leave.
You dancing?
-You asking?
-I'm asking.
I'm dancing.
and you've to keep yourself from
going crazy.
You have to get yourself up on the
outside world.
Let's not think about it.
Let the world.
You know, years that
went by it seemed.
No time at all because
you're not doing anything.
But there were two things
I couldn't get out of my mind.
And one of them was Dominic.
The way he said...
"l slipped."
Just before he died.
And the other was you.
How you used to read me
the Song of Songs, remember?
"How beautiful are your feet in
sandals, O Prince's daughter."
I used to read the Bible every night.
Every night I used to think about you.
"Your navel's a bowl well-rounded.
with no lack of wine."
"Your belly a heap of wheat
surrounded with lilies."
"Your breasts...
Clusters of grapes."
"Your breath...
sweet-scented as apples."
Nobody's going to love you
the way I love you.
There were times I couldn't
stand it any more.
Then I used to think about you.
I think Deborah lives. She's out there.
She exists. And that would
get me through it all.
Do you know how
important that was to me?
Noodles, I'm leaving tomorrow.
I have to go to Hollywood.
I wanted to see you tonight
to tell you.
No.
No!
No!
Please, no, no please...
No! No! No, please!
No, no!
Please, no, no.
No!
-Deborah.
-Get away! Get away!
I'll be right back.
Take her home.
Take her home.
All aboard!
Well... Iook who's back.
What's this?
It's a throne.
A gift to a Pope. Cost me
eight hundred bucks.
It's from the seventeenth
century.
So what are you doing with it?
I'm sitting in it.
-Merch, you got any coffee around?
-Yes.
Thanks.
While you were on vacation,
we were working overtime.
The union paid off.
That's your share.
Yeah. Even that geek.
You know, Jimmy "Clean Hands".
He respects us.
Hey... I shed a little blood
for the cause.
Here it's all in the papers. One
in Telegraph, they didn't like it.
"Underworld joins strikers
in brutal battle."
But the Post, they liked it.
"Ends justify means in
decisive gangland encounter."
And they're the ones that
kvetched about the Atlantic City Job.
Newspaper guys they never
know what the fuck they want.
-Well, you could have looked for me.
-We did.
Cockeye found you at the Chink's.
So fucking doped up you
didn't even recognize him.
There you were.
You called me... Deborah.
Schweik!
Hey, go fuck yourself.
Mind your own business.
We do our fucking business together
and broads do not get in the way.
-And you know it.
-Oh, yeah? What she doing here?
Today ain't Saturday.
She should be back in Detroit...
screwing on the assembly line.
Well, she's screwing here now.
And only with Max..
Oh, yeah. With her husband
Peeping through the keyhole?
No, I left him.
You live with her...
and you tell me not mess with broads.
-You forgetting about one thing.
-What's that?
-I don't give a fuck about her.
-Max...
Shut up! Shut up!
Where are you going to spend
your honeymoon in a cathouse?
-Max, I wanna...
-Shut the fuck out!
Just shut up!
Want me to dump her?
You want me to kick her
fucking ass out?
Want me too, or what?
Get the fuck out !
Don't I have a way with women?
Hello!
-It's Jimmy. Max?
-It's Noodles.
Okay, listen. We are going
to need you guys today.
I'm gonna make a tough
speech and I think...
Go! Go!
Start the engine!
Mr. Gallagher want us to know how much
he appreciates what you did for him.
There's an envelope for the both of you.
We've gotta complete the job.
I'll let you know.
Wiped out by a blast .
of Cordon Rouge.
What will Crowning and his
bosses say after that, huh?
Yeah.
Listen, Jim. Never would be
afraid of you then, would they?
Well, they're still not
afraid of me.
It was you boys that
scared'em off.
And you didn't want these guys.
Aren't you lucky you got party...
Ieaders like myself
who care about the union.
The strike is settled; we won.
That's what counts.
Isn't that right,