Street People (Gli esecutori)

Thanks, Mario. Hello, there, how are you?

Good morning.

-Bonjour, Francesco. -Hello, Ulysses. Hi, Pete.

Sorry I'm late. The streets are jammed.

Crazy drivers.

But why didn't you have Pete shoot one or two,

that way they'll learn to get out of the way.

Pete don't shoot anybody anymore, do you, Pete?

What does he do, bite them on the neck?

I send them flowers and candy.

Be sure he don't send you any.

What do you have for me, councilor?

I need your signature on a few things.

The first is a new tax shelter deal.

You and I... Now, this will be investing to $240,000 over the next five years

to a built a computer center in Dallas.

With you, a list to the Panavian Oil Company.

-Is that good? -Good?

Well, for $240,000 you'll get to deduct 680,000

from your income tax over the next five years.

And after five years you'll have a cut.

You know, that's terrific, Ulysses. Is it legal?

Oh, forget I asked.

You should read it first. I take your word.

What's this?

-The new taxi driver's agreement. -Are they happy?

They're screaming.

Then it's a good deal.

Pete could always send them flowers and candy.

The last is the lease on this office building.

Lease my ass. I own it.

You'll be leasing it from yourself as an office building for the alliance.

Taxes, you want me to explain it?

Hell, no. I wouldn't understand half of it.

Smartest thing I ever did was to get you out of the Sicily

into that English law school.

Being half English, half Sicilian, it was a good break for both of us.

Pretty soon, I can quit to live like a human being.

You tried that five years ago. But this time, god damn it, I'll do it.

No, don't worry about Pete, he's my man all the way.

Even out of this jungle, huh, Pete?

I hope he's right Pete. Stick to sending candy.

For you father. Father.

They're beautiful indeed.

-Francis is across the street. -I know.

Somebody said he might come down to welcome the cross if he had time.

-Why don't you walk over and say hello? -Are you kidding?

He hasn't talked with me for years and you know it.

Pater et Filius

et Spiritu sanctu, Amen.

Fate presto.

-What about them? -To hell with them, come on.

What did that set you back?

What the hell is the difference? A few thousand would change.

It's something nice for the guys in the halibut fleet.

Something nice for you too, Salvatore.

I'm an uncle.

I'm an uncle.

I'm an uncle.

Hey Joe, I'm an uncle.

Shh, quiet, Salvatore.

I'm an uncle.

What is it, Sal, a baby girl? I bet it's a girl.

No, a boy, Joe. A boy, Joe.

Fine strong bones. He's a big as me.

We're gonna call him Ulysses.

It feels good to do a little something, don't it?

-I always feel good. -Oh, yeah.

I can tell.

There's got to be at least a million dollar's worth of dope here.

At least? Oh, man.

-Taste good? -Hey, I'll be stoned for a week.

Hey, captain, the priest is here.

Is this yours, father? Yes, well, I mean, no. I'm sorry.

It was a gift from Sicily, you know, for the fishermen,

for the blessing of the fishermen to get a big catch.

Many of the man here have come from Sicily.

-Whose idea was it, father? -I don't know.

Look, if you brought this eight thousand miles for a celebration,

it must've been somebody's idea.

It was of course but it was an anonymous gift.

The whole idea came in a letter. I still have it.

I'll give it to you. It was just signed, a friend.

Is the cross damaged?

The cross is fine, it's okay but every junky in San Francisco

is gonna have a really good season.

-Who was the benefactor? -He was anonymous.

He? Why not a woman?

Somebody sends a priceless crucifix

from a village in Sicily and you say he?

-I assume they were... -There were rumors?

Some gossip among the fishermen?

No real gossip, your eminence.

Who?

It was just a whisper. I didn't believe it for a moment.

Perhaps you don't want to believe it.

-No, eminence. -Then repeat the whisper to me.

Salvatore Francesco.

What the hell is this? What does it mean?

I'll kill him.

I'll kill this son of a bitch. I'll kill him.

Shut up. Let me sleep, please.

Who did this to me? Who did this? Who did this?

-Don't ask me, Sal. -Where's Pete?

Still asleep.

Oh, still asleep? Get him up.

Take me to Francesco. He's busy right now.

Pete, who the hell is it?

Frank?

Frank, I didn't know.

You swine.

You filthy excuse for a man

To use the cross of the church where we once prayed together.

You have no...

-You have done this despicable way. -No, my Frank.

-You're a murderer. A coward. -No.

You've always been a murderer.

But Frank, no.

You've always been a murderer.

But Frank, honest to God...

Don't soil His name with your lips.

-No. -Get down on your knees.

But listen to me, Frank.

On your knees.

No way you can expunge this if you beg forgiveness for a thousand years.

You are excommunicated from the sacraments.

Your soul is doomed to purgatory.

I'll never forgive you.

Once, I could pray for you Salvatore Francesco, no more.

May God have mercy on you.

-Were the eggs okay? -Oh, you're getting closer.

I'll get it.

-It could be important. -I'm sure it is.

Hannah, when you pass your bar exams,

one of the first practical lessons you will learn as a lawyer

is to avoid answering the phone whenever possible.

Feel like doing some work?

Why not?

Well, in that case, you can file these Francesco contracts.

It should've been done yesterday.

And cancel my appointments.

Tell them I've gone to Tijuana for the bullfights.

The bullfights? That's terrible.

So, is your cooking.

What's happening?

There's a call, Charlie.

Something terrible has happened to your grandmother.

Shit.

Something terrible must have happened to her.

She's been dead for 15 years.

Check the oil, baby, will you?

-Hello? -Charlie?

-Yeah. -What's the matter with you?

Well, hello, your grace. How are you?

Fine. I want you to come up to San Francisco.

-There's a job on. -You got a good one, huh?

-I hope it's not like Chicago. -No, it's not like Chicago.

Well, what about Pittsburg?

-This will be a goodie. -Uh-huh?

-It's a lot of bread. I give you my word. - How much?

A million.

Your humbleness, I will see you in 24 hours. Bye.

Say, by the way, how did I do?

Terrific, you were number two.

That's not good enough. Ciao.

The fat one who looks like a fire hydrant is Max Murder.

Now, he owns the south base.

Main interests on loan tracking, extortion,

a truck line that moves stolen property from city to city

and on occasional murder.

Sounds like a wonderful fellow.

Well, everybody's got to have a hobby. Who's the black dude?

Oh, that's Jack Greenwood. He looks like a pimp

but he's really an accountant. Graduated first in his class at Berkeley.

He runs a numbers operation on the ghetto.

The white head one who looks like Santa Clause,

he's into gambling.

Big contacts in Vegas. Vented his appearance for you is a Killer.

I don't know if he's into drugs but he's certainly got the muscle

and the machinery for it.

All the numbers' runners are on the streets.

Have they made contact with you yet?

No. But they will unless they start shooting instead of talking.

Things haven't changed a bit, have they, Ulysses?

That's right. Put another dime in.

Whatever you say old maestro.

But after this you will allow me to kiss your feet.

You can kiss my ass.

We have a problem.

Our friend Salvatore feels that he's been betrayed.

Someone used the general's gesture of his to bring it to the country,

set in counter-band material without Salvatore's knowledge

or his agreement using our church.

This brought disgrace and embarrassment to his family.

And he feels particularly upset,

because there are a lot of ways to do this

without taking advantage of a friend or a business associate.

Look, Joe.

If you think somebody here brought him that load of shit, say so.

No one is making accusations.