Deuces Wild

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

What happened? What happened?

Allie! Allie!

Oh, my God!

God, Allie!

Oh, God. God.

Allie.

I warned you, Marco. Fucking warned you.

I told you not to sell him drugs.

No!

It was the summer of '58. The year the Dodgers left Brooklyn.

The summer Dion and the Belmonts were blasting out of every car radio,

and the summer that I first fell in love.

It was the summer Marco Vendetti came home from prison,

and the streets of Sunset Park ran red with blood.

My brother Leon started a gang called The Deuces after our brother Allie died.

Our job was to protect the block.

-Leon. -Hey, Fritzy.

-You need anything? -I'll let you know, kid.

But it was a local mob guy named Fritzy who really ran the neighborhood.

He pretended to be everybody's best friend.

Get yourself an ice cream.

But he was only in it for himself.

Scooch. Center field.

On the corner of Sixth Street and Second, The Deuces ruled.

-Hey, Pops. Grandson gettin' better? -Guatemala. Is good.

-Hey, what? -It's horrible.

We hung out at a candy store called Willie's,

where we ran bootleg cigarettes, illegal fireworks,

and did a little bookmaking on the side.

Hey, we had to make a livin'.

-And the throw to second base... -Come on.

They play like little girls, here. What are we, here, throwin' underhand?

Scooch. We're havin' fun. The Dodgers lost again.

The usual, Scooch.

I told 'em. They ain't gonna win in Los Angeles.

They shouldn't have left Brooklyn.

My father, I never seen him cry...

-Hey. -Hey.

Last game at Ebbets Field, he wept like a baby.

-How are you? -All right.

You know what? Fuck the Dodgers.

Fuck Pee Wee, fuck Jackie, and fuck the fuckin' Duke.

Don't say that, Dommy! Don't say, "Fuck the fuckin' Duke."

Hey, listen, everybody knows he signed your friggin' glove.

Get over it. They left.

-I ain't rootin' for 'em no more. -'Cause you're a fair-weather fan.

Come on, now.

-Screw you, all right! -Let's go outside now.

-What's this? -Bridesmaid's dress.

Pink taffeta. You like it, huh?

You know what I like you in.

Who's gettin' married?

My cousin Antonella, out in Bay Ridge. You're comin', right?

Another cousin gettin' hitched? How many more are there?

People do get married, Leon. It is somethin' people do, you know.

Willie, is it suddenly gettin' hot in here or what?

So what do you wanna do tonight?

-Hey, you know this fucking kid? -Who?

-This kid. -Who's that?

Hey, asshole.

You know whose turf this is?

This is Deuces' turf.

Are you fucking listening to me?

-I'm deaf. I'm deaf. -He's making fun of you!

Shut the fuck up!

-Hey, Leon. -What?

Come here, there's a fight.

Fuck you're doing?

What are you doing?

This kid was disrespecting our turf.

I think he's one of them Garfield boys or something.

This ain't a Garfield boy. Ain't one of those pee-wees.

This is Betty Anne's little brother. Her deaf brother.

Nate, big guy, go home.

You hit one person a year. It's a deaf kid.

Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know?

His mother should hang a sign around his neck or some shit.

Father Aldo, we're up here.

Polish.

Thanks, buddy.

You missed a spot.

Hey, Father. You wanna come up here and help me?

That's your penance.

I hear Marco Vendetti is comin' home soon.

I thought you should know.

Give me your word nothing's gonna get outta hand.

Give me some more of that polish, Scooch.

You know the first thing I'm gonna do when I get outta here?

I'm gonna get me a nice cold beer.

A slice of Sicilian,

a nice piece of ass.

Gonna find that rat motherfucker who sent me here.

I'm gonna slice his motherfucking throat

from ear to ear.

Mark the son of a bitch.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad.

It looks all right.

Who put this on the window?

Carnival. Not bad. Could be a good spot.

A good spot, yeah.

-Make us some money. -Make us some money, yeah.

Philly Babes.

Get away from there.

-Where's Leon? -What's it to you?

He told Mikey Festo he was gonna break his head

if he rented us the store over here.

So?

Let me ask you somethin'. Since when did he become the landlord?

Since yesterday. You didn't read the paper?

Tell your brother we're movin' in over here.

You or any of your guys try to stop any of my guys and you're dead.

Over my dead body are you gonna move junk into this building.

Who said anything about junk?

We're talkin' about a little numbers action, some broads, Mario Lanza on the jukebox.

-Relax. -Don't tell me to relax, you son of a bitch!

Watch your mouth, you little prick.

Come on.

Come on. I ain't runnin'.

Go hang out with the other girls. There you go, you punks.

We ain't runnin'.

Squeal, pig!

How do you like them apples, fat ass?

You boys all right?

Do I look like I'm all right, you moron?

Get me outta here.

Help me get this guy outta here.

-Hey, Bobby. -Let's get outta here.

Beautiful.

It smells good in here, Ma.

It's comin' from next door.

Well, what are we supposed to eat?

I started to make the cacciatore. You know, it was my Allie's favorite.

The onion made me cry.

What about makin' my favorite, Ma? It's a dish called food!

-Fucking starving. -Watch that mouth!

What you talk like that to me for?

-Hey, Ma. What's goin' on? -Nothin'. Making dinner.

If you would take the money we give you

and spend it on food instead of fucking booze...

-Stop! -...we would have some fucking supper!

-Hey! -No! You gotta buy booze!

Hey! You're talkin' to your mother like that!

Get outside.

Now!

-I can't take this anymore. -Don't worry, Ma.

I'm gonna go to the corner. I'll get somethin' to eat.

What?

What's the matter with you, huh?

There's been a truce on this block for three years.

Did I tell you to break it?

They were disrespectin' you, Leon. What am I supposed to do?

Droppin' bricks off the roof? What are you, fucking crazy?

Cinder blocks. They're bigger.

It's just a game to you, huh, Bobby? I gotta answer to Fritzy for this.

One of those guys might die.

What's Fritzy got to do with this?

Nobody moves in Sunset Park without his okay. You know that.

So you're just gonna let 'em move in?

You lost your fuckin' balls or somethin'?

You don't run The Deuces. I do...

And I don't back down from nothin'.

There will be no junk on this block, ever.

But we're gonna do it my way.

If I ever hear you talk to our mother again like that,

I swear to God, I will crack your fuckin' head open.

Hey, I'm here to see Fritzy.

Thanks.

Come in.

Get this kid somethin' to drink.

-What do you want? A soda or somethin'? -No, thanks.

You know...

Bricks don't fall out of the sky in this neighborhood

unless I'm throwing 'em.

You understand?

Yeah, Fritzy.

Now, Philly Babes is one thing...

But his car?

That really got me angry.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm gettin' calls from Mikey Festo.

Who are you to strong-arm anyone?

It was no disrespect to you, Fritzy.

You know, he's gonna rent the store to Philly and his crew.

They're gonna deal junk out of there.

If I ever hear that word out of your mouth again in my club,

that'll be your last word.

This ain't your block.

We all know what happened to your brother Sal.

-I'm sorry for your... -Allie.

What?

His name was Alfonse Michael. We called him Allie Boy.

Allie Boy.

We're all sorry for your loss.

But he was a little junkie, wasn't he?