The Brooklyn Banker

- It was a very special time.

That year, that month, that moment

would change our lives forever.

Joe Pepperton, strike ins.

Month of June, 1969.

Six.

Homers?

- Month of June? - Month of June.

- 1969? - 1969.

- 11. - 11?

Who the hell do you think he is, Ron Swoboda?

Santo.

Five.

The man's the best.

How about... - How about

you go downstairs and get some ice, and stop breakin' balls.

Nah, the kid's okay.

Leave him alone, Chick.

Here you go.

Thanks, Santo.

- Now do as your grandfather says, all right?

Look at that.

Gin.

- You should be ashamed of yourself,

takin' advantage of a man my age.

- Well, you know, it's not my fault you suck at cards.

- You do, Philly, you suck at cards.

- I don't suck at cards, you little prick.

I'm just distracted.

You're distracted?

- Yeah, it's 100 degrees in this joint.

I'm dyin' here.

- Well, here you go, go buy yourself a beer, Dracula.

- Yeah, I got your Dracula right here.

I should bite your nose off.

Just because you get promoted,

don't think I can't give you a smack.

You too,.

Now count the points.

All right.

All right, it's...

It's one ace.

Two aces, that's two.

That's two kings, that's 10.

- All right, look here, it's 34 points plus 25 for gin.

That's a total of 59 points, yep?

I know.

- For Christ's sake, Nicky, let Santo do it.

I got it.

All right, so we add that to the first game.

That's...

134 points for the 1st game.

The 2nd game's schide.

That's 112 plus 100, 64 and 1/3.

Right.

Oh Count, you got troubles.

At a nickel a point, you're into him for...

- It's $21.05. - Exactly.

- Santo, The Hand wants to see you.

No runs, no hits.

No Red Sox and nobody left on base.

The score again

The Yankees, nothing, and the Red Socks coming to bat.

Well, the big season for summer driving

- What do you mean The Hand wants to see me?

- He wants to see you about your bank.

About my bank?

About your bank.

- How does he know I work for a bank?

- What are you talkin' about?

Who don't know you work for a bank?

Oh, you told him I for a bank.

What are you sayin'?

This is good for us.

- No, no, no, no, no this is not good for us.

It's not good, Benny.

This is not good.

I don't even want him to know my name.

I don't want him to know anything about me.

I wanna walk down the street, I wanna see him,

I wanna nod, I wanna keep walkin'.

That's it, I don't wanna know him.

- Well, I don't know now, he wants to see you.

- Oh, you are fucking unbelievable.

- I thought I was doin' a good thing.

Anyway, we gotta go.

We gotta go.

Here you go, Manny.

Here's the ginger from Fat Sal.

The fat fuck came up 250 short.

Wait for me back there.

Santo, how nice of you to come.

Please, sit.

Mr. Mistera.

Manny.

Manny.

This is Carmine.

- I'll be outside if you need me.

So,

Your father-in-law tells me you're a big shot at the bank.

No, I'm no big shot.

I'm really a nobody.

Come on.

Vice President, don't be modest.

- You know, Manny, it's a big bank.

There's a lot of vice presidents in such a big bank.

- You underrate yourself, don't underrate yourself.

- You see this piece of shit here?

He's into me for 60 grand.

He gives me cashier's checks.

Where am I goin' with cashier's checks?

Yeah, they can be traced.

Someone can ask about them.

Then...

We're gonna have trouble.

And that wouldn't be good for anybody.

So,

what do you say?

About what?

Can you get 'em cashed?

- Manny, I'm sorry, I can't, I can't cash your checks.

Santo, the checks are good.

Shut the fuck up.

- Yeah, I could take a few and I could check 'em out.

See if there's a trace, you know.

But you gotta understand somethin', Manny.

You know, they could be good one day,

that doesn't mean that they're gonna be good the next week.

Don't worry about it.

Here, take 'em all.

- Please, I don't want to take $60,000

of your cashier's checks.

Hey, I know your father-in-law

over 100 years, and he swears up and down for you.

So don't worry about it.

You know, Benny tells me

you're some kind of a mathematician.

You're like a walking fucking calculator.

Is that right?

That's a gift.

It's a real gift.

When were you born?

When was I born?

Yeah.

May 1st, 1938.

Taurus.

What time? - What time what?

- What time were you born?

What time was I born?

I don't know.

Yeah, but I can find out.

You do that.

You come back, you tell me.

Yeah, sure.

Good.

How long is this gonna take you?

A few days.

Good.

Come back Wednesday at 9:00.

Yeah, okay.

- Boy, lookin' at you is somethin'.

It's like lookin' at your father.

My father?

Yeah.

Carlo was the best.

May he rest in peace.

Hey.

Thank you, Santo.

I owe you.

Hey, yo, where you goin'?

This is good for us.

Are you outta your mind?

Don't you give a shit about your grandkids, huh?

Or your daughter, my wife?

You know what happens if I fuck this up?

No, this is good.

- I told you I didn't want him to know anything about me.

Now he wants to know my birthday.

- So what, he , who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Benny, no, I don't need this shit, all right.

I heard the last guy that got in trouble The Hand

has no hands.

Or a fuckin' head for that matter.

Complete exaggerations.

Please, Benny, huh?

I get pinched, I'm gonna lose my job.

Then they're gonna wanna know where I got the checks from.

Then what do I say, then what to I say?

Manny The Hand gave them to me to see if they're hot

because Basta Cuputto is the dumbest fuckin' bookie

in Brooklyn.

- You worry too much, this is a good thing.

Hey.

Where you goin'?

To figure this out.

Don't tell your uncle.

- Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- I haven't got all your money yet, here we go.

Come on.