other
for Max's sake.
So why don't we just
get together once...
and do something for him.
And after that...
we can go back to being enemies.
You know... if you were
all in jail first...
there wouldn't be any bank job.
I got the idea
from your friend Max.
What do you mean?
He laughs at you,
makes fun of you.
He says, he says,
Eve has got you by the balls.
Every time you walk past this
place you shit in your pants.
You'd do anything for
the cops to pick you up...
so you wouldn't have to do
this job. It's that true, huh?
Well, then do it. Do it.
Put him in jail.
Put him in jail. Not long.
Just long enough so that he can
get the idea out of his mind.
If you can't stand
being away from him...
put yourself there, too.
Better off than being dead.
You know what to do.
And if you don't, I will.
Get out! Take a cab.
I'm busy. I got things to do.
Get out.
Noodles!
Make up your mind fast, huh?
What's the matter?
Aren't you having a good time?
Why are you going out tonight?
Why bother now that
prohibition is almost over?
Well, everybody's selling out.
We got some friends who have a lot
of booze they want to get rid of.
Practically nothing, so,
we figured why not.
I'm going to be gone for a while.
I'll be waiting at the hotel.
I like it when you come home
late and wake me up.
I'm not going to be
home tonight.
I might not be home
tomorrow either.
I thought these things only
take a couple of hours.
Ladies and gents...
I drink to the demise of
Fat Moe's Speakeasy.
I mean, who the hell wants to drink
here legally anyway, am I right?
Okay.
Come on, Moe, set' em up,
go on, get in there.
Here's mud in your eye.
Boys...
Let's drink to our
last shipment...
because there's more on board
tonight than just booze.
It's ten years of our lives.
Ten years that were
really worth living.
Noodles.
Noodles.
-L'Chaim.
-L'Chaim.
How long will I have to wait?
A year and a half, more or less.
Six months off for good behavior.
-What are you going to do?
-Don't ask.
Operator.
Police, please.
Fifth Precinct.
Sergeant Halloran.
Hello...
Who's speaking?
Can I help you? Hello.
I got a good tip for you.
-Yeah, who is it?
-It's Max. Open the door.
-What's the matter? You sick?
-No, I'm fine.
You don't look it.
Maybe you'd better
stay home tonight, huh?
Why?
You know, I've been
watching you all right.
You've been drinking
like a fish.
Trying to get your courage up?
We're only bringing in
a shipment of booze.
It's got so you're even
scared to do that.
Maybe you just better stay
home tonight. With Eve.
Hey, Maxie, everywhere you go,
I go, too. Remember that.
Maybe Sharkey was right.
Maybe I ought to just dump you.
-You're really crazy.
-Never say that!
Don't say it!
Max made fools of us, Noodles.
He wanted to die.
Did you know his old man
died in the nuthouse.
Max didn't want to end up
the same way.
So he put the idea in our heads
to tip off the cops.
And when they set the trap...
Max started shooting first.
Just to get himself killed.
Carol, what is this?
Opening night.
Fifteen years ago.
Who is this?
Patron saint of the place.
And an actress.
Do you know her?
No.
Hello, Deborah.
Aren't you going to say anything?
What is somebody
supposed to say after...
more than thirty years.
Well, how about, "How you
doing, you're looking good."
Or, "l was hoping I'd never
see you again."
I never thought I would.
There's a difference.
At least you recognized me,
that's something.
Actresses have good memories.
You wanna drink?
I'm having one.
Margo?
Yes, miss?
-That's all for now. You can go.
-All right, miss.
She called you miss.
You never got married?
No.
You live alone?
No.
Where were you?
I was out of town.
Have you been back long?
A couple of days.
Are you staying?
That depends.
Why do you want to see me?
Two reasons.
First, I wanted to see
if you did the right thing...
turning me down
to became an actress.
Well?