GoodFellas

What the fuck is that?

Jimmy?

- What's up? - Did I hit something?

What the fuck is that?

Maybe you got a flat.

What the fuck? Pull over.

He's still alive. You piece of shit!

Die, you motherfucker!

Look at me!

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

To me...

...being a gangster was better than being president of the United States.

Even before I went to the cabstand for an after-school job...

...I knew I wanted to be a part of them.

It was there that I knew I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody...

...in a neighborhood full of nobodies.

They weren't like anybody else. They did whatever they wanted.

They parked in front of hydrants and never got a ticket.

When they played cards all night...

...nobody ever called the cops.

Tony Stacks. How are you?

Tuddy Cicero.

Could this be the Canarsie kid?

Tuddy.

Tuddy ran the cabstand and the Bella Vista Pizzeria...

...and other places for his brother Paul, who was the boss of the neighborhood.

Paulie might have moved slow...

...but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.

It's your fault.

Yeah, it's your fault.

At first my parents loved that I found a job across the street from the house.

My father, who was Irish, was sent to work at the age of 11.

He liked that I got myself a job.

He always used to say that American kids were spoiled lazy.

Henry! Watch how you cross!

Bring back milk!

My mother was happy after she found out the Ciceros...

...came from the same part of Sicily as she did. To my mother...

...that was the answer to her prayers.

I was the luckiest kid in the world.

I could go anywhere, do anything.

I knew everybody, and everybody knew me.

Wiseguys would pull up and Tuddy would let me park their Cadillacs.

Here I am, this little kid, I can't even see over the steering wheel...

...and I'm parking Cadillacs.

But, it wasn't too long...

...before my parents changed their minds about my job at the cabstand.

For them, it was supposed to be a part-time job. But for me...

...it was definitely full time.

That's all I wanted to do.

People like my father could never understand, but I was part of something.

I belonged. I was treated like a grown-up.

Tell him 519.

Every day I was learning to score.

A dollar here, a dollar there. I was living in a fantasy.

Have a good day at school?

My father was always pissed off.

Pissed that he made such lousy money, that my brother...

...was in a wheelchair.

He was pissed that seven of us lived in such a tiny house.

Tell me about this.

A letter from school.

It says you haven't been there in months.

Months!

You're a bum!

Want to grow up to be a bum?!

After a while, he was mostly pissed because I hung around the cabstand.

He knew what went on there.

Every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. But by then, I didn't care.

The way I saw it...

...everybody takes a beating sometime.

I can't make any more deliveries.

You'll fuck everything up.

My dad says he'll kill me. Look.

Come with me.

Is that him there?

How about him?

- That's him. - Get him.

Excuse me.

- Scumbag. - Come here, you piece of shit.

Know this kid?

Know where he lives?

You deliver mail to his house?

From now on, any letter from school to his house comes directly here.

Understand?

Another letter from school goes to that kid's house...

...in the oven you'll go, head first.

That was it. No more letters from truant officers. No letters from school.

In fact, no more letters from anybody.

After a few weeks, my mother went to the post office to complain.

How could I go to school after that...

...and pledge allegiance and sit through good government bullshit?

Paulie hated phones. He wouldn't have one in his house.

Mickey called.

Call him back.

He got all his calls second hand. Then you'd have to call the people back.

Got a nickel? Get him on the phone.

There were guys, that's all they did all day, was take care of Paulie's calls.

For a guy who moved all day long...

...Paulie didn't talk to 6 people. With union problems...

...or a beef in the numbers...

...only the top guys spoke with Paulie about the problem.

Everything was one-on-one. Paulie hated conferences.

He didn't want anyone hearing what he said...

...or anyone listening to what he was being told.

Hundreds of guys depended on him, and he got a piece of everything they made.

It was a tribute, like in the old country, except they were doing it in America.

All they got from Paulie was protection from the guys trying to rip them off.

That's what it's all about. That's what the FBI could never understand.

What Paulie and the organization does...

...is protect people who can't go to the cops. That's it.

They're like the police department for wiseguys.

People looked at me differently, and they knew I was with somebody.

I didn't have to wait in line at the bakery on Sunday morning for fresh bread.

The owner knew who I was with and no matter how many people were waiting...

...I was taken care of first.

Our neighbors stopped parking in our driveway, even though we had no car.

At 13...

...I was making more money than most of the grown-ups in the neighborhood.

I had it all.

One day...

One day, some neighborhood kids carried my mother's groceries all the way home.

Know why?

It was out of respect.

What do you think?

Aren't my shoes great?

You look like a gangster.

They shot me. Help!

Henry, shut the door.

That was the first time I had ever seen anyone shot.

Can't have that in here. Jesus Christ!

I can't have that in this joint.

I remember feeling bad about the guy, but also...

...feeling maybe Tuddy was right.

I knew Paulie didn't want anyone dying in the building.

You're a real jerk. You wasted 8 fucking aprons on this guy.

What's wrong with you? I got to toughen this kid up.

It was a glorious time.

And wiseguys were all over the place.

It was before Apalachin and before Crazy Joe...

...decided to take on a boss and start a war.

It was when I met the world.

And it was when I first met Jimmy Conway.

He couldn't have been more than 28 or 29 at the time, but he was already a legend.

He'd just walk in and everybody who worked the room went wild.

He'd give a doorman $100 for opening the door.

He'd give hundreds to the dealers and guys who ran the games.

The bartender got $100 for keeping ice cubes cold.

The Irishman is here to take you Guineas' money.

- Want a drink? - Give me a 7 and 7.

Meet the kid Henry.

Keep them coming.

Jimmy was one of the most feared guys in the city.

He was first locked up at 11, and doing hits for mob bosses at 16.

Hits never bothered Jimmy. It was business.

But what Jimmy really loved to do, what he really loved to do was steal.

He actually enjoyed it.

Jimmy was the kind of guy who rooted for the bad guys in movies.

Give me your wallet.

You might know who we are, but we know who you are.

He was one of the biggest highjackers...

...of booze, cigarettes, razor blades, shrimp and lobsters.

Shrimp and lobsters were best.

They went fast.

Almost all of them were gimmies. They just gave it up, no problem.

They called him Jimmy the Gent.

Help the lady.

Drivers loved him. They used to tip him off...

...about the really good loads, of course, everybody got a piece.

Thanks, I'll be back for the rest later.

Henry, come here.

Meet Tommy.

Youse gonna be working together, okay? Good.

Jimmy, you get anything good?

And when the cops assigned a whole army to stop Jimmy, what did he do?

He made them partners.

I'd complain, but who'd listen?

- What do you need? - Two Luckys.

What are you doing?

- It's all right. - Who says? Your mother?

How many you need?

- Where'd you get the cigarettes? - Get him out of here.

- It's okay. - It's not okay!

- You don't understand. - You don't understand. Store's closed.

- Henry got pinched. - Where?

By the factory.

Henry Hill. The People of the State of New York vs. Henry Hill.

Docket #704162.

Yes, sir. That's me.

Just stand there. Now stay there.

Proceed.

Congratulations.

A graduation present.

- Why? I got pinched. - Everyone does. You did it right.

- You told them nothing. - I thought you'd be mad.

I'm not mad, I'm proud of you.

You took your first pinch like a man,

and learned the two greatest things in life.

Look at me.

Never rat on your friends...