from outside to handle it.
I mean he just found out that
they're going to move these...
Diamonds to Holland
in a few days.
So something came
up right away.
You understand?
Hey, Joe...
tell these guys
the story about...
the pussy being insured.
What is it?
Insured?
Tell these guys how you stumped
on this whole thing.
-No, no, no.
-Tell 'em the story.
Uh, come on.
Pussy insurance.
Insurance pussy. What is it?
Tell them that story.
Life is stranger than shit,
that's all.
It's a pisser. No big story.
I got this insurance agent,
this Jew kid named David.
He used to call me at
every policy in the world.
Every policy name it.
The dogs, house, wife, life...
I'm drinking with the boys
and he comes in with his wife.
A pretty brunette, with a nice ass...
who works for a jeweler.
And he's still on the hustle...
this guy.
And so I wink at the guys
and I say: Look...
the most serious policy
that should be...
you don't have me covered for.
He goes, "What's that, Joe?"
Cock insurance.
You make me a policy
that when it don't work...
I get a payment,
I'll write out a check now.
He thinks, "Oh, I don't know
if there actuality gauges...
governing this,
but we can make a policy."
He says,
"But you got to guarantee...
that you're in good health now."
Well, that's super, you know,
I says, look, leave her with me...
come back and see
if it stands up then...
you know I'm in good health
to begin with, right?
The jerk leaves her. I screw her.
Not only that, she likes it...
and she tells me, she blabs
when her boss, the jeweler...
is shipping stones to Holland...
where he keeps his stash...
in a little drawer in the safe
everything in the world.
Can't ask for more, right?
Except one better.
I never paid the first premium
on the new "cock".
Cock insurance.
Life is funnier than shit.
But...
be easy with the girl.
I mean that,
be easy with the girl.
Oh, my God!
Open it.
Who has gotten in?
Well, you had to go
and be a hero, huh?
-Open it.
-No.
Open it.
No, don't hurt him!
Don't hurt him. You bastard!
You animal! You asshole!
-Come on.
-What do you mean?
-Come on, hit me. Hit me.
-Are you crazy?
Come on, straighten up
and fly right.
I'm all right.
Let me make it look real.
Make it look real.
-Knock it off.
-I'm all right. Let go.
Come on, cut the act.
Hit me.
She said, hit her.
Go ahead, rap her in the mouth.
-I said, hit me! Hit me!
-I'll hit you.
-You animal!
-Put a cork in her.
Don't! No! No!
You dirty bastard!
Bastard!
Try the secret compartment.
Atta boy!
Thanks.
Lots of matzo balls.
Look at that.
Okay, better wrap 'em up.
We're going. You coming?
Coming.
-Morning.
-Did you get the stones?
Pay him.
-Any trouble?
-No trouble. Kid stuff.
You okay?
How come you didn't tell me?
Being inside can change you.
I'd already made the deal
with Frankie to get rid of Joe.
With a man like McNaulty
you don't say yes
and then say no.
I could not take the chance...
you'd change your mind.
Understand?
Well, you're right.
I would have said no.
Frankie McNaulty is
as big as they come.
He's got the combination
in the palm of his hand.
If we're not careful he's going
to have us in the palm of his hand.
You don't get nowhere alone.
I thought you were the guy that
said you didn't like bosses.
It sounded like a good idea then.
It still is.
Let's just think about it.
They're gonna ask us...
to come with them.
There's a lot in it for us.
Today they asked us
to get rid of Joe.
Tomorrow they ask me
to get rid of you.
Is that okay with you?
'Cause it's not okay with me.
All right.
Let's just forget about it.
Wanna go for a swim?
Yeah, let's go for a swim.
All right, what are you doing?
Noodles, don't fuck around.
-What are you doing?
-Hey.
You crazy?
Shit!
District Attorney, James Lister,
was killed in an explosion...
of a car belonging to
Secretary of Commerce Bailey...
as he was leaving
the secretary's Long