off?
I just do.
- You never did before.
- Please, Arnold.
(Indistinct commentary )
(Door slams )
(lift bell rings )
(Thunder crashes )
- Where is everybody?
- I don't know, man.
All Angel said
was meet at Waldbaum's.
- Is this the right Waldbaum's?
- Yeah, I'm positive.
You just watch my back,
and I'll watch yours.
- What are we supposed to do now?
- Hey.
Everyone and their mother.
The truck's gonna be here.
Back up.
Back up.
(All cheering)
(Cheering)
(Arguing)
(Horn honking)
Come back!
Stupid fuckin' junkie!
We're fucked! We are fucked.
Sitting in that hot-ass sun
while we sit here ass deep
in motherfuckin' snow.
What if we went down there?
- Are you serious?
- Why not?
What the fuck are you sayin'?
We ask some room clerk at some hotel
for a connection?
You saying you can't nose out
some dope when it's around?
Man, we got nothin' to lose.
It's wide open.
And if we get there right away
we can name our own price,
and have those fools
cover the street for us.
Yeah, man. last summer was
a motherfuckin' ball, huh, Jim?
Just seems like a thousand years ago
since last summer, man.
It'll be like that again, man.
I could get Angel
to get us a short...
if we promise him
some dynamite scag.
(Chuckles )
(Distant beeping)
(Beeping)
(Beeping fades )
(Beeping)
(Crash)
Thank God. Where have you been?
Where the hell you think I've been?
- Where's the score?
- We had a bit of a problem.
I mean, everything was goin' good,
and then...
- some dumb-ass junkie...
- Did what?
Some dumb-ass junkie did what?!
You fucked up?!
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You promised it was gonna be OK.
I fucked that sleaze-bag.
I put myself through hell for you!
- There's nothing out there!
- I don't give a shit! Fucking loser!
You wanna be sure
we have some extra?
Ty told me about a guy
holding some weight.
But he ain't sellin' it!
(Ty ) 'Yeah?'
- Gimme that guy's number.
- 'What guy?'
- The guy who likes broads!
- 'Why?'
Just gimme the number!
'All right. 934-8777.'
You worried so much,
go fix yourself up with him!
You won't have to fuckin' wait
and I won't freeze my ass off!
- Fuck you.
- (Door slams )
(Crash)
'All right, we got a winner.'
- 'We got a winner.'
- 'We got a winner.'
- 'We got a winner.'
- 'We got a winner.'
'She's beautiful, with a winning
sense of humour and smile.
'She'll win your heart!
'From Brighton Beach, Brooklyn,
'please give a juicy welcome
to our own Mrs Sara Goldfarb!'
(Audience ) 'Juice by Sara!
Juice by Sara! Ohh, Sara!'
(Crash)
'Ohh, Sara!'
(TV Sara ) 'It's a pleasure
to be here.'
'It's a pleasure to have you.
And that is one smashing dress.'
(Cheering)
'Thank you. Tappy. I would like to
say hello to my husband, Seymour,
'and my beautiful,
successful son Harold...'
(Crash)
'I hope you're in love.
'Please come and see me,
and bring Marion, won't you?'
'I'm sure he'll be here soon.
'It's almost that time.
Are you ready?'
'I'm ready, Tappy.'
(Gasps )
'Not to worry. Not to worry.'
What are you doing here?
Why are you here?
- What do you want?
- Oh, Tappy!
'Join us in creating excellence.
'Oh, I thought you'd never ask.'
(Audience gasp )
look at this.
- It's disgusting.
- What do you expect?
- (laughing)
- Could you do any better?
look at this.
It's an old building.
It hasn't been painted in years.
I'm old! Alone!
You don't understand.
Please. I'll explain.
(Audience laughing)
(laughing)
(Crash)
(Gasps )
What is that? No, I don't want that!
What are you doing?
Get away from me!
- Ready, Mrs Goldfarb.
- What?
Three, two...
- ( # latin American music)
- What am I supposed to do ?
(Very deep voice ) Feed me!
Feed him yourself.
- (Together) Feed me, Sara.
- Feed me, Sara.
- (Growling)
- (Audience ) Feed me, Sara!
(All) Feed me, Sara! Feed me, Sara!
(Chanting continues )
I just wanna be on television!
Please!
(Screaming)
(Continuous beep from TV)
(Harry ) Thank you, Angel.