just that...
Well, I need more than that.
I need $ .
Twenty-five thousand?
For yourself?
- Yeah.
- Why do you need that much?
What's the difference?
I just need it.
Well, I gotta ask you.
That's a lot of money.
You're not asking
for a box of popcorn.
We don't have to turn this
into a big deal.
Okay? We don't have
to have a fight.
It's important to me.
Just something I wanted to do.
Who's fighting?
I mean, tell me what it's for.
Why can't you tell me
what it's for? Huh?
Well, you know what?
Now I want you to tell me.
My wife comes to me and asks me
for . What do you want, a coat?
- No.
- If you want a coat, you got it.
It's not the money.
It's just, why do you want it?
Am I not entitled to ask that?
Sam, I've been independent
my whole life. I never had
to ask anybody for anything.
- Now you're making me beg.
- What are you talking about?
And you're embarrassing me.
Why do you want to make me feel so bad?
You're asking me for .
I'm not out to make you feel bad.
I want to just
be able to trust you.
You know,
it's about trust.
I have to be able
to trust you with my life.
Do you understand?
Can I trust you?
Can I trust you?
Can I trust you?
Answer me, can I trust you?
You can trust me.
Good. So then you could tell me
what the money is for.
You've got to
Give a little
Take a little
And let your poor heart
Break a little
Yeah, she's leaving the bank now.
All right,
I'm gonna follow her.
[Man Laughing]
What is that?
I know that look.
What does that look mean?
It means I got the money.
You've got to
- Give a little
- [Singer] Yes,
you're way up on top now.
Take a little
How are you doin', Les?
It's Lester, right?
Sam.
From my recollection,
aren't you the card shark...
the golf hustler,
the pimp from Beverly Hills?
If I'm wrong,
please correct me.
'Cause I never knew you
to be a heist man.
But if you are,
you know what?
Here, take mine too.
Go ahead, take it.
'Cause you already have hers.
She's my wife.
Look at me.
You did know that, didn't you?
You knew that she's my wife?
- Hey, look at me.
- Yeah, I know that.
You know, yeah?
But if you ever
come back again, ever...
to take her money,
next time bring a pistol.
That way
you got a chance.
Be a man.
Don't be a fucking pimp.
Now, you wanna do me a favor?
Get outta here.
I wanna be alone with my wife.
Get up and get outta here.
- [Singer] And you want to be free.
- Take a little
[Singer] Why, you feel
that you are too good...
much too good
for a nobody like me.
- Fuckin' piece of shit.
- That's fuckin' bullshit.
- That's the story
- Well, darling, I guess it's best...
- That's the glory of love
- that we should part.
Remember when you called him
that night and said good-bye?
He didn't say, "Don't get married.
I'll be right down."
- He didn't say that to you, did he?
- No, he didn't.
No. Instead, what did he say?
"Fuck him. Take him
for everything he's got."
Come here.
I want to show you something.
- That's the story
- The second letter came right
after I gave you your start.
- [Grunting, Shouting]
- No! No! No!
[Screaming]
No! Make 'em stop it!
- [Groaning]
- No! No!
It's not his fault!
It's my fault!
[Shouting Continues]
[Screaming]
No!
- Fuck! Fuck!
- Piece of shit.
[Sobbing Continues]
[Ace] You did it to yourself,
you chickenshit cocksucker.
He's such a prick!
He had some guy
from the hotel beat him up.
He didn't want
to do it himself.
Oh, no, he didn't want
to get his own hands dirty.
So why did he
have to do that, huh?
Tell me.
- I know it wasn't a nice thing to do...
- No shit.
You gotta understand it. He doesn't know
if this guy is shaking you down...
No. No. I told him all about this guy
before we ever got married.
- This is no fucking surprise.
- Oh, you did? I didn't know that.
He's just a friend of mine
I was trying to help. So what?
You know, the first time
I ever saw you guys together...
I never saw him so happy.
I mean, I know he's
a crazy Jew fuck and everything...
but I never seen him act
like that with anybody else.
I think he's crazy about you.
I mean, he really loves you.
Come on. I went into this
with my eyes open, you know.
I knew the bottom
could drop out at any time.
You don't think I'm gonna
go into a situation like this...
if I don't think I'm gonna
get covered on my back end.
- Sure, I can see that.
- Right?
So I put aside some jewelry for me.
A lot of jewelry.
You mean like a lot
of expensive jewelry? About how much?
You want to steal it?
No. I'm just curious.
I was wondering...
how much he would put
into a thing like that.
I'm told it's worth
about a million dollars, maybe more.
Well, there you go.
What does that tell you?
A million dollars in jewelry.
Does that tell you
the guy is crazy about you?
I should've never married him.
He's a Gemini.
Triple Gemini. Duality.
Gemini is the snake, you know.
You can't trust a snake.
[Sniffling]
I mean it.
I know what you mean.
Listen, Ginger.
You know, this is probably not...
I don't have the answers anyway.
- This is probably not
what you want to hear...
- I do.
'cause you're a little upset
and I understand that.
But I think you should try
to make the best of it now.
Go slow. See what happens.
He could've killed him!
Okay? He could've killed him.
He didn't have to hit him.
It's not like
I'm sleeping with the guy.
He makes me sneak around to see
my own friends. What is that all about?
I guess it's 'cause he loves
you so much, he's jealous and worried.
He gives a fuck what I do.
Look, I'll try to find out
what the hell is going on.
- When I see him, I'll talk to him.
- Okay.
- All right?
- Yeah.
Thanks. Thanks
for putting up with me.
Take it easy with this shit.
This can only make matters worse.
You're a beautiful girl. I've seen a lot
of girls get shot to hell from this.
You're so nice.
Come on, now. I don't
wanna see you unhappy.
- These eyes before us
- Thanks.
Just what the truth is
- Thank you.
- It's all right.
I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you
Yes, I love you...
[Phone Ringing]
Mr. Rothstein, County Commissioner
Pat Webb is here to see you.
- Give me a minute.
- Okay. Just a minute.
Mr. Webb, can I
get you anything?
Uh, no. No, thank you,
little lady.
Okay, send him in,
then call me four minutes after.
- Mr. Rothstein, I'm Pat Webb.
- How do you do?
- Hey, it is a pleasure.
- I heard a lot about you.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Hey, house is doin' well.
Hey, all that money
is rollin' in.
I appreciate you takin' the time
to see a poor civil servant.
- Why don't you have a seat, hmm?
- Oh, thank you, sir.
I come here personally
to kind of smooth over...
any fracas
about a certain matter.
See, uh, maybe
you didn't know it...
but Don Ward is a very
well-liked man in this town.
He's got lots of friends.
Nice family and their money
go back many, many years.
Now friends vote.
Family and money votes.
That's important
to me and you.
And if you'll think about
our little problem along them lines...
and you'll forgive me
for sayin' it...
maybe he did not
deserve to be fired.
I'm sorry, but he knew
about our getting hit...
on three big machines in a row
and he did nothing about it.
That means, either he was in on it or he
was too dumb to see what was goin' on.
Either way, I cannot have
a man like that working here.
Before we point the dirty
end of the stick at old Don...
we better be sure
we can prove them charges.
Believe me, if I could prove it,
he would be under arrest.
Are, uh...
[Clears throat]
Are we certain that you want
the Gaming Control Board...
eyeballing your record and
your gangster pals like Nicky Santoro.
I think you're way out of line
talking to me like that.
What you're saying is libelous,
and you're in no position
to challenge my expertise.
I went way out of my way
to be very helpful to that kid.
He's weak. He's incompetent.
He jeopardizes the whole place.
There's not much more
I can do for him.
You have got me there.
[Chuckles]
Old Don is as useless
as tits on a boar.
[Coughs]
But he is my brother-in-law...
and I would look on it
as a personal favor...
if you'd think some more
on hirin' him back.
I can't do that.
I appreciate the fact
that he's your brother-in-law...
and I do want to help you
and I like to do favors.
I know who you are,
but I cannot do that.
Well, could there be
any position...
farther down the trough?
I'm sorry.
I can't do anything.
He's too incompetent, and the bottom
line is, he cannot be trusted.
[Phone Ringing]
Okay. Thanks.
Well... you know,
that's it. I'm sorry.
Mr. Rothstein, your people
never will understand...
the way it works out here.
You're all just our guests.
But you act
like you're at home.
Let me tell you something, partner.
You ain't home.
But that's where we're gonna send you
if it harelips the governor.
- Thank you for your time.
- No problem.
- Sorry.
- You bet.
What happened to my pills?
Huh?
Isn't it bad enough you're drinking
too much? You're taking my pills too?
I didn't take your pills.
Look, for my ulcer,
I take a half a one of these.
And that's when I have
extreme pain.
I had a three-month supply.
What did you do with 'em?
[Crying]
You didn't have to beat him up.
What?
I was just trying to help him.
Like I'm sleeping with the guy.
Yeah, how do I know?
You can't make me stop
caring about people.
What? What?
I said,
you can't make me...
stop caring about people.
[Crying Continues]
Listen... Ginger...
I'm trying to make the best
of everything here, you know?
I mean, you're my wife,
for Christ's sakes.
I mean, people look up
to you in this town.
You know what, Ace?
I don't give a shit!
I'm gettin' out of here.
I am.
[Crying Continues]
Come over here.
You gotta get hold of yourself.
- Okay. Okay.
- If not for me, at least for Amy.
Understand? Your drinking's
gettin' way out of hand.
I'm gonna get you into a program.
They got plenty of good ones.
- I don't need one.
- Yes, you do. It's very discreet.
There's no names
in the papers.
That's all you care about.
You don't care about me.
- Yes, I do.
- No, you don't.
How could you say that?
You're a beautiful woman.
You're destroying yourself.
You don't need that fuckin'
leech living off you.
I know you better
than you know yourself.
You're a tiger.
You're stronger than I am.
When you set your mind
on doing something,
you do it better than anybody.
You're gonna do it.
Okay? You'll do it.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Okay. Okay.
I'll try. I'll try.
I'll try. I will.
Don't be mad at me, okay?
I will.
[Crying Continues]
[Nicky] No matter what the problems
were outside the count room...
it was all worth it.
The cash kept rollin' in...
and the suitcases
kept comin' and goin'.
And let me tell you, the fuckin'
bottom line here is... cash.
The only problem was
that after a while...
the bosses noticed that the suitcases
were gettin' a little light.
Wait a minute.
You mean to tell me...
that the money we're robbing
is being robbed?
Somebody's robbing from us?
We go through all this trouble
and somebody's robbing us?
Huh?
Like I said, it's part of the business.
It's considered leakage.
Leakage my balls.
I want the guy who's robbing us.
[Nicky] Even John Nash...
that's the guy who ran the scam...
he knew there wasn't much
he could do about it.
You gotta know that
a guy who helps you steal...
even if you take care
of him real well...
he's gonna steal
a little extra for himself.
Makes sense, don't it?
Try and make these hardheaded
old greaseballs understand that.
What's the point of skimming if we're
being skimmed? It defeats the purpose.
Huh?
They take this money because they're
my guys, so give 'em some leeway.
[Nicky] But the bosses
never believed in leeway...
so listen to what they do.
They put Artie Piscano,
the underboss of K. C...
in charge of making sure
nobody skimmed the skim.
- What were you doin'?
- I was with my cumma.
- What are you doin' with your cumma?
- I gave her a scheff.
The only trouble was,
Piscano was a disaster.
This guy could fuck up
a cup of coffee.
- What you been doin'?
- I'm out there more than I'm here.
And little did anybody know
where this would lead.
If they did, they'd would've
been better off makin' fuckin' novena.
You gotta go back there
and talk to that guy.
- I never got paid my expenses
for the last trip.
- What expenses?
I'm layin' money outta my own pocket
and I never get anything back.
You gotta go back out there.
From now on, I'm gonna
start keepin' records.
No records, Artie. What are
you gonna do with records, pay taxes?
I keep layin' out
my own fuckin' dough.
What the hell are
we doin' over here?
You're goin' to Las Vegas
at my expense.
Oh, fuck.
I mean, after all...
[Ace] No matter how many novenas
you could make...
nothing was gonna stop
what came up next.
- I can't believe you're doing this.
- We made a deal.
It turned out Phil Green,
Mr. Integrity...
had a partner
nobody knew about.
And when she showed up
and started demanding money...
- Why are you doing this?
- Because you're wrong.
- Yes, you are.
- No, I am not wrong.
Green tried to stonewall her.
I will see to it that you
do not get away with this.
So, she sued him in court.
The court will now hear the matter
of the plaintiff, Anna Scott...
against Tangiers Corporation
and its president, Phil Green.
- Oberon on behalf of Mr. Green.
- Logan on behalf of Anna Scott.
- Mr. Oberon, you can proceed.
- Thank you, Judge.
I believe he was fair,
and I'm delighted with the decision.
We got a problem.
It didn't go too well.
Green has to open up the books...
has to show how
he got the financing.
Hey, that's not good.
[Nicky] She was doin' pretty good
with her lawsuit.
But before she could start
countin' her money...
the boys back home decided
to settle the case out of court.
So they sent me.
Can you comment on
the murder of Anna Scott?
- What are you talking about?
- She was found
last night shot in the head.
Was this just
a real estate partnership?
Her lawyer said
you were partners.
We were involved in minor
real estate deals many years ago.
It was never a partnership.
Did you ever hear
of the. caliber killer?
[Ace] Now, instead of the cops
only looking at Nicky...
they started looking
at Green too.
And he was supposed to be
our squeaky clean front man.
I had to start giving interviews
to make sure everybody knew...
the casino
was on the up and up.
So how often do you
really fill in for him?
Green's here about
two or three times a month...
and he's busy
with real estate deals.
So in Green's absence,
then, you're the boss?
I serve with the pleasure
of the chairman of the board.
My responsibilities are
to run the day-to-day operations.
So day-to-day, then,
you're the boss?
Well, in a sense, you could say
that I am the boss...
when Mr. Green is away.
You could say that.
Hmm, have you read this?
About Mr. Rothstein.
It says, "The Midwest bookmaker
with mob ties...
says that he is the real boss
of the $ million...
Tangiers casino empire."
Did he really say that?
Why, of course he said that.
It's right here.
Has that man even filed
for his license yet?
I don't know.
We have to check the files.
Without gettin' your shorts
in a knot, would you do that?
And kinda check closely, 'cause we may
have to kick a kike's ass outta town.
Thank you.
A Gaming Control Board
investigation...
of Tangiers executive
Sam Rothstein's application...
for a gaming license
is underway.
Rothstein, who heads the Tangiers Casino
operation and is a boyhood friend...
of Las Vegas mob boss
Nicky Santoro...
could lose his ability
to work in the casino...
[Muted]
- [Phone Rings]
- Hello?
- I gotta meet Clean Face.
What about the Chez Paris?
- You can't.
- You gotta make a reservation.
It's all booked up.
- No, no.
It's impossible.
You gotta make a reservation.
It's very difficult
to get in.
I'll use the service entrance.
I'll see you at : .
All right.
The battle between State gaming
officials and Tangiers Casino boss...
Sam "Ace" Rothstein
is heating up.
Tonight, an up-to-the-minute look
at Ace Rothstein's attempt
to get state licensing...
despite law enforcement allegations
of Rothstein's
organized crime connections.
Will Sam Rothstein's friendship
with alleged organized crime
figure Nicky Santoro...
keep Rothstein from running
the Tangiers Casino?
And can the integrity
of state gaming laws be jeopardized
by a boyhood friendship?
- Why don't you take it easy
on that stuff? Huh?
- [Newscaster Continues]
Come on.
Let me help you down.
We're talking
about some stuff.
At Will a boyhood friendship
unseat Rothstein
as the Tangiers Casino boss?
Exclusive on the KBBO
special news report.
- Go down. Just... go downst-
- [Newscaster Continues]
You can't let this concern you, Ace.
Don't worry.
It's just a political
witch hunt.
Ace.
Do you want
something to drink?
- Charlie, a refill?
- Yeah, great.
No. Hey, Mr. Clark.
I've been tryin' to reach you.
- You're tougher to get
than the president.
- Well, I've been busy.
Yeah? At least you could return
my phone calls, though.
Listen, Nicky,
we talked about this.
And I explained to you that you might
have to take some kind of loss.
Yeah.
I think I want my money back.
[Laughing]
What are you gonna do, strong-arm me?
- [Laughing]
- You know, I think you've gotten
the wrong impression about me.
I think, in all fairness...
I should explain to you
exactly what it is that I do.
Tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and
early, take a walk to the bank...
and walk in and see, and, uh,
if you don't have my money for me...
I'll crack your fuckin' head
wide open in front of everybody.
And just about the time
that I'm comin' out of jail...
hopefully you'll be comin'
out of your coma.
And guess what? I'll split
your fuckin' head open again.
'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid.
I don't give a fuck about jail.
That's my business.
That's what I do.
We know what you do. You fuck people
out of money and get away with it.
- You can't talk to me like that.
- Hey, you fat Irish prick!
You put my money to sleep!
- Get my money, or I'll put
your brain to sleep.
- Sam!
Never mind Sam.
This is personal.
I'll be there in the morning. You can
try me, Fatso. You fuckin' try me.
You think he got the point?
What're you doin'?
He's a square guy, for chrissakes.
He's gonna run to the F.B.I.
That prick's been dodgin' me
for three weeks.
You're tryin' to tell me what to do.
I'm not tryin' to tell you what to do.
You're outta line. Where's your head?
Where's my head?
Where's your fuckin' balls?
I'm tryin' to put somethin' big together
here. You know what I'm talkin' about.
If you're actin' like this now,
can I depend on you?
A lot of things gonna change.
If you wanna be there with me,
you're gonna have to go my way.
Listen, Nick, understand my situation.
I'm responsible for thousands of people.
I got a hundred million a year
goin' through the place.
It's all over if I don't
get that license.
If it goes bad for me,
it's bad for a lot of people.
Forget about your fuckin' license.
I plant my own flag,
you ain't gonna need a license.
You know, I don't know what it
is, Sammy, but the more I talk to you...
the more I feel like you just
don't want to go along with me.
- No, I don't want
to come along with you.
- All right, fine.
I don't want to be involved
in anything you're talking about, okay?
I want to run a square joint.
I just want my license.
I want everything quiet.
That's it!
Quiet like this?
"I'm the boss"? That's quiet?
That's taken out of context.
I had no control over that.
- Ronnie and Billy will tell you
exactly what happened.
- Back home that looks bad.
Looks bad? Every time you're
on television, I get mentioned.
That looks bad.
- What the fuck happened to you?
- What happened to me?
- What happened to you?
You lost control.
- I lost control?
Look at you, you're fuckin' walkin'
around like John Barrymore.
A pink robe and a fuckin'
cigarette holder? I lost control?
I don't wanna bring this up,
but you been treatin' people
with disrespect, even your wife.
My wife? What does she have
to do with this?
She was upset about a lot of things,
especially that whole fuckin'
Lester Diamond incident.
You're the shoulder to cry on?
Did you her tell about your
little role in that situation?
No, that's not
the fuckin' point.
- The point is, she's upset,
and you've got a problem.
- I would appreciate it...
if you stay out
of my personal life.
- You wouldn't like it
if I did it to you.
- She came to talk to me.
What was I supposed to do?
Throw her out?
- Stay away from her.
It's none of your business.
- It's none of my business?
A week ago it was. Now it's none of my
business. When you need me, you need me.
The way you need me
to vouch for you as a citizen.
I'm gonna have to straighten out
what you did with this guy.
This guy is gonna run
to the F.B.I. now.
Your head's bigger
than your casino.
[Ace Narrating] I knew what
he wanted. Nicky wanted to take over.
He wanted to go after Gaggi,
the skim, everything and everybody.
Plus, he had stopped asking permission
from back home for every little thing.
[Gunshot]
A casino boss and his wife were killed.
The bulls questioned Nicky.
A dealer from the Sirocco.
They questioned Nicky.
A bunch of stool pigeons wound up
in the trunks of their cars.
They questioned Nicky.
A lawyer.
- [Explosions]
- They questioned Nicky.
When some guys that didn't pay
their shylocks began disappearing...
Nicky's name was in every one
of those newspapers.
Nicky was questioned
in two dozen murders,
but they always had to let him go.
There were never any witnesses.
[Nicky Narrating]
The coppers blamed me
for everything that went wrong.
Watch yourself.
You're gonna get runned over, there.
If a guy fuckin' tripped over a
banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
Come on, be nice, huh?
And the bosses were no better.
They complained
because things don't run smooth.
In my line of work,
things don't run so smooth. I'm sorry.
I'm dealin' with degenerate
animals out here.
But the bosses,
what do they give a fuck?
They're sittin' on their asses
drinkin' anisette.
I'm the guy in the trenches.
Fuckin' bosses think it's
a fuckin' free lunch out here.
Frankie, they found
a guy's head in the desert.
You know about that?
- Yeah, I heard. Yeah.
- Yeah.
Everybody's talkin'.
They're makin' a big deal out of it.
It's in all the papers.
What are you gonna do?
And I mean, that's no good.
You gotta tell him to take care
of things a little better.
I'll tell him, Remo.
[Nicky Narrating] Fuckin' bosses;
they're smokin' their Di Nobilis...
and they're eatin' trippa and fuckin'
suffritte, you know, fried pigs' guts.
If I want to talk private,
I gotta go to a bus stop.
- What do they care long as
I keep sendin' money back?
- They're complainin'.
Let 'em complain. I'm the one
who's here. I do all the work.
- Somebody don't like it, fuck 'em.
- It's up to you.
They want a fuckin' war?
I'm ready.
All I gotta do is take care
of five of those guys.
The rest will fall into place.
Peekaboo, you fucks, you.
I see you,
you motherfuckers.
[Ace Narrating]
Nicky was not only bringing
heat on himself, but on me too.
The F.B.I. watched every move he made,
but he didn't care. He just didn't care.
[Nicky Narrating]
If they're gonna watch me,
I'm gonna watch 'em right back.
I spent a few bucks.
Top dollar. Who gives a shit?
I got the latest anti-buggin' equipment
from the same places
that sell to the fuckin' C.I.A.
I had special police frequency radios,
F.B.I. de-scramblers,
cameras that see in the dark.
And because of that,
the miserable sons of bitches
never caught me doin' anything.
[Ace Narrating]
I got my job on the line, and
this guy's havin' the time of his life.
He has every cop in the state
watchin' him, and he's out playin' golf.
And at the worst
possible time for me.
I had my license hearing coming up,
and I didn't want to leave
anything to chance.
I mean, if I can't work in Vegas,
where am I gonna go?
You've been very open with us.
I mean, your books and papers.
That's gonna mean something
when you go before the commission.
- All I ask is a fair hearing.
- This kind of honesty will
guarantee that fair hearing.
- All right, well, we'll move on to...
- [Airplane Engine Sputtering]
- [Engine Sputtering]
- I wanted to hear
the summary about Kansas City.
What the fuck is this?
[Engine Sputtering]
Where's this guy
gonna land, the fairway?
They're fuckin' agents, Frankie.
Look at this.
[Ace Narrating]
The Feds were watching Nicky
play golf for so long...
they ran out of gas.
Just what I needed, right
in front of the Control Board.
A hundred dollars,
whoever hits the plane.
And as if things weren't bad enough,
in comes Piscano,
the Kansas City underboss.
He ran that little grocery store
in Kansas City
where they bought the suitcases.
Fightin' over those suitcases again.
You know what that means, right?
I gotta take another trip to Vegas, and
it's gonna cost me another couple grand.
[Ace Narrating]
He ran it with his brother-in-law...
but mostly what he did was complain
about his trips to Vegas.
You gotta lay down the law, otherwise
they're gonna make a fool out of you.
I write it all down. Every fuckin'
nickel goes down. Receipts...
- Hey, oh, wha...
What's the matter with you?
- Everything's here.
- Since when do you talk like that?
- I'm sorry.
Nance gives me trouble,
I'll tell him I'll take the eyes
out of his frickin' head.
- Again.
- I said, "frickin' head."
- That's enough.
- I'm sorry.
[Ace Narrating] What happens next?
You can't believe it.
Who would believe that the F.B.I.
had a wire in the place...
Iookin' for some information
about some old homicide...
about some guy who was whacked-out
God knows when over God knows what.
What's to prevent him with the suitcases
that he could take what he wants?
Fuckin' Nance takes back two suitcases
from the Tangiers.
What about three or four?
We've got nobody
in the room to watch. That's the law.
We can't even go into the count room
to watch our money.
You believe this bullshit?
Sure, he's got his people in there.
They could all be in on it
together, those fucks.
I'll find out. If it's Green,
I'll bury that bastard.
I never trusted him.
They trust that scumbag. I don't.
- I'll hit the two of them
with a fuckin' shovel.
- Take it easy.
Ma, I'm sorry.
They're beatin' me left and right.
- Ma, I'm sorry. I'm all upset.
- I know, but that's enough.
You know what they're doin'. I can't
take this no more. Back and forth.
- Take it easy. You'll get
a heart attack like that.
- I know. I'm too upset.
[Ace Narrating]
And the damn thing is,
they hear all this stuff...
about Las Vegas
and the casinos and suitcases...
and that's it.
[Piscano Shouting]
Everything's comin' outta my pocket.
I gotta pay.
[Ace Narrating]
Would you believe that
such a thing could happen?
[Piscano]
I'm in this to make money,
not to lose money.
[Ace Narrating]
Every F.B.I. man across the country
had their ears open now.
[Piscano]
If you want something done right
you gotta do it yourself.
[Ace Narrating]
I mean, Piscano, this guy
basically sunk the whole world.
[Piscano's Mother]
There are some that are good
and some that are bad.
Mr. Chairman,
members of the commission...
Mr. Rothstein is pleased
to be here today.
[Ace Narrating]
When the day finally came, I was ready.
I felt so confident that
all I had to do was present my case.
We have documents, one of which is
a report by retired F.B.I. agents...
which completely absolves Mr. Rothstein
from any wrongdoing.
- Counselor, before you continue...
- I want to have this marked...
This commission is prepared
to act on a motion
denying the Rothstein application.
- Denying?
- Do I hear a motion seconded?
Mr. Chairman,
I second the motion.
Do I have a vote
on the motion?
- Aye.
- Aye. Aye.
The ayes have it.
This hearing is adjourned.
- You have to be kidding.
- Adjourned?
What do you mean, "Adjourned"?
Senator, you promised me a hearing. You
didn't even look at the F.B.I. reports.
When you were my guest
at the Tangiers Hotel,
did you not promise me a fair hearing?
- I was never your guest.
- You were never my guest?
I never comped you?
- I don't comp you
at least three times a month?
- I'd like to answer that.
Mr. Rothstein is being very typical
to this point. He's lying.
The only time I was at the Tangiers
was with Barney Greenstein.
- Was I at that dinner?
Tell me, was I at that dinner?
- You were wandering.
- Was I at that dinner? Was I?
- You were wandering.
- You were... in the...
You were in the building.
- I was in the building?
You know I was at that dinner,
and you swore to me I would have
a fair hearing. Did you not?
Did you not? Well, tell me I was at
least at the dinner. Allow me that much.
- Give me that much at least!
- Yes, you were.
Thanks for not calling me a liar,
you son of a bitch. You son of a...
A routine licensing hearing
turned into bedlam yesterday...
when the flamboyant Tangiers Casino
executive, Sam "Ace" Rothstein...
- What are you runnin' for, Bob?
- accused the state's top
gaming officials of corruption.
You promised me when you were
getting comped at my hotel.
You were asking me for copies
of your bill so you could put 'em
on your expense account.
In a wild outburst that followed
his gaming license denial...
- Bullshit! Bullshit!
- Rothstein followed several...
stunned commissioners into the hallway
where he continued his harangue...
until his own lawyers
and friends urged him to leave.
You have a past. I have a past.
My past is no worse than yours.
But you guys think you have
the right to pass judgment!
[Newscaster]
Long suspected of running
the Tangiers without a license...
yesterday's hearing was
to determine whether someone
with Rothstein's history...
was qualified to officially hold
a top gaming post.
[Ace]
Fuckin' hypocrites!
- What the hell's he gonna do now?
- I don't know.
What's he doin'? He knows all those
guys he yelled at are friends of ours.
What's the matter with him,
making all this mess?
Maybe he could run things with another
job title. What are we gonna do?
However he runs things,
it's gotta be quiet.
Let him hide upstairs in the office.
Say he's a janitor.
I don't give a shit.
But, please, whatever job he takes,
make sure it's something quiet.
[R. Strauss,
"Also Sprach Zarathustra"]
[Woman Announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen...
the Tangiers Hotel
proudly presents the all-new...
Sam Rothstein show,
Aces High.
[Disco]
Tonight, taped live
from the all-new Sports Book...
we present the premiere showing
of Aces High...
with the Sasha Semenoff
Orchestra...
and the Sam Rothstein
dancers!
Mr. Rothstein is a professional gambler
and the best football
handicapper in America;
a man who will take you
inside the real Las Vegas
as no one has ever done before.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the new entertainment director
of the Tangiers Hotel Casino...
- Mr. Sam Rothstein.
- [Applause]
Welcome to the Sam Rothstein Show.
We're very happy
to have you here this evening.
The young lady to my left
is Trudy, who is...
a lead new dancer
in our fabulous show from Paris.
- [Applauding]
- Our first guest this evening...
is Frankie Avalon.
- Keep an eye on him.
- [Avalon] I've got a large family.
- How many kids do you have?
- I'm very proud to say
that we have eight children.
- [Applauding]
- [Avalon] No, no, please. Please.
- That's amazing.
- There's nothing to it.
It was my pleasure.
- Ace, don't do it.
- [Rimsky-Korsakov,
"Flight Of The Bumblebee"]
Oh, no, no. Oh, no.
Oh, Jesus.
He's juggling!
[Ace] Let's not take Commissioner
Pat Webb too seriously.
I recently challenged him to a debate
on this program, and he declined.
What are you worried about, Pat?
You don't have to send me any questions.
You can ask me
anything you want.
[Stone] What the hell is he doin'
on television, anyway?
He's on all night,
screamin' about how he's gonna take
his lawsuit to the Supreme Court.
He really must be crazy.
He's gonna go to Washington with this?
He's out
of his fuckin' mind.
It's a pity we have such hypocrisy.
Some people do what they want.
Other people have to pay
through the nose. Such is life.
Andy, go see him. Tell him
maybe it's time he should quit.
[Ace] First of all, what they did
was totally unconstitutional.
We're on the list to be heard before
the Supreme Court of the United States.
This guy don't give a fuck
about the Supreme Court.
They want you to walk away.
Walk away? Andy, you can't be serious.
How can I walk away?
Don't you see what's at stake?
The old man said maybe
your friend should give in.
When the old man says "maybe,"
that's like a papal bull.
Not only should you quit,
you should run.
Every time they mention my name
in the papers, they mention Nicky too.
How the fuck
does that help?
The heat he brought down
is murder.
The police department was cooperative.
He pissed 'em off.
Nobody can make a move anymore.
- What are you proposing?
- I don't know. He doesn't listen to me.
Maybe he should get lost
for awhile. Would that be so bad?
- They ain't sendin' Nicky nowhere.
- If he took a break...
it would give everybody
time to maneuver.
I would forget about the maneuver.
I would just get out.
[Sighs]
I can't do that.
[Ace Narrating]
As soon as Andy got home,
Nicky heard about our talk.
Next morning, bright and early,
I get the call.
Great. You know, I've got to do
some shopping. You want to go?
[Ace Narrating] Getting a call
from Nicky wasn't easy.
Even the codes didn't work.
So we figured out another act.
If a phone's tapped, the Feds can only
listen in on the stuff involving crimes.
So on routine calls, they have
to click off after a few minutes.
[Woman] Yeah, I got
a sprained fuckin' elbow.
- Yeah.
- Meet me at : .
- At Caesar's?
- yards down the road.
- Why?
- Don't ask questions. Just be there.
Suzy Cream Cheese has
the exact same outfit.
[Laughs]
I saw something.
Something very cute.
[F.B.I. Agent] Okay, he's out.
It's the ant. Brown unit.
And he's with the bogey.
I think it's Frankie.
[Ace Narrating]
Nicky started out before me...
because it wasn't that easy
for him to get around.
Nicky couldn't even go
for a ride without changing cars...
at least six times
before he could shake all his tails.
Because of the planes,
he had to use underground garages.
- [Tires Squealing]
- [Slams Door]
- [Slams Door]
- [Slams Door]
[Ace Narrating] Meeting in the middle
of the desert always made me nervous.
It's a scary place.
I knew about the holes
in the desert, of course.
And everywhere I looked,
there could have been a hole.
Normally, my prospects
of comin' back alive...
from a meetin' with Nicky
were out of .
But this time, when I heard him say a
couple of hundred yards down the road...
I gave myself - .
Where the fuck you get off talkin'
to people behind my back,
goin' over my head?
- What people?
- What people? What'd you think,
I wasn't gonna find out?
I don't even know
what you're talkin' about.
You said I'm bringin' heat on you?
I gotta listen to people
because of your shit?
You're orderin' me out? You better get
your own fuckin' army, pal!
I didn't order you or anybody.
I told Andy Stone that you had heat,
and that was a problem.
- You want me to get out
of my own fuckin' town?
- Yeah.
Let the bullshit blow over
so I can run the casino.
Anything goes wrong
with the casino, it's my ass.
It's not yours. It's my ass.
I don't know whether you know
you have your fuckin' casino
because I made that possible!
I'm what counts out here.
Not your fuckin' country clubs
or your fuckin' TV shows!
And what the fuck
are you doin' on TV anyhow?
I get calls from home every day.
They think you went batshit!
I'm only on TV because
I gotta be able to hang around
the casino. You understand.
You could have had
the food-and-beverage job
without goin' on television!
You wanted to go on TV.
Yeah, I wanted to go on TV.
That way I have a forum.
I can fight back.
They know they can't fuck around
with me like they could
if I was an unknown. That's right.
You're makin'
a spectacle of yourself.
Me? I wouldn't even be
in this situation if it wasn't for you.
Every time I meet somebody,
the question is: Do I know you?
- Sure, now you wanna blame
your fuckin' license on me.
- No, Nicky.
When you asked me
if you could come out here...
what did I tell you?
Do you remember?
- Back up a fuckin' minute here.
- Do you remember what I told you?
I asked you? When the fuck did
I ever ask you if I could come out here?
Get this through your head,
you Jew motherfucker, you!
You only exist out here because of me!
That's the only reason!
Without me,
you personally...
Every fuckin' wise guy still around will
take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass!
Then where you gonna go?
You're fuckin' warned.
Don't go over my head again,
you motherfucker, you!
[Door Slams, Tires Squeal]
Crack that whip
- Give the past the slip
- Well, we got company.
Step on a crack
- [Murmuring]
- Break your mama's back
When a problem comes along
you must whip it
Before the preacher
talks too long
- You must whip it
- Did you see that?
Dumb Jew motherfucker. Grew up together,
and he's actin' like he don't know me.
I know we're supposed to avoid each
other, but there's ways to do things.
Fuck him.
- To Abraham Lincoln.
- [Murmuring Agreement]
- Don't let it bother you.
- Does it look like it's botherin' me?
Why do I give a fuck?
That prick. He won't even look over.
What's his fuckin' problem?
- Fuckin' Jews stick together,
don't they?
- They're havin' a good time.
- So are we.
- Whip it good
- [Rings]
- Yeah?
- Sam, we got a problem.
- What is it?
The little guy. Nobody told him
he was eighty-sixed from the joint.
We turned our heads and made out
we didn't know who he was.
He's over at the table
with his nose wide open.
He took money out of his own kick.
His nose is open for about .
- Now he's really pissed.
- Oh, no.
- He wants a marker.
- Just give him ten.
That's it.
I'll be right down.
- He's gonna come up with
the way you want it.
- No, . I said !
Go get it. I don't give a fuck
where you get it. Fuckers.
They take but don't give back.
I ain't got a home
I got a phone
How the fuck can you grin?
How the fuck can you grin?
You know how much I'm stuck?
You give a fuck? Do you?
Give yourself a hand,
right across your fuckin' mouth.
Look at this beaut
they put in now.
Sherbert send you
to rob me now?
Been fuckin' knockin' everybody's dick
all night? Been beating the customers?
Huh, jag-off? Hit me.
Take this stiff and pound it
up your fuckin' ass.
Hit me again.
Take this one and stick it
up your sister's ass. Hit me again.
That's it. Keep lookin' at him.
If you had any heart at all,
you'd be stealin' for a livin'.
Hit me again! What the fuck
you keep lookin' at him for?
You fuckin'... Look at this, fuckin'
paints in a row. Hit me again.
You should pay as fast
as you collect, you know.
- You gotta get outta here.
- Tell this Jew motherfucker
to pay that marker off.
I'm here to help you.
You're gonna bury us both.
- Just give me the money.
Give me the fuckin' money.
- I'm gonna okay you ten.
Then you gotta get out
before the cops are all over you.
Ten and that's it.
What are you starin' at,
you bald-headed Jew prick?
- Come on, come on.
Let's get outta here.
- I'm still gonna get you, fucker.
Get outta here?
I got a marker comin'. Deal.
[Man] Everything's changed now.
You're talking about a divorce.
You're asking for alimony payments
and child support, and now custody.
I just want what any
divorced woman would get.
She's only sober
about two hours a day.
It's usually from : in the morning
'til : in the afternoon.
If I gave her her money and her jewels,
she's gonna piss it all away in a year.
Where would you be then?
Comin' right back to me...
- or findin' some other excuse to come...
- We had a deal.
Remember that?
He said if it didn't work out
between us, I could get my things,
and I could leave.
Look in my eyes.
Look-Look in my eyes.
You know me.
Do you see anything that makes
you think I would ever let...
someone in your condition
take my child away from me?
Do you?
You know that won't happen.
[Ace Narrating]
And after all this time...
and as hard as I tried,
as much as I wanted...
I could never reach her.
I could never make
her love me.
I always felt she should have gone
for all that money...
being somebody
for the first time in her life...
a home, a kid.
That's not what happened.
It didn't work out that way.
- Everything all right?
- [Ace Continues]
I mean, what could we do?
After a while, we'd just take breathers
from each other. Little separations.
At that time, I remember Ginger
took Amy to Beverly Hills.
She was gonna spend
a week shopping.
- Yes, Mr. Rothstein.
- Operator, the Beverly Hotel
in Beverly Hills, please.
- [Operator] Beverly Hotel.
- [Ace] Mrs. Sam Rothstein, please.
Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein
have checked out already.
Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein?
Hey, little Dale Evans.
- Yes, they both checked out.
- Thank you.
[Hangs Up Receiver]
[Phone Ringing]
Hello. Yeah.
My wife is with an old friend
of hers in L.A.
Some lowlife.
A guy named Lester Diamond.
My daughter is with them, and I think
they're gonna try and kidnap her.
- Is there anybody you can send?
- We'll take care of it.
[Doorbell Rings]
We got a number and an address.
- Hello. Is this Lester?
- Hello.
Who's calling?
This is Sam Rothstein. I want to talk
to Ginger. Put her on the phone.
She's not here, Sam.
Listen to me very carefully.
I want to talk to Ginger.
I want my kid back.
I want her put on a plane immediately.
- I know she's there. Don't fuck around.
- Sam, I wouldn't.
- [Lester Snaps Fingers]
- You shouldn't do this.
- [Snapping Fingers]
- [Ace] You understand?
Put her on the fuckin' phone.
Sam, I don't know where she is.
[Lester Stammering] So... listen...
Can I call you back?
- - - .
- Mm-hmm. .
- Okay, I'll call you right back.
- Right away.
- Right back.
- You got it.
Schmuck. All right,
I just bought us a few minutes.
You want to get back
at this prick? Hmm?
- Okay, you got what?
Two million in that box?
- [Snorts]
Hey, you got a minute? He's got
two million in the box, am I right?
You let him
keep your jewels.
We take the cash and the only other
thing he cares about. Huh? Her majesty.
We go to Europe.
You dye your hair.
I don't want to go to Europe.
I want to go to see "The Elephant Man."
We're going to Europe.
Let the adults talk. You dye your hair.
You get plastic surgery
like we talked about.
You're the mother. How much you think
he'll pay to get this kid back?
- I don't want to go to Europe.
- Shut your mouth.
You know where she gets this?
- You shut up.
- [Diamond]
You want me to come over there?
I'll smack your face.
Don't give me your shit!
This has always been a dream,
but now we're going.
- Lester, he called you here.
He called you right here.
- That's who was on the phone.
- I just talked to him.
- So he knows where you are.
That means he's sending some guys
over here, probably right now.
It means he's sitting
by the phone, like a dumbbell...
- waiting for me to call him back.
- He's sitting by the phone
just waiting for you to call.
What do you think we're gonna do?
He's probably got guys
outside the fuckin' house!
- This is fuckin' bullshit!
This is bullshit!
- Get your bag! Let's go!
- Oh, what bullshit? What?
You want to talk it over now?
- Okay, you done yakkin'?
- Go, go! Get in the car!
- Go, go, go.
Just relax.
Nobody's killing anybody.
- [Ginger Babbling]
I think he's gonna kill me.
- Just relax.
Call me back here in exactly an hour
on this phone. I'll see what I can do.
I'm gonna call you back
in an hour at this number...
- and you're gonna be there, right?
- I'll be here.
Listen, don't do anything else crazy,
okay? You all right? Okay.
Bye.
- Just knock it off.
You two knock it off.
- She started it.
- She started the whole thing.
I'm just standing here.
- Get in the car.
You're not gonna drive. Don't even think
you're gonna drive. I'm gonna drive.
- I'm not gonna drive
with some crazy woman.
- You're driving me nuts!
Get on the passenger side! And I'm
sending this kid to Bolivia in a box!
Can we...
[Starts Car, Stereo Blaring]
You can go your own way
[Volume Decreases]
Go your own way
Tell me why
- Everything turned around
- Ginger called me.
- [Continues]
- Yeah.
- I just told you she called me.
- What'd she want?
She was afraid to call you.
- She's with that cocksucker.
They got Amy.
- That's why I'm here.
She wants to come back, but she's
afraid you're gonna whack her out.
- They're gonna kidnap my kid.
What do you want?
- I know.
Why didn't you come to me? I mean,
this is family. It ain't business.
You make calls back home. It makes us
look bad out here. You know what I mean?
Back and forth,
this one and that one.
In the meantime,
she's gone anyway.
- Am I right?
- [Sighs]
What am I going to do
with this woman?
- Driving me fuckin' crazy.
- I think if you, uh...
assure her that she's gonna be
all right, she'll come back.
Driving me fuckin' crazy.
Once you get her here,
you think about it.
Wait 'til you get the kid back.
She wants to come back.
That's the main thing here.
You want your kid, don't you?
Huh?
- [Rings]
- [Ace] Hello.
Hi, it's me. Just who you wanted
to talk to, right?
Listen, I'm not gonna
ask you where you are.
Just, please, put Amy on a plane,
any plane, to get her here right away.
- That's all I'm asking.
- Do you...
I mean, I don't think
she should go by herself.
[Sighs]
What do you mean?
[Crying]
What I mean is...
Do you think if I came back...
Do you think
you could forgive me?
[Sighs]
I gotta tell you, I don't know.
I understand that.
I know I fucked up.
- What about the money? Where's the box?
- I gotta tell ya...
I made some mistakes,
and I spent some money.
- What's it under?
- Pretty serious.
- How serious?
- [Sniffling] It's under .
- It's under ?
- Yeah.
- The rest of the two million
is still there?
- Yeah, I got the rest.
Okay, no big deal.
That's okay.
He got his .
That I'll live with.
Any more, I couldn't.
Okay.
All right, all right. Where are you?
I'll send a plane for you right away.
Hi, Sam.
So what'd you do with it?
With what?
With the money.
He needed some clothes.
for clothes?
He wanted a watch too.
- for clothes and a watch?
- Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
- Good evening, senora. This way.
- Geno.
[Ace Narrating]
The good part was I had Amy back.
So we went home, had the housekeeper
stay over, put the kid to bed.
I calmed myself down,
and we went to dinner.
I tried to keep things
nice and civil...
but, hey,
for three suits?
That doesn't
make much sense.
First of all, he's not gonna wear
thousand-dollar suits.
Let's say he did,
which he won't.
How you gonna get fitted
for suits in three days?
- I'm confessin'
- I mean, how could you
get fitted that fast?
I can't get fitted that fast,
and I pay twice as much.
- I bought him a watch too.
- Yeah.
But even if you bought him a really nice
watch, one that he thought was nice...
He doesn't know
what the fuck a good watch is.
- Say you go five, ten, twelve grand...
- Yeah.
at the most,
which is impossible, for him.
Plus, at the most, three suits,
apiece. That still leaves what?
- Around ?
- Would you knock it off, Sam?
- I'm just trying to figure it out.
- There's nothing to figure out.
I'm home.
We're working it out.
I've been told before,
"We're working it out."
You think
that you're home...
after what you just put me
through with Amy, is a favor to me?
So, counting the watch,
let's say another ...
for expenses over the weekend...
of which you must have
had a good time.
I know he did.
That's for sure.
I know that fuckin' piece
of shit had a good fuckin' time.
On my money.
You might as well have fucked him,
which you probably did anyway.
You're lookin' at me
a certain way.
You're teary-eyed, huh?
You're upset. You're
a good actress, you know that?
Good fuckin' actress.
You can fuckin' get
that pity out of people.
I'm not a john.
You understand?
You always thought I was,
but I'm not. And I'm not a sucker.
That fuckin' pimp cocksucker.
He's lucky I didn't
kill him last time.
Lucky he's fuckin' livin'.
If you would have stayed with Amy...
and you would have ran away,
he would have been fuckin' dead.
Both of you. Dead. Dead.
Dreamin' dreams of you
Little babe
[Ginger Whispering] No,
it isn't right. It isn't fair.
[Indistinct Whispering
Continues]
Yes.
He doesn't come home at night.
What is the big fuckin' deal?
I go... Listen, I just
can't fuckin' take it.
Why should I fuckin' take it?
That wasn't the deal.
He acts like I'm the only one
around here with a fuckin' past.
He'll never let me
live it down.
Well, yes, I have tried.
Of course I've tried.
What the fuck do you think
I came back here for?
No, I'm not.
I want to have him killed.
Yes, I want him killed.
I've fuckin' had it.
So are you with me on this?
You want to get rid of me?
Here I am.
Go ahead.
Get rid of me.
- Hello.
- [Gasping] Yes, I do!
I fuckin' hate you!
I can't take it anymore!
- Yes, I want to kill you!
I hate your fuckin' guts!
- You hate my guts?
- I'm sick of being with you!
- I want you to come with me now!
- Come with me now. Come with me now.
- [Gasping]
- [Screams]
- I want you out.
I want you out of here.
- [Continues Screaming]
- I want you out of here!
I want you out of here!
Take your fuckin' bag
and get out of here!
I'll go, but I want
my money right now!
- You'll get your money! Don't worry.
- The arrangement is over.
- No kidding!
- And I still get my money.
I need some cash right now!
You can't just put me in the street!
You haven't been straight
with me ever since I met you!
You never even loved me
in the first place!
I need eyes in the back
of my head with you, you fuckin' bitch!
How could I love you?
You treat me like I'm your fucking dog!
- You're lower than a dog!
- [Ginger] Fuck you!
Here! Here!
Is this enough money?
Will it last you
two fuckin' days? Take it!
- Greedy bitch. Take the fuckin' money.
- I'm going to the bank...
- and I'm getting my jewelry too!
- It opens at : a.m.
Don't send your guys down there
to stop me! I mean it!
I guarantee you,
I will not stop you.
You're not getting rid of me
with one fucking suitcase!
Come back tomorrow and get the rest.
Just get out of here. Fine!
- I'm taking Amy.
- You're not taking Amy.
I am.
I'm waking her up right now.
You're stoned. You're a junkie.
Get out of here.
- I am not! She's my daughter too!
- Get out of here!
Send my lawyers a letter,
god-fuckin'-damn you!
You're not getting away with this!
You're not gonna cheat me out of my end!
Fucker!
[Revs Engine]
[Tires Screeching]
[Car Approaching]
[Car Door Closes]
[Door Opens, Closes]
[Ace Narrating] The funny thing was,
after all that, I didn't want her to go.
She was the mother of my kid.
I loved her.
And later, I realized I didn't want
to give her the money...
because if I did,
I knew I'd never see her again.
- Oh. Have a good day at school, okay?
- Okay.
Okay, angel.
[Clears Throat]
From now on, I have to know
where you and Amy are at all times.
Here's a beeper.
I want you
to keep it on you.
It's very light.
So I can call you
whenever I have to.
Okay?
[Nicky] What are you supposed to do?
What do you want to do?
You want to stay the way you are?
You can't do that.
Listen, two people don't get along,
at some point you gotta call it.
It's none of my business,
but I think that's what you gotta do.
You're right.
I know.
- I was just...
- What? What?
- Nothing.
- What were you gonna say?
- I don't...
- Tell me what you were gonna say.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I was thinking maybe
you know somebody at the bank...
who could help me
get my jewelry out?
There's a lot
of money in there.
I'd be willing to take care
of anybody who helped me out.
- Let me think about that.
- Okay.
Let me see who I got. Gotta get
somebody I can trust, you know?
- You know he's never gonna
give me my jewelry.
- Hmm.
He holds that key so tight,
he's probably got it stuck up his ass.
[Laughing]
You're right. That's Sammy.
And he's probably
got it there too.
[Laughs]
He's so fuckin' lucky.
I could have buried him.
I could have gone to Europe
and taken the baby.
- Then he'd have tracked me down,
and he'd have killed me.
- No, he wouldn't.
- I would have.
- [Laughs]
- He'd have been right too. Seriously.
- Come on.
- You don't take a guy's kid
and then take off.
- I didn't.
I mean, I did, but then I did exactly
what you told me to do, and I came back.
- You did. You're right.
You did. I like that.
- Exactly what you said.
- That's what I like about you.
You did the right thing.
- I did what you told me.
- Yes, you did.
- Because you always tell me
the right thing to do.
Yeah.
And now that it's all over
He really fucked himself up
out here, didn't he?
- He sure did.
- Everything went to his head.
- [Sighs] Changed.
- Changed.
- He did. He ain't the same person.
- No, he's not.
- He really thinks who the fuck he is.
- Exactly.
He hates me.
[Crying]
He hates my fuckin' guts.
Come on, come on.
You're a toughie. You can take this.
- Don't cry.
- I'm not as tough as you think I am.
Yes, you are.
I'm not, and he scares
the shit out of me.
- I never know what he's gonna do.
- Come on.
- Don't be scared.
- I need some help. I do.
I need some help.
You gotta help me.
I need a new sponsor, Nicky.
I do.
I need a new sponsor.
- Is that what you want?
- Yeah.
- A sponsor?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Don't worry about it.
Nobody will fuck
with you anymore.
- I'll take care of you. Yes, I will.
- Take care of me.
- It's what you want, isn't it?
- Thank you. Yeah.
- Yeah. Uh-huh.
- It's what you want?
Yes, it came from your pen,
dear but not from your heart
- [Camera Shutter Clicking]
- The third king
The joke of the deck
You ended your letter enclosed
"Please sign my check"
- That's Ace's wife.
- Why, you fool
- You poor, sad, worthless
foolish fool
- Fantastic.
If you think that money can pay
for the hard years I've suffered
'Til things broke your way
- This is great for the boss.
- I'm answering your last letter
that says we must part
I'm tearing up the pieces
the way you tore up my heart
I smile when you kiss me
and I thrill at your touch
My only sin was
I loved you much too much
Win a little
- [Car Approaching]
- Lose a little
[Car Door Slams,
Front Door Slams]
- Hi.
- Hi.
- You didn't answer your beeper.
- I threw it away.
You threw it away?
I tried to do this thing. I know that
you want me to, but it's just...
I'm driving down the freeway
and the fuckin' thing's
beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!
I'm in a restaurant,
it's embarrassing.
I don't want to do it anymore.
Where's Amy?
- I put her to bed.
- Oh.
I got your cigarettes.
Oscar wants you to call him.
- So who'd you go to lunch with?
- Jennifer.
- Where'd you go?
- To the Riviera.
What'd you have?
- I had a salad.
- What did Jennifer have?
She had the same.
Okay.
I want you
to call Jennifer...
and I want you to tell her
to tell you what you had for lunch.
I'm gonna listen in
on the other line.
- Why do you want to do that?
- You know why.
- Just do it.
- Fine.
I just need to get
the bowl for my thing.
[Line Rings]
[Hangs Up]
The line's busy.
There's nobody there.
[Dialing]
[Line Ringing]
- Hello.
- Hello, Jennifer. It's Sam.
All right.
I didn't have lunch with Jennifer.
- [Hangs Up Receiver]
- Okay.
Who were you with?
I was with somebody.
I know you were with somebody.
Who was it?
I just hope it's not someone
who I think it might be.
[Sighs]
I just hope it's not that.
[Ace Narrating]
I knew she fucked around.
She did what she did,
and I did what I had to do...
but, Jesus, Nicky was the worst thing
she could have done.
What if he won't stop?
[Ace Narrating]
It could get us both killed.
I can back him off.
[Ace Narrating] She was
very convincing when she wanted to be.
And this is how
she backed him off.
[Panting]
Hey, Ginger.
Don't forget,
if you're challenged...
if he asks anything,
deny everything.
You understand? I don't want him
bringing beefs back home.
That could really cause
a serious problem.
Got to be careful.
He's not dumb, you know?
You hear what I'm saying, right?
I know. You don't have
to tell me that.
What? Do you think I'm stupid?
Do I think you're stupid? No.
I think you're beautiful.
But I gotta go.
[Ace Narrating]
By this time, Nicky had things
so fucked up on the streets...
that every time Marino went back home,
the packages got smaller and smaller.
It got to the point,
when he walked into the place...
he didn't know whether he was
going to be kissed or killed.
[Gaggi] Frankie,
I want to ask you something.
It's private.
But I want you
to tell me the truth.
Of course, Remo.
I want you to tell me
the truth, mind you.
I always tell you
the truth, Remo.
Frankie... the little guy...
he wouldn't be fucking
the Jew's wife, would he?
Because if he is,
it's a problem.
[Frankie Narrating]
What could I say?
I knew if I gave
the wrong answer...
Nicky, Ginger, Ace, all of them
could have wound up gettin' killed.
Because there's one thing
about these old-timers.
They don't like any fucking around
with the other guys' wives.
It's bad for business.
So I lied, even though I knew
that by lying to Gaggi...
I could wind up
gettin' killed too.
- No, I ain't seen anything like that.
- Are you sure?
I'm positive.
Remo, things are very
fucked up down there.
I know.
That's why I'm asking.
- You see, my main concern is Nicky.
- Mm-hmm.
I want to know if he's
doing all right, if he's okay.
- He's good. He's fine.
- I'm asking you to keep
an eye on Nicky.
- Do it for me.
- No problem.
I wouldn't want to be jeopardizing
anything for our friends. Understand?
- I understand.
- Okay.
Frankie, you're a good boy.
Thanks, Remo.
[Ace Narrating]
By now, Nicky and his crew
had already hit rock bottom.
Vegas really got to him.
The booze, the coke, the broads.
I mean, he got sloppy.
He just wasn't
the same Nicky anymore.
- You must have drank too much.
- Go fuck yourself.
[Ace Continues] One night he had
to belt a guy three times...
before the guy
finally went down.
In the old days, Nicky would have
decked him with one shot.
You add this into the mix...
Maybe just Vegas got to all of us.
His crew followed him
right over the edge.
They were all tuned up
half the time on coke.
They started doing stupid things.
The worst was Blue.
- Hey, what do you guys want?
- Police! Stay in the car!
[Ace Narrating] He never knew
when to keep his mouth shut.
- [Police] Drop the gun!
- Fuck you!
[Ace Continues]
The cops shot Blue...
- because they thought
his hero sandwich was a gun.
- [Gunshots]
- They could have been right,
but who knows?
- Jesus Christ!
What gun? He's got
a fuckin' hero sandwich here.
- What do you want? It's pitch black.
- Pitch black!
- It's tinfoil. It looked like a gun!
- You fuckin' moron!
- I'll be fillin' out paperwork
for the next two months!
- What are we gonna do?
- I'm sorry!
- You jerk-off!
[Ace Narrating] To get even,
Nicky's crew got stoned one night...
and they started shooting up
the cops' houses.
It got to the point where they couldn't
talk in the Gold Rush anymore...
because the Feds
put a wire in the wall.
Even when they talked outside,
they had to cover their mouths...
- Shit, he's covering up again.
- because the Feds
brought in lip readers.
Nicky found out from a teller
who owed him money.
He asked me again
about you and the Jew's wife.
Walk, walk, walk.
What'd you say?
He asked me again about you
and the Jew's wife.
Yeah?
What'd you tell him?
I told him
I didn't know nothin'.
Jiggs and Tony Gorilla said
if you did anything, you're fucked up.
You think he's going home
making a beef behind my back?
Nah, you would have
heard something.
- What's to stop him?
- I know, I know.
I don't trust him anymore,
but they'd never okay anything.
Yeah, but they keep
asking about it.
Sure they're asking.
They earn with the prick.
I got a funny feeling he's gonna start
a fuckin' war or something.
I'm not sure yet,
but you know what I want you to do?
Who's this guy?
Who's this guy?
That ain't nobody.
You know what
I want you to do?
Get a couple of guys to dig
a hole in the desert,
then let them show you where it's at.
- Angelo and Buster.
- Yeah, but I'm not sure yet.
- They'll do it.
- When I'm ready, I'll say the word.
- Go see the Jew,
and you make it disappear.
- Yeah.
Just let me know.
But you got to be ready.
You know what
I'm talkin' about?
Did I say
to do anything yet?
I said I'm not sure. I'll let
you know. I want to think about it.
Where are these pricks at?
Dominick said they're in the motel?
- There or in the fuckin' bank.
I don't know.
- Roll over the Jew.
- Hey, hey, hey That's what I say
- [Line Ringing]
I can't get no
- Satisfaction
- [Continues Ringing]
I can't get me no
- I can't get no
- [Phone Rings]
- And I try and I try
And I try, try, try, try
- [Ringing Continues]
I can't get no
I can't get me no
- When I'm watchin' my TV
- Be right back. I'll be right back.
- And a man comes on to tell me
- Rudy.
Any calls for me, just give them
to Mr. Sherbert. I'll be right back.
- Sure, Mr. Rothstein.
- I'm going home for a few seconds.
Same cigarettes as me
- I can't get no No, no, no
- [Dialing]
Hey, hey, hey
- That's what I say
- He's on his way home.
- Oh... okay.
- And I'm doing this
And I'm trying that
And I'm trying
to make some dough
Baby, baby, baby
baby, baby, baby
- Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
baby, baby, baby, baby
- Hello?
- Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
baby, baby, baby, baby
- Hello? Ginger?
- [Amy] Help, Daddy!
- Amy!
- Amy, open the door!
- I can't! I'm tied!
[Screaming]
- Dad!
- What happened?
- Who did this to you?
- Mommy.
I'm gonna get a knife
and cut you loose, honey.
- No, please, please!
- Okay, Papa will be right back.
- When did this happen, honey?
- I don't know.
What time did your mother
do this? When did she leave?
I don't know.
- [Sighs]
- [Moaning]
[Phone Ringing]
- Hello?
- Sammy.
- Yeah. Who's this? Nick?
- Me.
- Yeah. You okay?
- No, I'm not okay.
- How'd you know I was here?
- I just wanted to talk to you.
Ginger's missing. She tied Amy up
and locked her in her room.
I gotta find her.
I don't know where she is.
Well, listen, Ginger's here
at the Leaning Tower with me.
She's there with you?
She's there with you?
- Yeah, she's here.
- I'll be right over.
[Slams Down Receiver]
Uh, all right.
[Hangs Up Receiver]
- Comin' over. Great.
- [Sighs]
Ace, listen,
don't make a scene, all right?
- I want to just talk
to that Irish bitch.
- She didn't know who to turn to.
She didn't know where to turn.
She's trying to save your marriage.
- Nicky, I want to talk
to that fuckin' bitch.
- Hey.
Be fuckin' nice. Calm.
Be nice.
Don't fuck up in here.
I'll throw off my sorrow
Hi, Sam. [Whispering]
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You tie up our kid and lock the
fucking door? Are you out of your mind?
That's our child.
Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
It was just for a little while,
Sam. The baby-sitter wasn't there.
I ought to fuckin' have you committed.
You fuckin' do that again, I'll...
- I was just gonna be out
for a little while.
- I should have...
- She was asleep.
I was gonna be right back...
- Listen.
- before she even woke up.
- Listen, you fuckin' cunt.
Listen to me.
- Fuck you. I was gonna be back...
- Let me tell you something.
- before she woke up.
- Listen to me. Listen carefully.
You ever touch her again, you ever
do anything like that again...
I'll fuckin' kill ya,
pure and simple.
You hear me?
Pure and fuckin' simple.
- Why don't you just let me go, Sam?
- I'll fuckin' kill you.
- You fuckin' whore.
- I'll sign anything
you want me to sign.
I just want the key to my jewelry,
and I want you to let me go.
- You want your jewelry?
- I want you to let me go.
And let you disgrace me,
you fuckin' pig?
Let you disgrace me?
Get up and be a mother.
Get in the car and go
to the house right now.
Get up and get in the...
Get... Get up. Get up!
- Get up. Get up.
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- I wouldn't do that...
- Get up!
- I wouldn't do that...
- Get the fuck...
Are you threatening me?
I'll fuckin' kill you
in this place. Get up and go home.
- I'm going! I'm going!
- You...
- Now you need approval
from him to go home?
- So what?
So who fuckin' blew you
in the parking lot before you came in?
- Huh?
- You make me sick, you fuckin'...
- Once a fuckin' hooker,
always a hooker.
- Oh, fuck you!
- Fuck you, Sam Rothstein! Fuck you!
- I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no
satisfaction
I can't get no
satisfaction
- I can't get me no satisfaction
- Yeah, Billy Sherbert, please.
- Who's this?
- Billy, listen, I'll explain later.
- You got a gun at home?
Bring it over right away.
- Yeah.
- Take it easy. I'll do it.
- Okay.
No-no-no-no-no
satisfaction
- No-no-no-no, I can't
get me no satisfaction
- Leave it where it is!
I can't get no
satisfaction
Where is he? Goddamn it,
I want that Jew bastard killed!
Calm down. Shh.
Hide her car in the back.
There's no reason to hide my car!
He already knows!
What did I tell you? Supposin' he goes
back home and makes a fuckin' beef?
- I gotta know exactly what you said.
Tell me what you said.
- Me? I said nothing.
I said, "No, no, no." Everything
he said, I just kept saying no.
I told you this was
fuckin' dangerous.
I said, "Ginger, this is a dangerous
situation. Be very careful."
If it's so fucking dangerous,
then why don't you kill him?
I'm not gonna kill him.
Shut the fuck up.
- Have him killed, and get it over with!
- Don't be such a smart ass!
I know the guy years,
I'm gonna fuckin' whack him for you?
Motherfucker.
- I knew this. I knew it.
- What about my money?
How the fuck am I gonna
get your money now?
You think he's gonna give you
fuckin' money? Are you out of your mind?
- Look what you did to this fuckin' guy?
- What?
If you would have just
kept your fuckin' mouth shut.
What the fuck is the use! I should've
never got involved... [Screams]
- Hey! Hey! You motherfucker, you!
- [Screaming]
Ow! You fuck! You fucker!
Get out! Get the fuck out!
- Get out! Get the fuck out!
- [Crying, Screaming]
- No! No!
- Get down there! Take it easy!
I should never have gotten involved
with this fucking nut!
You'll fuckin' kill her.
Take it easy.
- Get her out of here.
Get her out of here.
- [Crying]
- [Continues Crying]
- Let's go. Let's go.
[Sobbing]
I don't need you!
I'll get my own fucking money!
- [Nicky] All right.
- I'm going to the F.B.I.!
I'm not scared anymore!
- All right. Be careful.
- You've fucked
with me for the last time!
- [Car Engine Starts, Revs]
- Okay. Yeah.
- [Tires Squeal]
- Be careful. Come on. Get inside.
- Can you believe that?
- Look at this motherfucker.
- Whew.
- [Sighs]
I fucked up, Frankie.
I fucked up good this time.
I should never have started
with this fuckin' broad.
Take it easy.
What could you do?
I mean, she threw herself
at you, right?
I'm in a bad fuckin' spot here.
You know that?
A bad fuckin' spot.
[Sighs]
[Door Closes]
[Ace Narrating] I'd already left
the kid with neighbors...
and I had about a million
in cash and jewels...
that I gave to Sherbert
to lock up in the hotel.
Put it in the hotel safe,
then I want you to come right back.
[Car Approaching]
[Tires Squealing]
[Car Stops, Backs Up]
- She's alone.
Take the gun and go into Amy's...
- [Ginger Yelling, Ramming Car]
- Wait there for me.
- [Ginger Screaming]
Get out here and talk to me!
You fuckin' ignore me,
you motherfucker!
I mean it!
Come down here right now!
Get down here
and talk to me, goddamn it!
Fuck you!
Goddamn you, come out here!
I'm going to drive your fucking
car through the living room!
You fucking coward!
You motherfucker!
- Come out here and talk to me,
you fucker!
- Will you stop it?
- You're drunk. You're on drugs.
- [Ginger] I am not!
- You're going to be sorry
if you don't stop it.
- Don't you threaten me!
[Panting] You are not
threatening me anymore!
You fuck! You fuck!
I'm sick of you!
I am fucking Nicky Santoro!
I am! He's my new sponsor!
- [Siren Blares]
- How about that, you fuckhead!
What are you looking at?
Fuck off!
Hey. Go back inside!
This is none of your business!
I don't have to take your shit
all the time anymore!
I'm going to the F.B.I.!
I will go to the police!
- I am not protecting
you anymore, you fuck!
- Mrs. Rothstein... Shh.
- [Ginger] He won't let me inside!
- [Shutter Clicking Quickly]
Mr. Rothstein, I'm sorry. We've been
getting some complaints about the noise.
- I'm trying to get in my house.
He won't let me in.
- I understand.
I won't let her in. I'm sorry,
Randy, I'm not gonna let her in.
- I'm not gonna let her
in the way she's behaving.
- Not gonna let me in?
- Who knows what you're
gonna do in there.
- What am I gonna do?
I've been in the same
clothes for two days!
- I want to get a few
of my things! Big deal!
- Okay.
How about if we just let her
in the house to get a few things?
- This is half her house anyway.
- I'm afraid to let her in the house.
- [Ginger]
You aren't afraid, you fucker!
- I'm afraid she'll destroy stuff.
- Let me in the house!
[Kicking Plants]
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Fucker! Fucker!
- [Officers]
Hold on! Hey! Please!
[Ginger] You ought to be afraid,
the way you fuckin' treat me!
- [Officers] lt'll make it easier...
- If we let her get her things...
- we'll be out of your hair.
- If she calms down,
I will let her in the house...
- [Ginger] I am calm!
- If she calms down...
I will let her in the house
for five minutes...
if you gentlemen will escort her out
if she happens to not want to leave.
- Can I go in? Can I go in?
- That's not a problem.
- Jeff, would you go in with her?
- Yes. Yes. Fine! Fuck you!
[Shutter Clicking Quickly]
You wouldn't believe how mean
he's been to me. He's locked up
most of my important stuff.
You wouldn't believe how mean
he's been to me. He's locked up
most of my important stuff.
All my papers and things...
I have to get them.
So don't let him come up here.
I know they're in here
in the desk... Fuck.
Just pay attention.
He could come up here at anytime.
Are you watching for him?
Got 'em.
I don't want her in there
more than a few more minutes.
No, it'll just be a couple...
We got other things to do too.
I'll hurry her up.
- How's everything else besides this?
- Fine. Fine.
- How's your family?
- Not bad. In fact,
my wife's pregnant again.
- Oh, good. Congratulations.
- Thanks. Yeah.
We're kind of happy
about that.
I just have to get this one more
thing and then we can go.
[Softly] Shit! Fuck!
Shit! God!
Oh, that pisses me off!
Don't worry about it.
[Footsteps Approaching]
And it would be great...
if you guys could just
follow me out of here...
because he's been
threatening me!
Take care. Thank you.
[Crying]
I can't believe this.
I just need to pick up a little cash
inside. Could you come with me?
[Shutter Clicking Quickly]
- Clark, you've got to stop her.
You've got to stop her.
- I'm sorry, Sam.
- What can I do?
- She's a fuckin' junkie.
She's out of her fucking mind!
She has the keys.
It's still in both your names.
- Oh!
- [Clark] There's nothing
I can do. I'd like to help...
- but I can't.
- Legally, she can't take that stuff.
Legally, she can't take that stuff.
Half of everything is mine.
Ace, listen to me.
- There's nothing I can do.
- Half... I'm coming down.
[Softly]
Shit! Goddamn it!
Um, I'm gonna need a bag. If you could
just ask the guy for the big bag.
- Go get a bag, man.
- Here, here.
- Lady, I can't take it.
- No, you can, you can.
You've been so nice to me.
- Yes, just hold the top open.
All right? And I can...
- [Shutter Clicks]
- [Car Approaching, Metal Scraping]
- [Gasps]
Oh, God, it's him.
You have to stop him.
He said he was gonna kill me.
You should just stop him.
Mr. Roth... Mr. Roth...
Mr. Rothstein, wait a minute.
- Hold on a second. Hey.
- [Engine Starts]
- [Ace] She's driving away.
- [Officers]
There's nothing we can do.
- There's nothing we can do.
- Look, look, look.
You can't stop her for speeding?
Look what she's doing.
- There's nothing we can do.
She had the keys.
- She's on the account.
- Let's pull her over
at that Citgo station.
- Okay. Let's do it.
[Siren Wailing]
- We're placing you under arrest for...
- For what?
- We're placing you under arrest
for aiding and abetting...
- For what?
- We're placing you under arrest
for aiding and abetting...
- But I'm just trying to leave.
[Ace Narrating] After all
the threats and all the bullshit...
it turned out Ginger
didn't tell them anything.
- But, by then, the Feds
didn't need her anyway.
- But it was mine.
- They had all the pieces they needed.
- But I didn't do anything.
- Everybody began to tumble,
one after the other, like dominoes.
- F.B.I.! We have a warrant!
Between Piscano
complaining on the wire...
between Nicky, Ginger,
me and my license...
- Paradise. We managed
to really fuck it all up.
- [Doorbell Rings]
- Mom.
- Yeah, someone's
at the fuckin' door now.
F.B.I. We have
a federal search warrant.
[Nicky Narrating]
I got wind of the pinches
coming down, so I took off.
Who needs to hang around
for that bullshit?
- My name is Mark Casper.
Special Agent F.B.I.
- Yeah?
- Can I make a fuckin' phone call?
- Hey, hold it a minute.
You can make a phone call, but you
don't have to talk to us like that.
[Agent] Everybody,
out of the room. Over to the alarm.
- [Nicky Narrating]
They got almost everybody else.
- [Agent] This area is seized!
- Get the master account list.
- I want all those papers seized
regardless of what they are.
[Men Chattering]
Put every box on the table.
Ah, yes. Here we are.
Little craps figures. [Chuckling]
[Ace Narrating]
Green? Don't even ask.
- $ of yours.
- No, he didn't.
That's why it wasn't valid.
I was being extorted. I'm willing
to tell you whatever you want to know.
- I've got nothing to hide here.
- [Nicky Narrating] Now for the best.
I couldn't believe this shit.
Piscano's expense reports took the cake.
- Oh, this is good. Bingo.
- He might as well have given them
a fuckin' blueprint.
Everybody's names, addresses,
dates, everything.
Look at this. Thank you so much,
Mr. Piscano. How considerate of you.
- Those are my mother's books.
- You're under arrest.
- [Nicky Narrating]
What a fuckin' balloon-head.
- What are you guys doing?
- Take it easy.
- [Groans] Wait!
- Wait a minute! He's sick! Oh, God!
- Move back.
- I think it's his heart!
Oh, God! Is he breathing?
- C.P.R. now!
[Ace Narrating]
Poor Artie. He got so upset,
he had a heart attack...
and dropped dead right
in front of his wife.
- Calm down!
- Artie! No, I won't calm down!
- He's my husband! Artie! Artie!
- We can't help him if...
[Ace Narrating]
And at the end of the day...
they finally came to see me
with the pictures.
Why protect a friend
who betrayed you like that?
[Ace Narrating]
But I didn't want to look at them.
I didn't want to look at the guys
who brought them either.
["House of the Rising Sun"]
Your Honor, as you can see,
my clients are elderly and infirm.
Any incarceration could
pose a serious health risk.
[Nicky Narrating]
When the bosses were arrested,
some of them were so old...
they needed doctors
at their arraignment.
[Lawyer] Pre-trial Services recommends
that bail remain as presently set.
- We're going to take a recess.
- [Nicky Narrating] When it looked
like they could get...
years to life in prison
just for skimmin' a casino...
sick or no fuckin' sick, you knew
people were going to get clipped.
So, the day of the arraignment,
they had this meeting right
in the back of the courthouse.
See, when something like this happens,
you know how things are gonna work out.
It's always better with no witnesses.
So what about Andy?
He won't talk.
Stone is a good kid.
Stand-up guy
just like his old man.
That's the way I see it.
I agree. He's solid.
He's a fuckin' Marine.
He's okay. He always was.
Remo, what do you think?
Look... why take a chance?
At least, that's the way
I feel about it.
Call Artie. Tell him,
I don't care what...
- he's got to be in my office
Thursday morning before : .
- It's done.
It's terribly important. I gotta have
a conversation with that guy...
[Firing Gun]
[Nicky Narrating]
As much as they liked him,
I mean, he wasn't one of us.
He wasn't Italian. As far as they knew,
he could have talked.
Otherwise,
Stoney might still be alive.
The first one to skip
was John Nance.
He found a nice, warm,
secluded place in Costa Rica.
- He thought nobody
would find him there.
- [Gunshots]
[Breaks Glass]
[Gunshots,
Furniture Crashing]
[Nicky Narrating]
But then his kid got nabbed
by the Feds for drugs.
So, naturally,
the bosses were afraid
he'd come out of hiding...
just to save his kid
and give them all up.
So...
Where you goin', jag-off?
[Nicky Narrating] But, anyway,
they all had to follow.
- Everybody went down.
- [Groans]
Fuck you.
[Nicky Narrating]
Before you knew it...
anybody who knew anything
wound up gettin' whacked.
- [Fires Gun]
- [Groaning]
[Woman]
Oh, no! No! No!
["House Of The Rising Sun"
Continues]
[Ace Narrating]
After Ginger took off,
she wasn't much help to anybody.
She found some pimps, lowlifes,
druggies and bikers in L.A.
In a few months, they went through
all the money and all the jewels.
[Groaning]
[Gasps]
[Ace Narrating]
After they found her body...
I had a private doctor
do another autopsy.
He said they gave her
a hot dose.
In the end, all she had left was
in mint condition coins.
No matter what the Feds or the papers
might have said about my car bombing...
it was amateur night,
you could tell.
Whoever it was, they put
the dynamite under the passenger side.
But what they didn't know,
what nobody outside the factory knew...
was that that model car was made with
a metal plate under the driver's seat.
It's the only thing
that saved my life.
The bombing was never authorized,
but I suspect I know who lit the fuse.
- [Man] Hey, Nicky.
- [Ace Narrating]
And so did the powers that be.
- How are you?
- How you doin'?
[Nicky Narrating] It took months
for everything to calm down.
But, finally,
my guys got out on bail...
and the bosses wanted me to send
my brother Dominick out to Vegas.
Always the dollars.
Always the fuckin' dollars.
I mean, it was still way too hot
for me to even go near Vegas.
So I set up a meeting
with the guys way out in the sticks.
I didn't want my brother to get fucked
around. I mean, what's right is right.
- They don't give a fuck about...
- [Groans]
Holy fuckin'!
What the fuck...
Come on, motherfucker!
- [Yelling]
- Tough guys!
You and your fuckin' brother!
- [Nicky Gagging]
- You fuckin' scumbags!
No more!
- Frankie!
- No more!
You see? Watch!
[Men Shouting]
- Frankie! Frankie! You piece of shit!
- Fuck you, you motherfucker!
[Nicky] Fuckin' punk,
motherfucker! Piece of shit!
[Men Shouting]
No, no, no, no!
Take this motherfucker out!
[Men Continue Clubbing,
Dominick Moaning]
Frankie, leave the kid alone.
He's still breathing.
He's still breathing.
Leave him alone. Frankie.
[Frankie Continues Clubbing]
All right. Strip him.
[Nicky Crying] No balls.
You got no fuckin' balls.
Ah, Dominick. Ah, Dom.
[Crying]
[Nicky]
Dominick. Dominick.
[Sobbing] Dominick.
Oh, Dominick.
[Frankie]
Come on, come on.
- Bury them?
- Bury them.
- [Gasping]
- [Ace Narrating] The word was out.
The bosses had enough of Nicky.
They had enough.
How much were they gonna take? So they
made an example of him and his brother.
- [Gasping]
- They buried them
while they were still breathing.
Mister, you all right?
Watch out!
- Mister, you all right?
- Yeah.
[Ace Narrating]
They had other ideas for me.
[Sirens Blaring,
Firemen Chattering]
[Chatter Continues]
[Fireman]
We need some help over here!
- [Groans]
- You sure are lucky, mister.
[Choir Singing]
[Choir Continues]
[Ace Narrating]
The town will never be the same.
After the Tangiers,
the big corporations took it all over.
Today it looks like Disneyland.
[Choir Continues]
[Ace Narrating] And while the kids
play cardboard pirates...
Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments
and Junior's college money...
on the poker slots.
In the old days, dealers knew your name,
what you drank, what you played.
Today, it's like checkin'
into an airport.
And if you order room service,
you're lucky if you get it by Thursday.
Today it's all gone.
You got a whale show up
with four million in a suitcase...
and some -year-old hotel school kid is
gonna want his social security number.
After the Teamsters
got knocked out of the box...
the corporations tore down practically
every one of the old casinos.
And where did the money come
from to rebuild the Pyramids?
Junk bonds.
Still not sure?
- [Bell Ringing]
- Probable. Maybe questionable.
Let me know as soon
as you can find out.
[Ace Narrating]
But in the end, I wound up
right back where I started.
I could still pick winners...
and I could still make money
for all kinds of people back home.
And why mess up a good thing?
And that's that.
[Man]
Sometimes I wonder why
I spend the lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody
haunts my memory
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
Ah, but that was long ago
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
Beside a garden wall
When stars were bright
And you were in my arms
The nightingale
told his fairy tale
Of paradise
Where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart
It will remain
My stardust melody
The memory
Of love's refrain
Special help by SergeiK
"actually what the fuck.Bee Movie
By Jerry Seinfeld
NARRATOR:
(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
According to all known laws
of aviation,
:
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
:
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
:
The bee, of course, flies anyway
:
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
BARRY BENSON:
(Barry is picking out a shirt)
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
:
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
JANET BENSON:
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
BARRY:
Coming!
:
Hang on a second.
(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
:
Hello?
ADAM FLAYMAN:
(Through phone)
- Barry?
BARRY:
- Adam?
ADAM:
- Can you believe this is happening?
BARRY:
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
(Barry flies down the stairs)
:
MARTIN BENSON:
Looking sharp.
JANET:
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
BARRY:
Sorry. I'm excited.
MARTIN:
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
:
A perfect report card, all B's.
JANET:
Very proud.
(Rubs Barry's hair)
BARRY=
Ma! I got a thing going here.
JANET:
- You got lint on your fuzz.
BARRY:
- Ow! That's me!
JANET:
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
(Barry flies out the door)
JANET:
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
(Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
newspaper)
BARRY==
- Hey, Adam.
ADAM:
- Hey, Barry.
(Adam gets in Barry's car)
:
- Is that fuzz gel?
BARRY:
- A little. Special day, graduation.
ADAM:
Never thought I'd make it.
(Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
BARRY:
Three days grade school,
three days high school...
ADAM:
Those were awkward.
BARRY:
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
ADAM==
You did come back different.
(Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
ARTIE:
- Hi, Barry!
BARRY:
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
ADAM:
- Hear about Frankie?
BARRY:
- Yeah.
ADAM==
- You going to the funeral?
BARRY:
- No, I'm not going to his funeral.
:
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
:
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
ADAM:
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
(The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
highway)
:
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our regular day.
BARRY:
I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
(Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
students)
Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.
(Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
:
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
ADAM:
- We are!
BARRY=
- Bee-men.
=ADAM=
- Amen!
BARRY AND ADAM:
Hallelujah!
(Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
ANNOUNCER:
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
:
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
DEAN BUZZWELL:
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
:
...9:
:
That concludes our ceremonies.
:
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
ADAM:
Will we pick our job today?
(Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
BARRY=
I heard it's just orientation.
(Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
loaded into the buses)
TOUR GUIDE:
Heads up! Here we go.
ANNOUNCER:
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
BARRY:
- Wonder what it'll be like?
ADAM:
- A little scary.
TOUR GUIDE==
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
:
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
Barry:
This is it!
BARRY AND ADAM:
Wow.
BARRY:
Wow.
(The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
complicated Honey-making machines)
TOUR GUIDE:
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
:
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
:
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
:
Our top-secret formula
:
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
:
into this soothing sweet syrup
:
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...
EVERYONE ON BUS:
Honey!
(The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
ADAM:
- That girl was hot.
BARRY:
- She's my cousin!
ADAM==
- She is?
BARRY:
- Yes, we're all cousins.
ADAM:
- Right. You're right.
TOUR GUIDE:
- At Honex, we constantly strive
:
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
:
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
(The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
you can hear him groan)
:
ADAM==
- What do you think he makes?
BARRY:
- Not enough.
TOUR GUIDE:
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
(They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
wearing a finger-shaped hat)
Barry:
- Wow, What does that do?
TOUR GUIDE:
- Catches that little strand of honey
:
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
ADAM:
(Intrigued)
Can anyone work on the Krelman?
TOUR GUIDE:
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones.
But bees know that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.
:
But choose carefully
:
because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
(Everyone claps except for Barry)
BARRY:
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.
ADAM:
What's the difference?
TOUR GUIDE:
You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off
:
in 27 million years.
BARRY:
(Upset)
So you'll just work us to death?
:
We'll sure try.
(Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
home together)
ADAM:
Wow! That blew my mind!
BARRY:
"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?
:
One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.
ADAM:
I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
BARRY:
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
ADAM:
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.
:
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
BARRY:
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
ADAM:
Like what? Give me one example.
(Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
unison)
BARRY:
I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.
ANNOUNCER:
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
BARRY:
Wait a second. Check it out.
(The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
:
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
ADAM:
- Wow.
:
I've never seen them this close.
BARRY:
They know what it's like
outside the hive.
ADAM:
Yeah, but some don't come back.
GIRL BEES:
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!
(The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
to trucks, which drive away)
LOU LO DUVA:
You guys did great!
:
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks!
I love it!
(Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
I love it!
ADAM:
- I wonder where they were.
BARRY:
- I don't know.
:
Their day's not planned.
:
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
:
You can't just decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
ADAM==
Right.
(Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
Jocks)
BARRY:
Look at that. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
ADAM:
It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
BARRY:
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
(Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
ADAM==
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?
BARRY:
Distant. Distant.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Look at these two.
POLLEN JOCK #2:
- Couple of Hive Harrys.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
- Let's have fun with them.
GIRL BEE #1:
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
BARRY:
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
:
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
(Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
GIRL BEE #2:
- Oh, my!
BARRY:
- I never thought I'd knock him out.
GIRL BEE #1:
(Looking at Adam)
What were you doing during this?
ADAM:
Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
BARRY:
I can autograph that.
(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
Adam really are pollen jocks.)
POLLEN JOCK #1:
A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?
BARRY:
Yeah. Gusty.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
BARRY:
- Six miles, huh?
ADAM:
- Barry!
POLLEN JOCK #2:
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.
BARRY:
- Maybe I am.
ADAM:
- You are not!
POLLEN JOCK #1:
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
:
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
BARRY:
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
(The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
night)
MARTIN:
Hey, Honex!
BARRY:
Dad, you surprised me.
MARTIN:
You decide what you're interested in?
BARRY:
- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.
:
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
MARTIN:
Son, let me tell you about stirring.
:
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
:
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.
BARRY:
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
:
maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.
MARTIN:
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
:
That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
:
Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!
JANET:
- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
BARRY:
- I'm not trying to be funny.
MARTIN:
You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
JANET:
- You're gonna be a stirrer?
BARRY:
- No one's listening to me!
MARTIN:
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
BARRY:
I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
(Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
MARTIN:
Let's open some honey and celebrate!
BARRY:
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
:
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
JANET:
I'm so proud.
(The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
ADAM:
- We're starting work today!
BARRY:
- Today's the day.
ADAM:
Come on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
BARRY:
Yeah, right.
JOB LISTER:
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
- Is it still available?
JOB LISTER:
- Hang on. Two left!
:
One of them's yours! Congratulations!
Step to the side.
ADAM:
- What'd you get?
BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
- Picking crud out. Stellar!
(He walks away)
ADAM:
Wow!
JOB LISTER:
Couple of newbies?
ADAM:
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
JOB LISTER:
Make your choice.
(Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
confusing)
ADAM:
- You want to go first?
BARRY:
- No, you go.
ADAM:
Oh, my. What's available?
JOB LISTER:
Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.
ADAM:
- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
JOB LISTER:
- Sure, you're on.
(Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
(Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
:
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
(Takes Adam's hat off)
Wax monkey's always open.
ADAM:
The Krelman opened up again.
:
What happened?
JOB LISTER:
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.
:
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
:
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!
ADAM:
Oh, this is so hard!
(Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
:
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
:
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?
(Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
:
Barry!
POLLEN JOCK:
All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...
ADAM:
(Through phone)
What happened to you?
Where are you?
BARRY:
- I'm going out.
ADAM:
- Out? Out where?
BARRY:
- Out there.
ADAM:
- Oh, no!
BARRY:
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
ADAM:
You're gonna die! You're crazy!
(Barry hangs up)
Hello?
POLLEN JOCK #2:
Another call coming in.
:
If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd
:
that gets their roses today.
BARRY:
Hey, guys.
POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
- Look at that.
POLLEN JOCK #2:
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
LOU LO DUVA:
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
(Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
LOU LO DUVA:
(To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
(To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
:
- Thank you.
LOU LO DUVA:
- OK.
:
You got a rain advisory today,
:
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
:
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
:
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
:
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
:
Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
BARRY:
- That's awful.
LOU LO DUVA:
(Still talking through megaphone)
- And a reminder for you rookies,
:
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
:
All right, launch positions!
POLLEN JOCKS:
(The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
:
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
LOU LU DUVA:
Black and yellow!
POLLEN JOCKS:
Hello!
POLLEN JOCK #1:
(To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
BARRY:
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
POLLEN JOCK's:
Wind, check.
:
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.
:
- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.
BARRY:
Scared out of my shorts, check.
LOU LO DUVA:
OK, ladies,
:
let's move it out!
:
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
:
All of you, drain those flowers!
(The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
BARRY:
Wow! I'm out!
:
I can't believe I'm out!
:
So blue.
:
I feel so fast and free!
:
Box kite!
(Barry flies through the kite)
:
Wow!
:
Flowers!
(A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
heat sink goggles.)
POLLEN JOCK:
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
:
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
:
Roses!
POLLEN JOCK #1:
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
:
Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.
(The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
BARRY:
That is one nectar collector!
POLLEN JOCK #1==
- Ever see pollination up close?
BARRY:
- No, sir.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
pollen as he goes)
:
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
:
a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.
BARRY:
That's amazing. Why do we do that?
POLLEN JOCK #1:
That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
BARRY:
Cool.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
could be daisies. Don't we need those?
POLLEN JOCK #2:
Copy that visual.
:
Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?
POLLEN JOCK #2:
Affirmative.
(The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
obviously just tennis balls)
KEN:
(In the distance) That was on the line!
POLLEN JOCK #1:
This is the coolest. What is it?
POLLEN JOCK #2:
I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
:
It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Yeah, fuzzy.
(Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
POLLEN JOCK #3==
Chemical-y.
(The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
(The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
one of the tennis balls)
POLLEN JOCK #2:
My sweet lord of bees!
POLLEN JOCK #3:
Candy-brain, get off there!
POLLEN JOCK #1:
(Pointing upwards)
Problem!
(A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
to)
BARRY:
- Guys!
POLLEN JOCK #2:
- This could be bad.
POLLEN JOCK #3:
Affirmative.
(Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
to it)
BARRY==
Very close.
:
Gonna hurt.
:
Mama's little boy.
(Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
still stuck to the ball)
POLLEN JOCK #1:
You are way out of position, rookie!
KEN:
Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
(Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
BARRY:
(In slow motion)
Help me!
POLLEN JOCK #2:
I don't think these are flowers.
POLLEN JOCK #3:
- Should we tell him?
POLLEN JOCK #1:
- I think he knows.
BARRY:
What is this?!
KEN:
Match point!
:
You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to EAT IT!
(A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
BARRY:
Yowser!
(Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
BARRY:
Ew, gross.
(The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
into the car)
GIRL IN CAR:
There's a bee in the car!
:
- Do something!
DAD DRIVING CAR:
- I'm driving!
BABY GIRL:
(Waving at Barry)
- Hi, bee.
(Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
- He's back here!
:
He's going to sting me!
GIRL IN CAR:
Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!
(Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
:
GRANDMA IN CAR==
He blinked!
(The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
GIRL IN CAR:
Spray him, Granny!
DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
What are you doing?!
(Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
the ground, safe.)
BARRY:
Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
(Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
moving into this direction)
:
I gotta get home.
:
Can't fly in rain.
:
Can't fly in rain.
(A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
:
Can't fly in rain.
(A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
(WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
plant inside an apartment near the window)
VANESSA BLOOME:
Ken, could you close
the window please?
KEN==
Hey, check out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
:
You see?
(Folds brochure resume out)
Folds out.
(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
BARRY:
Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
(Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
:
What was that?
(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
because the window is closed)
Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...
:
Drapes!
(Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
That is diabolical.
KEN:
It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
ANDY:
What's number one? Star Wars?
KEN:
Nah, I don't go for that...
(Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
:
...kind of stuff.
BARRY:
No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.
KEN:
When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
BARRY:
(Looking at the light on the ceiling)
There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
(Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
:
I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.
(Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
humans are sitting at)
KEN:
I predicted global warming.
:
I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.
(Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
is about to put it in his mouth)
:
Wait! Stop! Bee!
(Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
freak out)
:
Stand back. These are winter boots.
(Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
Vanessa saves him last second)
VANESSA:
Wait!
:
Don't kill him!
(Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
KEN:
You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!
VANESSA:
Why does his life have
less value than yours?
KEN:
Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?
VANESSA:
I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.
(Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
KEN:
My brochure!
VANESSA:
There you go, little guy.
(Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
still shocked that a human saved his life)
KEN:
I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.
VANESSA:
Put that on your resume brochure.
KEN:
My whole face could puff up.
ANDY:
Make it one of your special skills.
KEN:
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.
(Ken walks to the door)
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
:
- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
VANESSA:
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
:
(Vanessa tries to close door)
KEN==
- You could put carob chips on there.
VANESSA:
- Bye.
(Closes door but Ken opens it again)
KEN:
- Supposed to be less calories.
VANESSA:
- Bye.
(Closes door)
(Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
BARRY==
(Talking to himself)
I gotta say something.
:
She saved my life.
I gotta say something.
:
All right, here it goes.
(Turns back)
Nah.
:
What would I say?
:
I could really get in trouble.
:
It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.
:
I can't believe I'm doing this.
:
I've got to.
(Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
again)
:
Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
:
No. Yes. No.
:
Do it. I can't.
:
How should I start it?
(Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
"You like jazz?"
No, that's no good.
(Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
:
...Hi!
(Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
counter)
:
I'm sorry.
VANESSA:
- You're talking.
BARRY:
- Yes, I know.
VANESSA:
(Pointing at Barry)
You're talking!
BARRY:
I'm so sorry.
VANESSA:
No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.
:
But I don't recall going to bed.
BARRY:
Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.
VANESSA:
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you're a bee!
BARRY:
I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,
(Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
but they were all trying to kill me.
:
And if it wasn't for you...
:
I had to thank you.
It's just how I was raised.
(Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
:
That was a little weird.
VANESSA:
- I'm talking with a bee.
BARRY:
- Yeah.
VANESSA:
I'm talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!
BARRY:
I just want to say I'm grateful.
I'll leave now.
(Barry turns to leave)
VANESSA:
- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
BARRY:
(Flying back)
- What?
VANESSA:
The talking...thing.
BARRY:
Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
VANESSA:
- That's very funny.
BARRY:
- Yeah.
:
Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
:
Anyway...
VANESSA:
Can I...
:
...get you something?
BARRY:
- Like what?
VANESSA:
I don't know. I mean...
I don't know. Coffee?
BARRY:
I don't want to put you out.
VANESSA:
It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
:
- It's just coffee.
BARRY:
- I hate to impose.
(Vanessa starts making coffee)
VANESSA:
- Don't be ridiculous!
BARRY:
- Actually, I would love a cup.
VANESSA:
Hey, you want rum cake?
BARRY:
- I shouldn't.
VANESSA:
- Have some.
BARRY:
- No, I can't.
VANESSA:
- Come on!
BARRY:
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
VANESSA:
- Where?
BARRY:
- These stripes don't help.
VANESSA:
You look great!
BARRY:
I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.
:
Are you all right?
VANESSA:
(Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
No.
(Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
:
BARRY==
He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.
:
He finally gets there.
:
He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.
:
And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.
:
Why would I marry a watermelon?"
(Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
VANESSA:
Is that a bee joke?
BARRY:
That's the kind of stuff we do.
VANESSA:
Yeah, different.
:
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
(Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
around with a straw like it's a gondola)
BARRY:
About work? I don't know.
:
I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.
VANESSA:
I know how you feel.
BARRY:
- You do?
VANESSA:
- Sure.
:
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
BARRY:
- Really?
VANESSA:
- My only interest is flowers.
BARRY:
Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.
:
Anyway, if you look...
(Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
:
There's my hive right there. See it?
VANESSA:
You're in Sheep Meadow!
BARRY:
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
VANESSA:
No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.
BARRY:
- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
VANESSA:
- Why not?
BARRY:
- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
VANESSA:
- Maybe I'll try that.
(A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
table)
CUSTODIAN:
- You all right, ma'am?
VANESSA:
- Oh, yeah. Fine.
:
Just having two cups of coffee!
BARRY:
Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.
VANESSA==
Yeah, it's no trouble.
BARRY:
Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.
(Barry points towards the rum cake)
:
Can I take a piece of this with me?
VANESSA:
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
(Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
BARRY:
- Thanks!
VANESSA:
- Yeah.
BARRY:
All right. Well, then...
I guess I'll see you around.
:
Or not.
VANESSA:
OK, Barry...
BARRY:
And thank you
so much again... for before.
VANESSA:
Oh, that? That was nothing.
BARRY:
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
(Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
(The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
the ladder)
(Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
in a Honex wind tunnel)
BEE SCIENTIST #1:
This can't possibly work.
BEE SCIENTIST #2:
He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.
:
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
(Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
together)
ADAM:
- Sounds amazing.
BARRY:
- It was amazing!
:
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.
ADAM:
Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!
:
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?
BARRY:
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
:
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.
ADAM:
- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
BARRY:
- Some of them. But some of them don't.
ADAM:
- How'd you get back?
BARRY:
- Poodle.
ADAM:
You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.
:
You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out your job and be normal.
BARRY:
- Well...
ADAM:
- Well?
BARRY:
Well, I met someone.
ADAM:
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
:
- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
BARRY:
- No, no, no, not a wasp.
ADAM:
- Spider?
BARRY:
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
:
I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.
:
I can't get by that face.
ADAM:
So who is she?
BARRY:
She's... human.
ADAM:
No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.
BARRY:
- Her name's Vanessa.
(Adam puts his head in his hands)
ADAM:
- Oh, boy.
BARRY==
She's so nice. And she's a florist!
ADAM:
Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
BARRY:
We're not dating.
ADAM:
You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes
:
with power washers and M-80s!
That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite!
BARRY:
She saved my life!
And she understands me.
ADAM:
This is over!
BARRY:
Eat this.
(Barry gives Adam a piece of the crumb that he got from Vanessa. Adam eats
it)
ADAM:
(Adam's tone changes)
This is not over! What was that?
BARRY:
- They call it a crumb.
ADAM:
- It was so stingin' stripey!
BARRY:
And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!
:
- You know what a Cinnabon is?
ADAM:
- No.
(Adam opens a door behind him and he pulls Barry in)
BARRY:
It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
ADAM:
Be quiet!
BARRY:
They heat it up...
ADAM:
Sit down!
(Adam forces Barry to sit down)
BARRY:
(Still rambling about Cinnabons)
...really hot!
(Adam grabs Barry by the shoulders)
ADAM:
- Listen to me!
:
We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!
BARRY==
Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?
ADAM:
There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
:
You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!
BARRY:
- Thinking bee.
WORKER BEE:
- Thinking bee.
WORKER BEES AND ADAM:
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
(Flash forward in time; Barry is laying on a raft in a pool full of honey.
He is wearing sunglasses)
JANET:
There he is. He's in the pool.
MARTIN:
You know what your problem is, Barry?
(Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he looks annoyed)
BARRY:
(Sarcastic)
I gotta start thinking bee?
JANET:
How much longer will this go on?
MARTIN:
It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?
(Puts sunglasses back on)
BARRY:
I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.
MARTIN:
What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You're barely a bee!
JANET:
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?
(Barry rolls off the raft and sinks into the honey pool)
:
Barry, come out.
Your father's talking to you.
:
Martin, would you talk to him?
MARTIN:
Barry, I'm talking to you!
(Barry keeps sinking into the honey until he is suddenly in Central Park
having a picnic with Vanessa)
(Barry has a cup of honey and he clinks his glass with Vanessas. Suddenly a
mosquito lands on Vanessa and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but
then burst out laughing)
VANESSA:
You coming?
(The camera pans over and Vanessa is climbing into a small yellow airplane)
BARRY:
Got everything?
VANESSA:
All set!
BARRY:
Go ahead. I'll catch up.
(Vanessa lifts off and flies ahead)
VANESSA:
Don't be too long.
(Barry catches up with Vanessa and he sticks out his arms like ana irplane.
He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa copies him with the airplane)
VANESSA:
Watch this!
(Barry stays back and watches as Vanessa draws a heart in the air using
pink smoke from the plane, but on the last loop-the-loop she suddenly
crashes into a mountain and the plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls
into some rocks and explodes a second time)
BARRY:
Vanessa!
(As Barry is yelling his mouth fills with honey and he wakes up,
discovering that he was just day dreaming. He slowly sinks back into the
honey pool)
MARTIN:
- We're still here.
JANET:
- I told you not to yell at him.
:
He doesn't respond to yelling!
MARTIN:
- Then why yell at me?
JANET:
- Because you don't listen!
MARTIN:
I'm not listening to this.
BARRY:
Sorry, I've gotta go.
MARTIN:
- Where are you going?
BARRY:
- I'm meeting a friend.
JANET:
A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
BARRY:
Bye.
(Barry flies out the door and Martin shakes his head)
:
JANET==
I just hope she's Bee-ish.
(Fast forward in time and Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she is
closing up her shop)
BARRY:
They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
VANESSA:
To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that's every florist's dream!
:
Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.
BARRY:
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?
VANESSA:
No. All right, I've got one.
How come you don't fly everywhere?
BARRY:
It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.
VANESSA:
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.
BARRY:
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!
VANESSA:
You don't have that?
BARRY:
We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.
VANESSA:
Oh, my.
(A human walks by and Barry narrowly avoids him)
PASSERBY:
Dumb bees!
VANESSA:
You must want to sting all those jerks.
BARRY:
We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.
VANESSA:
So you have to watch your temper
(They walk into a store)
BARRY:
Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,
:
write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:
:
Anger, jealousy, lust.
(Suddenly an employee(Hector) hits Barry off of Vanessa's shoulder. Hector
thinks he's saving Vanessa)
VANESSA:
(To Barry)
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
(Barry is getting up off the floor)
BARRY:
Yeah.
VANESSA:
(To Hector)
- What is wrong with you?!
HECTOR:
(Confused)
- It's a bug.
VANESSA:
He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!
(Vanessa hits Hector across the face with the magazine he had and then hits
him in the head. Hector backs away covering his head)
Barry:
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
(Vanessa sets Barry back on her shoulder)
VANESSA:
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
BARRY:
It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
VANESSA:
You've really got that
down to a science.
BARRY:
- Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
VANESSA:
- I'll bet.
(Barry looks to his right and notices there is honey for sale in the aisle)
BARRY:
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?
(Barry looks at all the brands of honey, shocked)
How did this get here?
Cute Bee, Golden Blossom,
:
Ray Liotta Private Select?
(Barry puts his hands up and slowly turns around, a look of disgust on his
face)
VANESSA:
- Is he that actor?
BARRY:
- I never heard of him.
:
- Why is this here?
VANESSA:
- For people. We eat it.
BARRY:
You don't have
enough food of your own?!
(Hector looks back and notices that Vanessa is talking to Barry)
VANESSA:
- Well, yes.
BARRY:
- How do you get it?
VANESSA:
- Bees make it.
BARRY:
- I know who makes it!
:
And it's hard to make it!
:
There's heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
VANESSA:
- It's organic.
BARRY:
- It's our-ganic!
VANESSA:
It's just honey, Barry.
BARRY:
Just what?!
:
Bees don't know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
:
You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!
:
And it's on sale?!
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
:
I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!
(Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a
soldier and sneaks into the storage section of the store)
(Two men, including Hector, are loading boxes into some trucks)
:
SUPERMARKET EMPLOYEE==
Hey, Hector.
:
- You almost done?
HECTOR:
- Almost.
(Barry takes a step to peak around the corner)
(Whispering)
He is here. I sense it.
:
Well, I guess I'll go home now
(Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly)
:
and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.
BARRY:
You're busted, box boy!
HECTOR:
I knew I heard something!
So you can talk!
BARRY:
I can talk.
And now you'll start talking!
:
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier?
HECTOR:
I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.
:
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!
(Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights
Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword)
:
You're too late! It's ours now!
BARRY:
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!
HECTOR:
You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!
(Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders)
Barry:
Where is the honey coming from?
:
Tell me where!
HECTOR:
(Pointing to leaving truck)
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
(Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a
bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck)
CAR DRIVER:
(To bicyclist)
Crazy person!
(Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck.
Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere)
BARRY:
What horrible thing has happened here?
:
These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now
:
they're on the road to nowhere!
(Barry hears a sudden whisper)
(Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead)
MOOSEBLOOD:
Just keep still.
BARRY:
What? You're not dead?
MOOSEBLOOD:
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?
BARRY:
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.
MOOSEBLOOD:
I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD:
I'm going to Tacoma.
(Barry looks at another bug)
BARRY:
- And you?
MOOSEBLOOD:
- He really is dead.
BARRY:
All right.
(Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the
windshield wipers)
MOOSEBLOOD==
Uh-oh!
(The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping
them off)
BARRY:
- What is that?!
MOOSEBLOOD:
- Oh, no!
:
- A wiper! Triple blade!
BARRY:
- Triple blade?
MOOSEBLOOD:
Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
(Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the
windshield)
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!
:
How much do you people need to see?!
(Bangs on windshield)
:
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!
RADIO IN TRUCK:
From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Carl Kasell.
MOOSEBLOOD:
But don't kill no more bugs!
(Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid)
MOOSEBLOOD:
- Bee!
BARRY:
- Moose blood guy!!
(Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna)
(Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna.
There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming)
TRUCK DRIVER:
- You hear something?
GUY IN TRUCK:
- Like what?
TRUCK DRIVER:
Like tiny screaming.
GUY IN TRUCK:
Turn off the radio.
(The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck.
The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away.
He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds
Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place)
MOOSEBLOOD:
Whassup, bee boy?
BARRY:
Hey, Blood.
(Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with
Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while)
BARRY:
...Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Wow!
BARRY:
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.
:
I mean, that honey's ours.
MOOSEBLOOD:
- Bees hang tight.
BARRY:
- We're all jammed in.
:
It's a close community.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
BARRY:
- What if you get in trouble?
MOOSEBLOOD:
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.
:
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
BARRY:
At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
:
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
(An ambulance passes by and it has a blood donation sign on it)
You got to be kidding me!
:
Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
(Mooseblood leaves and flies onto the window of the ambulance where there
are other mosquito's hanging out)
:
- Hey, guys!
OTHER MOSQUITO:
- Mooseblood!
MOOSEBLOOD:
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
(The truck goes out of view and Barry notices that the truck he's on is
pulling into a camp of some sort)
TRUCK DRIVER:
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.
(Barry flies out)
BARRY:
What is this place?
BEEKEEPER 1#:
A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
BEEKEEPER #2:
They are pinheads!
:
Pinhead.
:
- Check out the new smoker.
BEEKEEPER #1:
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
:
The Thomas 3000!
BARRY:
Smoker?
BEEKEEPER #1:
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
:
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.
BEEKEEPER #2:
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
BARRY:
"They make the honey,
and we make the money"?
(The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the
smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out)
Oh, my!
:
What's going on? Are you OK?
(Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the
ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand)
BEE IN APARTMENT:
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
BARRY:
Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?
BEE IN APPARTMENT:
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
(The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of
the "queen" who is obviously a man in women's clothes)
BARRY:
This is your queen?
That's a man in women's clothes!
:
That's a drag queen!
:
What is this?
(Barry flies out and he discovers that there are hundreds of these
structures, each housing thousands of Bees)
Oh, no!
:
There's hundreds of them!
(Barry takes out his camera and takes pictures of these Bee work camps. The
beekeepers look very evil in these depictions)
Bee honey.
:
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!
:
This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.
(Flash forward in time and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents)
JANET:
Oh, Barry, stop.
MARTIN:
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That's a rumor.
BARRY:
Do these look like rumors?
(Holds up the pictures)
UNCLE CARL:
That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
JANET:
How did you get mixed up in this?
ADAM:
He's been talking to humans.
JANET:
- What?
MARTIN:
- Talking to humans?!
ADAM:
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
JANET:
Make out? Barry!
BARRY:
We do not.
ADAM:
- You wish you could.
MARTIN:
- Whose side are you on?
BARRY:
The bees!
UNCLE CARL:
(He has been sitting in the back of the room this entire time)
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
JANET:
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
BARRY:
I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!
:
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked
:
your hands were still stirring.
You couldn't stop.
JANET:
I remember that.
BARRY:
What right do they have to our honey?
:
We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
ADAM:
Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
BARRY:
Sting them where it really hurts.
MARTIN:
In the face! The eye!
:
- That would hurt.
BARRY:
- No.
MARTIN:
Up the nose? That's a killer.
BARRY:
There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
(Flash forward a bit in time and we are watching the Bee News)
BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.
BEE PROTESTOR:
No more bee beards!
BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
:
Weather with Storm Stinger.
:
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
:
And Jeanette Chung.
BOB BUMBLE:
- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
JEANETTE CHUNG:
- And I'm Jeanette Chung.
BOB BUMBLE:
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
:
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
:
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
JEANETTE CHUNG:
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
:
we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
:
Classy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
(The scene changes to an interview on the news with Bee version of Larry
King and Barry)
BEE LARRY KING:
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
:
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?
BARRY:
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
:
What about Bee Columbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
BEE LARRY KING:
Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
:
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
BARRY:
How old are you?
BEE LARRY KING:
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
:
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
BARRY:
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
BEE LARRY KING:
It's a common name. Next week...
BARRY:
He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots...
BEE LARRY KING:
Next week...
BARRY:
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.
BEE LARRY KING:
Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here, live.
(Bee Larry King gets annoyed and flies away offscreen)
BARRY:
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
(Flash forward in time. We see Vanessa enter and Ken enters behind her.
They are arguing)
KEN:
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
VANESSA:
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
KEN==
Honey, her backhand's a joke!
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
BARRY:
(To Ken)
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
KEN:
(Pointing at Barry)
- Is that that same bee?
VANESSA:
- Yes, it is!
:
I'm helping him sue the human race.
BARRY:
- Hello.
KEN:
- Hello, bee.
VANESSA:
This is Ken.
BARRY:
(Recalling the "Winter Boots" incident earlier)
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
KEN:
(To Vanessa)
Why does he talk again?
VANESSA:
Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.
KEN:
But it's our yogurt night!
VANESSA:
(Holding door open for Ken)
Bye-bye.
KEN:
(Yelling)
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
(Ken leaves and Vanessa walks over to Barry. His workplace is a mess)
VANESSA:
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
BARRY:
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
ADAM:
- Frosting...
- How many sugars?
==BARRY==
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
:
So why are you helping me?
VANESSA:
Bees have good qualities.
:
And it takes my mind off the shop.
:
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
BARRY:
Those are great, if you're three.
VANESSA:
And artificial flowers.
BARRY:
- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
VANESSA:
- Yeah, me too.
:
BARRY:
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
ADAM:
Bees must hate those fake things!
:
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.
:
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.
VANESSA:
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
BARRY:
- I guess.
ADAM:
You sure you want to go through with it?
BARRY:
Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able
:
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!
(Flash forward in time and we are watching the human news. The camera shows
a crowd outside a courthouse)
NEWS REPORTER:
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,
:
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,
:
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.
(We are no longer watching through a news camera)
ADAM:
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
BARRY:
It's pretty big, isn't it?
ADAM==
(Looking at the hundreds of people around the courthouse)
I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.
BARRY:
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
SECURITY GUARD:
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
(A limousine drives up and a fat man,Layton Montgomery, a honey industry
owner gets out and walks past Barry)
ADAM:
- What's the matter?
BARRY:
- I don't know, I just got a chill.
(Fast forward in time and everyone is in the court)
MONTGOMERY:
Well, if it isn't the bee team.
(To Honey Industry lawyers)
You boys work on this?
MAN:
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
All right. Case number 4475,
:
Superior Court of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
:
is now in session.
:
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?
MONTGOMERY:
A privilege.
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?
(Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see if a Bee can really talk)
(Barry makes several buzzing sounds to sound like a Bee)
BARRY:
I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.
JUDGE BUMBLBETON:
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
MONTGOMERY:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
:
my grandmother was a simple woman.
:
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right
:
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.
:
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,
:
just think of what would it mean.
:
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm
:
for the elastic in my britches!
:
Talking bee!
(Montgomery walks over and looks closely at Barry)
:
How do we know this isn't some sort of
:
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
:
They could be using laser beams!
:
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Cloning! For all we know,
:
he could be on steroids!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Benson?
BARRY:
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.
:
I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.
:
It's important to all bees.
We invented it!
:
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.
:
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room
:
who think they can take it from us
:
'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
:
you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have
:
but everything we are!
JANET==
(To Martin)
I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Call your first witness.
BARRY:
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN:
I suppose so.
BARRY:
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
KLAUSS:
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
BARRY:
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
:
I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
KLAUSS:
(Quietly)
- No.
BARRY:
- I couldn't hear you.
KLAUSS:
- No.
BARRY:
- No.
:
Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,
:
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
KLAUSS:
They're very lovable creatures.
:
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
BARRY:
You mean like this?
(The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is
roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people
are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a
chain)
:
(Pointing to the roaring bear)
Bears kill bees!
:
How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
:
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
OK, that's enough. Take him away.
(The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out)
BARRY:
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
:
- Where have I heard it before?
MR. STING:
- I was with a band called The Police.
BARRY:
But you've never been
a police officer, have you?
STING:
No, I haven't.
BARRY:
No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example
:
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human
:
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.
STING:
Oh, please.
BARRY:
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
:
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.
:
Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
MONTGOMERY:
That's not his real name?! You idiots!
BARRY:
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
:
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
RAY LIOTTA:
Thank you. Thank you.
BARRY:
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome
:
with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.
RAY LIOTTA:
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
BARRY:
Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?
:
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't
:
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?
RAY LIOTTA:
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
BARRY:
This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
(Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry)
RAY LIOTTA:
Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
- Order in this court!
RAY LIOTTA:
- You're all thinking it!
(Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel)
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Order! Order, I say!
RAY LIOTTA:
- Say it!
MAN:
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
(We see a montage of magazines which feature the court case)
(Flash forward in time and Barry is back home with Vanessa)
BARRY:
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
VANESSA:
I think the jury's on our side.
BARRY:
Are we doing everything right,you know, legally?
VANESSA:
I'm a florist.
BARRY:
Right. Well, here's to a great team.
VANESSA:
To a great team!
(Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry and he looks upset when he sees
Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa)
KEN:
Well, hello.
VANESSA:
- Oh, Ken!
BARRY:
- Hello!
VANESSA:
I didn't think you were coming.
:
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but...
(Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge)
...the battery...
VANESSA:
I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
KEN:
Oh, that was lucky.
(Ken sits down at the table across from Barry and Vanessa leaves the room)
VANESSA:
There's a little left.
I could heat it up.
KEN:
(Not taking his eyes off Barry)
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
BARRY:
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
:
I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.
KEN:
That's where I usually sit.
Right...
(Points to where Barry is sitting)
there.
VANESSA:
(Calling from other room)
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
:
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
KEN:
(To Barry)
You think I don't see what you're doing?
BARRY:
I know how hard it is to find
the right job. We have that in common.
KEN:
Do we?
BARRY:
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
KEN:
(Menacingly)
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.
(Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to
pick it up)
VANESSA:
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
(Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the
table and yells)
BARRY:
I'm going to drain the old stinger.
KEN:
Yeah, you do that.
(Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing
some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in
anger)
(Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court)
BARRY:
Look at that.
(Barry flies into the bathroom)
(He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even
madder. He yells again)
(Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in)
KEN:
You know, you know I've just about had it
(Closes bathroom door behind him)
with your little mind games.
(Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine)
BARRY:
(Backing away)
- What's that?
KEN:
- Italian Vogue.
BARRY:
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
KEN:
It's a lot of ads.
BARRY:
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
KEN:
That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
(Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly
escapes)
(Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he
keeps missing)
(Ken gets a spray bottle)
:
I think something stinks in here!
BARRY:
(Enjoying the spray)
I love the smell of flowers.
(Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle)
KEN:
How do you like the smell of flames?!
BARRY:
Not as much.
(Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the
bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into
the bathtub. After getting hit in the head by falling objects 3 times he
picks up the shower head, revealing a Water bug hiding under it)
WATER BUG:
Water bug! Not taking sides!
(Barry gets up out of a pile of bathroom supplies and he is wearing a
chapstick hat)
BARRY:
Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
(Ken switches the shower head to lethal)
KEN:
I've got issues!
(Ken sprays Barry with the shower head and he crash lands into the toilet)
(Ken menacingly looks down into the toilet at Barry)
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
BARRY:
- You're bluffing.
KEN:
- Am I?
(flushes toilet)
(Barry grabs a chapstick from the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the
flushing toilet)
BARRY:
Surf's up, dude!
(Barry flies out of the toilet on the chapstick and sprays Ken's face with
the toilet water)
:
EW,Poo water!
BARRY:
That bowl is gnarly.
KEN:
(Aiming a toilet cleaner at Barry)
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
(Barry cowers and covers his head and Vanessa runs in and takes the toilet
cleaner from Ken just before he hits Barry)
VANESSA:
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
KEN==
(Leaning towards Barry)
You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!
VANESSA:
We need to talk!
(Vanessa pulls Ken out of the bathroom)
:
He's just a little bee!
:
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
KEN:
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
VANESSA:
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!
KEN:
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
:
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
VANESSA:
Goodbye, Ken.
(Ken huffs and walks out and slams the door. But suddenly he walks back in
and stares at Barry)
:
And for your information,
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners MADE BY MAN!
(Ken leaves again and Vanessa leans in towards Barry)
VANESSA:
I'm sorry about all that.
(Ken walks back in again)
KEN:
I know it's got
an aftertaste! I LIKE IT!
(Ken leaves for the last time)
VANESSA:
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.
:
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.
:
Are you OK for the trial?
BARRY:
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
(Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa are back in court)
MONTGOMERY--
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
ADAM:
Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...
(Barry stares at Adam)
...Yeah.
LAWYER:
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic
with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.
MONTGOMERY:
Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around
:
is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.
(To lawyer)
- You got the tweezers?
LAWYER:
- Are you allergic?
MONTGOMERY:
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
:
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.
:
What exactly is your relationship
(Points to Vanessa)
:
to that woman?
BARRY:
We're friends.
MONTGOMERY:
- Good friends?
BARRY:
- Yes.
MONTGOMERY:
How good? Do you live together?
ADAM:
Wait a minute...
:
MONTGOMERY:
Are you her little...
:
...bedbug?
(Adam's stinger starts vibrating. He is agitated)
I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,
:
doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
BARRY:
- Yeah, but...
MONTGOMERY:
(Pointing at Janet and Martin)
- So those aren't your real parents!
JANET:
- Oh, Barry...
BARRY:
- Yes, they are!
ADAM:
Hold me back!
(Vanessa tries to hold Adam back. He wants to sting Montgomery)
MONTGOMERY:
You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?
ADAM:
He's denouncing bees!
MONTGOMERY:
Don't y'all date your cousins?
(Montgomery leans over on the jury stand and stares at Adam)
VANESSA:
- Objection!
(Vanessa raises her hand to object but Adam gets free. He flies straight at
Montgomery)
=ADAM:
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!
BARRY:
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
(Adam stings Montgomery in the butt and he starts thrashing around)
MONTGOMERY:
Oh, I'm hit!!
:
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
(Banging gavel)
Order! Order!
MONTGOMERY:
(Overreacting)
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!
:
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!
:
You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!
:
Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!
BARRY:
- Adam, stay with me.
ADAM:
- I can't feel my legs.
MONTGOMERY:
(Overreacting and throwing his body around the room)
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
:
from my heaving buttocks?
JUDGE BUMLBETON:
I will have order in this court. Order!
:
Order, please!
(Flash forward in time and we see a human news reporter)
NEWS REPORTER:
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race
:
took a pointed turn against the bees
:
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
(Adam is laying in a hospital bed and Barry flies in to see him)
BARRY:
- Hey, buddy.
ADAM:
- Hey.
BARRY:
- Is there much pain?
ADAM:
- Yeah.
:
I...
:
I blew the whole case, didn't I?
BARRY:
It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.
ADAM:
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
(A small plastic sword is replaced as Adam's stinger)
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
:
Look, there's
a little celery still on it.
(Flicks off the celery and sighs)
BARRY:
What was it like to sting someone?
ADAM:
I can't explain it. It was all...
:
All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!
BARRY:
...All right.
ADAM:
You think it was all a trap?
BARRY:
Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.
:
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.
ADAM:
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
BARRY:
I don't know.
ADAM:
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.
BARRY:
Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!
ADAM:
Oh, my.
(Coughs)
Could you get a nurse
to close that window?
BARRY:
- Why?
ADAM:
- The smoke.
(We can see that two humans are smoking cigarettes outside)
:
Bees don't smoke.
BARRY:
Right. Bees don't smoke.
:
Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
:
That's it! That's our case!
ADAM:
It is? It's not over?
BARRY:
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
:
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
(Flash forward in time and Adam is making a paper boat in the courtroom)
ADAM:
And assuming you've done step 29 correctly, you're ready for the tub!
(We see that the jury have each made their own paper boats after being
taught how by Adam. They all look confused)
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Flayman.
ADAM:
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Where is the rest of your team?
ADAM:
(Continues stalling)
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
:
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
:
and as a result,
we don't make very good time.
:
I actually heard a funny story about...
MONTGOMERY:
Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs
:
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?
:
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
:
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges
:
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.
:
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
:
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.
ADAM:
But you can't! We have a terrific case.
MONTGOMERY:
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
:
Show me the smoking gun!
BARRY:
(Barry flies in through the door)
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
:
Here is your smoking gun.
(Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge's
podium)
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
What is that?
BARRY:
It's a bee smoker!
MONTGOMERY:
(Picks up smoker)
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
:
This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
(Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint
and cough)
(Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees)
BARRY:
Look at what has happened
:
to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"
:
Is this what nature intended for us?
:
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines
:
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
:
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?
(Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African
American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others)
LAWYER:
- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.
BARRY:
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
ADAM AND VANESSA:
Free the bees! Free the bees!
BEES IN CROWD:
Free the bees!
HUMAN JURY:
Free the bees! Free the bees!
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
The court finds in favor of the bees!
BARRY:
Vanessa, we won!
VANESSA:
I knew you could do it! High-five!
(Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big)
:
Sorry.
BARRY:
(Overjoyed)
I'm OK! You know what this means?
:
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.
:
Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.
MONTGOMERY:
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
:
You'll regret this.
(Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters
start asking Barry questions)
REPORTER 1#:
Barry, how much honey is out there?
BARRY:
All right. One at a time.
REPORTER 2#:
Barry, who are you wearing?
BARRY:
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.
(Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back)
ADAM:
(To Vanessa)
- What if Montgomery's right?
Vanessa:
- What do you mean?
ADAM:
We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man)
BUSINESS MAN:
Congratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
BARRY:
First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
(As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting "closed" tape over the
work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments)
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
:
every last drop.
(Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts)
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
(We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by
bees)
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
:
We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.
(We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of
a high-tech sniper rifle)
BARRY:
(Looking through binoculars)
Wait for my signal.
:
Take him out.
(Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log
he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear
and the Sniper takes the honey.)
SNIPER:
He'll have nausea
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
(Flash forward in time)
BARRY:
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...
(Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men
in suits)
STING:
But it's just a prance-about stage name!
BARRY:
...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
:
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
(An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash
her face down on the table and take the honey)
OLD LADY:
Can't breathe.
(A honey truck pulls up to Barry's hive)
WORKER:
Bring it in, boys!
:
Hold it right there! Good.
:
Tap it.
(Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive's storage)
BEE WORKER 1#:
(Honey overflows from the cup)
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!
:
- I think we need to shut down!
=BEE WORKER #2=
- Shut down? We've never shut down.
:
Shut down honey production!
DEAN BUZZWELL:
Stop making honey!
(The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put
the keys into a machine)
Turn your key, sir!
(Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which
they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time
this has ever happened)
BEE:
...What do we do now?
(Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of
honey)
Cannonball!
(The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving
work)
(We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna)
LOU LU DUVA:
(Through "phone")
We're shutting honey production!
:
Mission abort.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
(The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)
(We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all
relax)
BARRY:
Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.
ADAM:
Oh, yeah?
BARRY:
What's going on? Where is everybody?
(The entire street is deserted)
:
- Are they out celebrating?
ADAM:
- They're home.
:
They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
:
I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
BARRY:
At least we got our honey back.
ADAM:
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?
:
It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.
:
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
:
And now...
:
Now I can't.
(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa)
BARRY:
I don't understand
why they're not happy.
:
I thought their lives would be better!
:
They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.
VANESSA:
You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?
BARRY:
- What did you want to show me?
(Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points
to her store)
VANESSA:
- This.
(Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting)
BARRY:
What happened here?
VANESSA:
That is not the half of it.
(Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her
store and she points to Central Park)
(We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is
grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at)
BARRY:
Oh, no. Oh, my.
:
They're all wilting.
VANESSA:
Doesn't look very good, does it?
BARRY:
No.
VANESSA:
And whose fault do you think that is?
BARRY:
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
VANESSA==
(Staring at Barry)
Bees?
BARRY:
Specifically, me.
:
I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
VANESSA:
It's not just flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
BARRY:
That's our whole SAT test right there.
VANESSA:
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
:
And then, of course...
BARRY:
The human species?
:
So if there's no more pollination,
:
it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?
VANESSA:
I know this is also partly my fault.
BARRY:
How about a suicide pact?
VANESSA:
How do we do it?
BARRY:
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
VANESSA:
- That just kills you twice.
BARRY:
Right, right.
VANESSA:
Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.
(Vanessa leaves)
BARRY:
(To himself)
I had to open my mouth and talk.
:
Vanessa?
:
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
(Vanessa is getting into a taxi)
VANESSA:
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.
:
They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
:
It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.
BARRY:
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
VANESSA:
I know. Me neither.
(The taxi starts to drive away)
BARRY:
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.
:
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
:
Roses!
:
Vanessa!
(Barry flies after the Taxi)
VANESSA:
Roses?!
:
Barry?
(Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi)
BARRY:
- Roses are flowers!
VANESSA:
- Yes, they are.
BARRY:
Flowers, bees, pollen!
VANESSA:
I know.
That's why this is the last parade.
BARRY:
Maybe not.
Could you ask him to slow down?
VANESSA:
Could you slow down?
(The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward)
:
Barry!
(Barry flies back to the window)
BARRY:
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
VANESSA:
Yes, it kind of is.
BARRY:
I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
:
with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.
VANESSA:
Actually, it's completely closed down.
BARRY:
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
:
But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.
VANESSA:
I don't want to hear it!
BARRY:
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
:
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
:
All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.
:
- Bees.
VANESSA:
- Park.
BARRY:
- Pollen!
VANESSA:
- Flowers.
BARRY:
- Re-pollination!
VANESSA:
- Across the nation!
:
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, California.
:
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
:
Security will be tight.
BARRY:
I have an idea.
(Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the
Roses on board.
VANESSA:
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
(Holds out badge)
:
Official floral business. It's real.
SECURITY GUARD:
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
=VANESSA==
Thank you. It was a gift.
(Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch)
(Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan)
BARRY:
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
VANESSA:
How about The Princess and the Pea?
:
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
BARRY:
Yes, I got it.
:
- Where should I sit?
GUARD:
- What are you?
BARRY:
- I believe I'm the pea.
GUARD:
- The pea?
VANESSA:
It goes under the mattresses.
GUARD:
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.
VANESSA:
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
:
Let's see what this baby'll do.
(Vanessa drives the float through traffic)
GUARD:
Hey, what are you doing?!
BARRY==
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...
:
...without arousing suspicion.
:
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.
(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane)
SECURITY GUARD:
Stop! Security.
:
- You and your insect pack your float?
VANESSA:
- Yes.
SECURITY GUARD:
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
VANESSA:
- Yes.
SECURITY GUARD:
Would you remove your shoes?
(To Barry)
- Remove your stinger.
BARRY:
- It's part of me.
SECURITY GUARD:
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
(Barry plotting with Vanessa)
BARRY:
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane)
Can you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
VANESSA:
I think this is gonna work.
BARRY:
It's got to work.
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
(On intercom)
Attention, passengers,
this is Captain Scott.
:
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
:
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.
VANESSA:
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.
BARRY:
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
VANESSA==
Be careful.
(Barry flies right outside the cockpit door)
BARRY:
Can I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
(The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the
cockpit unseen)
BARRY:
Captain, I'm in a real situation.
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
- What'd you say, Hal?
CO-PILOT HAL:
- Nothing.
(Scott notices Barry and freaks out)
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
Bee!
BARRY:
No,no,no, Don't freak out! My entire species...
(Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld
vacuum)
HAL:
(To Scott)
What are you doing?
(Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but
instead he sucks up Hals toupee)
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
Uh-oh.
BARRY:
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
HAL:
(Hal doesn't know Barry is on his head)
- Who's an attorney?
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
Don't move.
(Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal
is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an
infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor.
They are both uncounscious.)
BARRY:
(To himself)
Oh, Barry.
BARRY:
(On intercom, with a Southern accent)
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
:
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
(Vanessa looks confused)
(Normal accent)
...And please hurry!
(Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots)
VANESSA:
What happened here?
BARRY:
I tried to talk to them, but
then there was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
:
Now one's bald, one's in a boat,
and they're both unconscious!
VANESSA:
...Is that another bee joke?
BARRY:
- No!
:
No one's flying the plane!
BUD DITCHWATER:
(Through radio on plane)
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?
VANESSA:
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.
BUD:
Where's the pilot?
VANESSA:
He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
BUD:
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
BARRY:
As a matter of fact, there is.
BUD:
- Who's that?
BARRY:
- Barry Benson.
BUD:
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
BARRY:
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
:
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
VANESSA:
I can't fly a plane.
BARRY:
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
VANESSA:
- Yes.
BARRY:
How hard could it be?
(Vanessa sits down and flies for a little bit but we see lightning clouds
outside the window)
VANESSA:
Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.
(An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the plane)
(We are now watching the Bee News)
BOB BUMBLE:
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
:
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
:
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...
ADAM:
That's Barry!
BOB BUMBLE:
...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
:
and an incapacitated flight crew.
JANET, MARTIN, UNCLE CAR AND ADAM:
Flowers?!
(The scene switches to the human news)
REPORTER:
(Talking with Bob Bumble)
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
:
with absolutely no flight experience.
BOB BUMBLE:
Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.
BUD:
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
:
They've done enough damage.
REPORTER:
But isn't he your only hope?
BUD:
Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
:
Their wings are too small...
BARRY:
(Through radio)
Haven't we heard this a million times?
:
"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."...
BOB BUMBLE:
- Get this on the air!
BEE:
- Got it.
BEE NEWS CREW:
- Stand by.
BEE NEWS CREW:
- We're going live!
BARRY:
(Through radio on TV)
...The way we work may be a mystery to you.
:
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
:
But let me tell you about a small job.
:
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
:
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
:
That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.
:
That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.
:
We get behind a fellow.
:
- Black and yellow!
BEES:
- Hello!
(The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly)
BARRY:
Left, right, down, hover.
VANESSA:
- Hover?
BARRY:
- Forget hover.
VANESSA:
This isn't so hard.
(Pretending to honk the horn)
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
(A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off)
Barry, what happened?!
BARRY:
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
VANESSA:
- That may have been helping me.
BARRY:
- And now we're not!
VANESSA:
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
(The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with
multiple other bees flying towards the plane)
Lou Lu DUva:
All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
:
Move out!
(The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane)
BARRY:
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
(Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa's
face)
VANESSA:
Don't have to yell.
BARRY:
I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.
VANESSA:
It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
BARRY:
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
VANESSA:
I can't do this!
(Barry slaps Vanessa)
BARRY:
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
VANESSA:
(Slaps Barry)
You snap out of it.
BARRY:
(Slaps Vanessa)
:
You snap out of it.
VANESSA:
- You snap out of it!
BARRY:
- You snap out of it!
(We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane)
VANESSA:
- You snap out of it!
BARRY:
- You snap out of it!
VANESSA:
- You snap out of it!
BARRY:
- You snap out of it!
VANESSA:
- Hold it!
BARRY:
- Why? Come on, it's my turn.
VANESSA:
How is the plane flying?
(The plane is now safely flying)
VANESSA:
I don't know.
(Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up)
BARRY:
Hello?
LOU LU DUVA:
(Through "phone")
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
(All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane)
BARRY:
The Pollen Jocks!
:
They do get behind a fellow.
LOU LU DUVA:
- Black and yellow.
POLLEN JOCKS:
- Hello.
LOU LU DUVA:
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
BARRY:
Where? I can't see anything. Can you?
VANESSA:
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
:
Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.
BARRY:
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
(On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs)
BEES:
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
BARRY:
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.
VANESSA:
- What?
BARRY:
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
:
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
:
Bring the nose down.
BEES:
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR:
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
BUD:
- Get some lights on that!
(It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating
flower formation)
BEES:
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
BARRY:
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
VANESSA:
- OK.
BARRY:
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
LOU LU DUVA:
Affirmative!
BARRY:
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
:
Land on that flower!
:
Ready? Full reverse!
:
Spin it around!
(The plane's nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane)
- Not that flower! The other one!
VANESSA:
- Which one?
BARRY:
- That flower.
(The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out
and tries to take a picture of the plane)
VANESSA:
- I'm aiming at the flower!
BARRY:
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
(The plane hovers over the bee-flower)
:
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
:
Rotate around it.
VANESSA:
- This is insane, Barry!
BARRY:
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
BUD:
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
(The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower)
BARRY:
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
:
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
:
Aim for the center!
:
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
:
Come on, already.
(The bees scatter and the plane safely lands)
VANESSA:
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
BARRY:
- Yes!
(Vanessa is about to high-five Barry)
No high-five!
VANESSA:
- Right.
ADAM:
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
BARRY:
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
ADAM:
- Thank you.
BARRY:
- But we're not done yet.
:
Listen, everyone!
:
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
:
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
:
That means this is our last chance.
:
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
:
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
:
Are we going to be bees, or just
Museum of Natural History keychains?
BEES:
We're bees!
BEE WHO LIKES KEYCHAINS:
Keychain!
BARRY:
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
POLLEN JOCK #1:
Hold on, Barry. Here.
:
You've earned this.
BARRY:
Yeah!
:
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
(The Pollen Jocks throw Barry a nectar-collecting gun. Barry catches it)
Oh, yeah.
JANET:
That's our Barry.
(Barry and the Pollen Jocks get pollen from the flowers on the plane)
(Flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC)
:
(Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop and then heads to Central
Park)
BOY IN PARK:
Mom! The bees are back!
ADAM:
(Putting on his Krelman hat)
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.
:
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!
(The bee honey factories are back up and running)
(Meanwhile at Vanessa's shop)
VANESSA:
(To customer)
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Can I help who's next?
:
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
(There is a room in the shop where Barry does legal work for other animals.
He is currently talking with a Cow)
COW:
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!
:
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
BARRY:
I had no idea.
VANESSA:
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?
BARRY:
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
MOOSEBLOOD:
Sorry I'm late.
COW:
He's a lawyer too?
MOOSEBLOOD:
Ma'am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
VANESSA:
Have a great afternoon!
:
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.
BARRY:
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
VANESSA:
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Can I help who's next?
BARRY:
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.
VANESSA:
Thank you, Barry!
(Ken walks by on the sidewalk and sees the "bee-approved honey" in
Vanessa's shop)
KEN:
That bee is living my life!!
ANDY:
Let it go, Kenny.
KEN:
- When will this nightmare end?!
ANDY:
- Let it all go.
BARRY:
- Beautiful day to fly.
POLLEN JOCK:
- Sure is.
BARRY:
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
(Barry recreates the scene near the beginning of the movie where he flies
through the box kite. The movie fades to black and the credits being)
[--after credits; No scene can be seen but the characters can be heard
talking over the credits--]
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend!
:
- Thinking bee!
- Me?
BARRY:
(Talking over singer)
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.
:
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Can we stop here?
SINGER:
Oh, BarryBARRY:
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!
SINGER:
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
BARRY:
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.I swear to fucking god, Carl. We're all going to fucking die out here, this is literally the apocalypse! We're all going to fucking die here, SHIT! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! I WASTED MY TIME ON THIS STUPID WEBSITE FOR NOTHING!