Gloria

The Yankees now lead.

He swings.

Deep into left center field.

It's about a 420-foot double.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Look, I don't want any trouble from you, believe me.

It's Jeri!

What happened?

I don't wanna talk in front of the kids.

What's the matter, Mom?

No thing's the matter. She just got the groceries, that's all.

- Are the bags packed? - Yeah.

You got the money from the bank?

I don't want to talk money in front of the family.

- You got the tickets? - Don't ask me any more questions.

Where are we going?

Listen, Phil is very upset that we're leaving.

That kid is so sensitive.

Well, I'm gonna cook dinner, okay?

No, you're not gonna cook dinner. There's no time for that now.

Then why did I go shopping? What the hell am I supposed to be doing?

Son-of-a-bitch packages. The bus... I have to wait in the damn line.

Then the bags ripped and everything comes out.

I hurt my leg.

God, you son of a bitch.

Did you see anybody downstairs?

A man.

- What kind of man? - A man with a shirt.

- What kind of shirt? - A shirt with shoes.

601. He's up there. His wife just went up the elevator.

Nice staircase they got here.

- What took so long? - I couldn't find the place. I got lost.

I went over the 138th Street Bridge, wound up on 155th Street Bridge.

Made a wrong turn, passed Yankee Stadium... the heat, traffic, the people...

Wound up to 158th Street. Finally I'm over here.

All right, you're here. Now let's go.

Hey, hold these things for a second.

Okay, let's go.

What kind of a place is this?

Hey.

Hold these. Be careful.

Don't blow yourself up. I know you're clumsy.

Where'd you go?

I went to stop downtown, 44th Street.

They're checkin' on his accounts. He's, uh...

He's skimmin' off the top.

How much?

Six hundred thousand, give or take 3,000. That's in seven accounts.

- How do they know? - Because I talked about it.

I carry pictures of the kids in my wallet.

Never mind dinner. Pack your things.

We're packed, Mom. We've been packed for two days.

I said get your things.

- We haven't finished yet. - Can't you see?

Leave the junk. Just take the clothes.

¿Qué clothes?

No!

I think the kids should eat something. It's almost ready now.

Don't argue with me, Ma.

We don't know who's coming here.

Jack told them about the kids.

He's got pictures in his wallet. He talks about us.

Okay.

Let's get the bags. Come on.

Are you sure you're sure?

- I know how sure I am. - But not to kids!

Tommy didn't have any kids. He was a bachelor. Jesus Christ.

You did something.

What's the matter with you?

Listen to me. I didn't do anything. I made a remark, that's all.

- When? - I don't know. A couple of weeks ago.

- That's why you couldn't sleep? - Yeah, that's why.

You think they heard you?

What do you mean, do I... I said it out loud.

Well, what did you say?

Listen, they asked me a question. I said...

I said I had it written down. Then I said I was only kidding, okay?

- I tried to get them not to believe me. - You told them you have the book?

Jesus!

Ma, get the kids ready! We're going!

Mom, please! Where are we going? I wanna know right now.

When I say we're leaving, we're leaving right now. Move!

Shh!

Take this.

What am I supposed to do with this? What the hell is it for?

- I'm not getting my eye blown off! - Shut up.

Do you need help? What's wrong, Dad?

- You shut up! - Shut up.

You're the one that got us into all of this!

It's Gloria.

Hi. Ran out of coffee.

Come in out of the hall. Hurry.

Hey, what are you doing with that gun?

What's going on here?

I think I came at a bad time.

Yeah, you came at a bad time! You came at a terrible time!

There are men downstairs.

We have every reason to believe that Jack's marked and I'm marked.

Joanie and Phil are marked, and Margarita's marked, and...

You gotta take the kids, Gloria.

Hey, Jeri, you know I'd do anything for you,

but I don't like kids.

I hate kids.

Especially yours.

You mind not talking about my kids that way?

Shut up. She's my friend.

She don't know how serious it is, all right?

Look,

Jack's an accountant for the mob.

He finked to the F.B.I., he's been skimming off the top,

and now the kids are marked.

Okay.

I think it's a good idea, Jack.

No. I...

There's a gangster in the lobby. They're right here in the building.

I think we oughta call the police.

Ma, just shut up. All right?

Okay, pal.

Okay, you wanna come with me?

I'm not going!

- Joan! Joan! - Joan!

Joanie!

Stay there.

Joanie, let go of that bedpost!

- I'm your mother! Let go of that bedpost! - Joan!

- Joan! - No, no, no! No!

Joan!

Come out of that bathroom! Give me the book.

Listen to me. Listen to me!

This book will save your life.

It's the Bible. It's everything I know about everything in the world.

Understand? It's your future.

Okay?

Go on.

Now listen to me.

Be a man.

Always be tough.

Don't trust anybody. Understand?

Yeah, Daddy.

I love you.

- Come on. - Joanie too.

Go now.

Come on.

Go on.

Go. Go on.

Come on, kid.

Go!

Come on.

Come on. Go with her. Now!

Go on!

Go! Go!

Go on!

Go on!

I don't know what to do.

Your father told you to come with me,

so come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Come on.

I've got some goldfish in the bedroom. You wanna play with them?

You wanna play "20 Questions"?

How about watching the TV for a while?

Can you understand what I'm saying to you?

Yes.

Yeah.

Where's my boy, huh?

Yeah.

Come on, big fella. Come on.

There's my baby.

Yeah.

You like him?

You like cats?

- Phil. - Phil, he wants to talk to you.

Yes, papi. You want me to come home?

Is my sister still there?

I love you too.

You're the man.

Phil, you're the head of the family.

Remember that. Will you remember that?

Let me speak to her, Phil.

Let me speak to her.

Let me speak to her!

He wants to speak to you, but I want to speak to him.

Yes?

Yes, Jack. I understand now.

Hello, papi. This is Phil. What's going on? Where's Mom?

I want to speak to you.

My sister.

I... I... I want my father.

Papi.

I... I want my father!

Papi!

I hate you, you... you... you stupid person.

Y-You're a pig!

Check on that, huh?

Check the bedroom.

Think of it...

You know, it's like a... like a dream.

You know how when you go to sleep sometime...

and you get killed in a nightmare or something and, uh...

You always wake up again, don't you? And you're somebody else, right?