the newsstand
didn't pay.
Here's your money, sir.
Look at that, he looks... Wow!
Come on, guys.
Come on, come on!
Well, make up your mind.
-Noodles, let's take the dollar.
-Yeah.
Skip. You go.
That one.
Him.
Hey, Sam, I'll see you next Thursday.
That one.
Are you nuts?
Bugsy said we could take the dollar
or we could roll a drunk.
Yeah, but he ain't even drunk yet.
We'll wait.
Well, you roll that one over there.
What's to roll? He drunk it all.
Bounce that little shikker.
Jacket.
It's Fartface.
Shit!
We should of took the dollar.
Coulda had ten hot coned beef sandwiches
on poppy seed rolls.
Look... The wagon'll hide us from Fartface.
Get ready!
Now!
Throw your jacket over him.
Hey, mister, you sick? Poor guy!
You'll be okay. Come on, I'll help ya.
Come on, up you go.
Now, you're worse than my Uncle Nathan.
Why do you want to get soused?
You can't even walk.
I'll take you home.
Go, mama.
Stop right there.
You! Yeah, I'm talking to you.
What the hell are you kids doing here?
-What are we kids doing here?
-We're getting it up the ass.
Yeah, getting screwed.
Is there a law against it?
Can you spare a dime for four poor little
pisherkehs that just got it up the ass?
Get out! Come on, get out of here.
Come on, get off the street.
Get off the street. Go ahead.
And don't come back.
I don't want to see you here again.
All right?
Hey, stop by for you later.
Yeah, but my turn at the John first.
My old man's praying
and my old lady's crying.
And the light's turned off.
What the hell should I go home for?
At least in here I can read.
-Where do you think you're going?
-Mama, don't get worked up.
You got pots to do.
I'll be right back, ma.
I gotta go to the can.
Hi, Peggy.
At least you could lock the door.
Don't you like it?
-I've seen better.
-You seen lots!
How many you seen?
I'll tell you how many. None.
Lemme see yours.
Looksi's, no feelsies.
Peggy, Peggy, l...
-You like it, don't you?
-Not for free I don't.
You bring me a charlotte russe
with whipcream...
and then you can do
anything you like.
Tomorrow. I'll bring it to you tomorrow.
I promisse.
-Look, I don't give credit.
-I promisse.
You'd better stop squeezing me
or I'm going to poop in my pants.
Well, you getting out?
Come on, come on.
Gimme six copies.
Drop your pants and
I'll stick it to you again.
What do you mean, again?
That's a long story.
And look what time it is.
It's already six thirty-four.
And I gotta go.
Boy, I got a lot of work to do.
Hold it a minute.
Now it's six thirty-five.
And I ain't got a damn thing to do.
Just you wait, asshole.
I'll do something with your time.
Since we're talking about time,
it looks like you're gonna break...
that lamp at six thirty-six.
-Where'd you pinch this?
-It's mine.
-Prove it.
-I gave it to him.
Oh, yeah.
Who the hell are you?
-Where you from?
-The Bronx.
And you give away watches?
He's my uncle.
And who gave it to you?
-My Uncle Nathan.
-My little brother.
Tell your uncle to stop
by the precinct.
-He's dead.
-Alcoholic.
In Kishnev, Poland.
Then he don't need it no more.
It's been requisitioned.
Requi... what's that mean?
Pinched, by him.
At sixty-thirty-seven.
Just remember,
I got my eye on you two.
I got my eye on you, too.
Take it! Take it! Take the lamp off.
I can't hold it.
Max.
Who's this?
My uncle.
That one! With the cream.
-The five cent one?
-Yeah.
For the two penny one
she only gives you a hand job.
I can do that myself.
Not that one... that one.
You sure?
Wrap it up pretty.
-Good morning. Is Peggy home?
-She's taking a bath.
That's great! Would you be
so kind as to tell her I'm here.
Hey, Ma.
Another bucket of water.
Wait.
What do you want?
Me?
Mama said you were looking for me.
Oh, yeh, no.
The guys told me to... eh...
-What?
-I'll come back some other time.
Noodles!
Noodles! Noodles!
Noodles!
Did you get it?
I think his asshole blinked
but we got him.
Nice