Avenging Angelo

My name's Frankie.

Frankie Delano. And I'm a professional watcher.

That's what I do. I try to stay in the shadows and watch.

The man who employs me is Angelo.

Angelo Allieghieri, who is considered a generous man...

by some and a very bad man by others.

But good or bad, he is a father first and foremost and has...

for years, had me watch his daughter who, by the way...

doesn't even know she's his daughter...

which really complicates things.

In the last few months, Angelo has been having me...

film messages to his daughter. It's kinda like he's gettin'...

his life in order, which kinda makes me nervous...

like he knows something I don't.

Hey, Frankie? You want me to say...

something for you? You know, put in a good word or something?

Please, Angelo, it's gonna embarrass me, okay?

Come on! You embarrass too easy.

Frankie, if she ever leaves that sorry excuse of a husband.

You can't keep doing what you are doin' for me. Understand?

Now, Frankie, watch out.

For what?

Watch out for the one...

who feels pain...

and wants you to know it.

All right.

Turn it on.

You know, after so many years...

it's become like a pool of memories to me...

never knowing if those memories are real...

or if they're simply what I want to remember.

Because all I have left to join me to that world is her.

See, that's what Angelo had always said...

that she was all he had left. But that wasn't exactly true...

because, even though I never made a big deal out of it...

he also had me. See, I pretty much loved Angelo...

like you would your own father.

Come on.

Before we lose 'em.

So it was hard for me, too, having to stay invisible...

as her world fell apart, after she'd given in...

to that husband and sent their little son off...

to some distant boarding school.

I see him! In the plane!

Rawley! Rawley! It wasn't my idea!

I didn't mean to send you away, baby. I love you!

Jennifer! Jesus! God, what are you doing? Get back in the car!

Look at him. He's driving crazy.

A willow in the wind.

- Get back in the car! - I just want to see his face!

Jennifer, for goodness' sake, I'm shutting the sun...

Get back! Just get back in!

Bloody hell!

I feel her sadness. I mean, sending away...

her only child.

I don't understand that.

But then, I do.

Jennifer, for God's sake, what exactly is the trauma here?

Our little soldier is going off to military school. It'll make him a man.

He's seven! And you're acting about the same age.

Have you ever considered, lightening your hair?

- What? - Lightening your hair.

Well, I thought maybe it'd, you know, brighten your mood.

You know, this can be corrected, Angelo, seriously...

it would be my pleasure. You can't. You know that.

- I understand. - That's right. Keep the distance.

The distance.

We send our son off to military school where he can be surrounded...

by nothing but boys. You fire the gardener. The place is a mess.

The furniture is in storage, we can't even afford to get it out...

because you invested in some other mining stock...

or something or other. We don't even have a home! Brilliant!

Where's my FedEx package, or did you misplace it? -It's there!

How can you be so blasé? Don't you miss Rawley?

You know, you really have to get a grip on this.

A grip on what?

Seriously. What more could you want?

- You keep asking me that. - Okay, okay, fine.

- So go out and get a job. - Well, I had a job, remember?

But you said a mother's place was in the home.

Besides, who would hire me now?

Everything we funnel...

through to that family of theirs...

he manages to lose. Or squander.

Look at her now. She's skinny.

Probably, nerves.

You know, when I'm gone...

you're gonna have to take over. Be sure...

and fatten her up.

I'm afraid you're not goin' anywhere, okay?

Everybody's goin'...

somewhere.

There's no need for the cannon.

Twenty-two should be all we need.

Let the old man finish his meal.

An ill wind is blowing this way, ladies.

I am so messed up.

I just sent my baby boy off to military academy.

God! I am so wired. Am I having a heart attack?

- Is that what's going on? - No, sweetie...

men get heart attacks. We don't. We don't. We don't.

Can you breathe? Okay, blow out. That's it.

- God! - You know what?

Momma's little helper to the rescue.

I want you to take one of these.

Sweetie, take two. And leave all your troubles behind. Trust me.

What are these? Her husband gives them to his patients.

Well, for me, he triples the dosage.

Jennifer, I said take two pills. How many did you take?

I don't know! Just what you told me!

- Well, bon voyage, darlin'. - My God.

Scusi.

Officer! Is there a problem here?

- You're in a no parking zone. - We're talkin' minutiae here.

What does Angelo see in a guy like that?

I could run circles around that pain in the ass.

- Does Malatesta know about... - Does Malatesta what?

Know about this? There's a lot the old man don't know.

As for you, don't sweat the small shit. Do you hear me?

This frickin' song.

It makes my heart weep every time I hear it.

Yeah. I get a twinge, too.

A twinge? What kind of person just gets a frickin' twinge...

when you hear a song like this?

So, what do you get?

Let me get this straight. Are you sayin' that this little...

distance here is not negotiable? The law's the law.

Okay. Well, how about if I just pull it forward?

And how about I just call for some backup?

How about you not?

- If you weren't so cute. - You watch it!

Nice shine. Cheap after-shave.

Must be Bruno.

Any last words?

Yeah. Try the clams. They're fabulous.

Hey! It's a good thing I didn't see you earlier, otherwise...

I would had to give you a ticket!

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Hello?

What?

I'm on my way. I'll be right there.

My son has a temperature of a hundred and three.

He'll be all right. You want some company?

I gotta go.

Later, lucky ones.

Good afternoon, ladies, and welcome.

We have a very special treat for you this afternoon.

All due to the very hard work of our own Jennifer Barrett.

Please join me in welcoming a celebrated author...

Marcello Della Rosa!

It seems there are no men.

Pity.

If you will indulge me...

I would prefer to let my work speak for itself.

I've taken the liberty of bringing "Our Way"...

the book I published last year.

Then, if you must, ask your questions.

But please be gentle.

"He stood on the cliffs of Apollonia di Mare..."

"the cliffs of his Sicilia."

"All about him swirled sounds as holy as God's silence."

"The cry of the sailor".

"He was home".

"With ghosts of ships that came before".

"Come, you Romans, and you Greeks".

"You dark-eyed, Spanish moors".

"I've waited too long to come home, he thought".

"For time is a thief, and he never gets caught."

Never, Jennifer.

Jesus Christ!

Now, Jennifer, this is not the time for another...

of your scenes. My scenes?

It's not what it looks like.

You have no clue what it looks like.

You're doing her in the pool, and I get Mister Missionary?

- Jen-Jen... - Don't you "Jen-Jen" me.

You were supposed to be my friend...

and now you're nothing but a porn star.

Now I know why you wanted me to lighten my hair. That's it.

Get out of here!

I have to pick up my kids.

Jennifer...

you have to take your share of responsibility for this.

My share?! -Yeah. do you have any idea how lonely I've been...

while you've been off doing this book club thing?

You are just about to get lonelier.

Man!

You creep.

You're not coming back here in my house since it's my house.

There's nothing you can do about it, Kip!

And you are not gonna disrespect me!

Jesus!

Ma'am, please.

If you don't mind?

Hello.

- You're hurt? - Yes, ma'am, I am.

You're bleeding. Rather profusely.

That's what happens when you get shot. Shot!

- Yes, ma'am. - You've been shot? - Definitely. But it's not...

as bad as it looks. Really.