gonna be an actor.
Look, Diavolo,
just cut the Sidney Poitier
impressions, okay?
They'll call me Mr. Diavolo!
Fine.
[Tires screeching]
Hey, wait a second, man.
What the fuck's
going on here?
Who is it?
It says "Mom's."
That's one of Mom's cars.
(Diavolo)
Hey, man, where the fuck
you get your driver's license?
[Horn honking]
Hey, Smooth!
Yeah, here's
the Yul Brynner clones.
Hey, Smooth Walker!
Me?
Yeah, you,
you son of a bitch!
Mom wants to see you!
Silly me, I thought we were
in the middle of
a motorcade here.
Aren't you boys on your way
to the Cue-ball Convention?
Yeah, you...
Hey, man.
Watch it, asshole.
Just be cool
and drive, okay?
Keep your eyes
on the road.
Say, I just had
this motherfucker
washed and waxed?
Be cool.
Say, Boss,
you want me to
lose these assholes?
[Tires screeching]
Come on, get out.
Let's go, Kingfish.
Mom's waiting.
Take it easy on the suit.
You want
the Asshole of the Year Award?
You got my vote, okay?
Take it easy, Johnny.
Okay, guys, listen,
I can walk by myself, okay?
What are you guys,
training wheels?
Hi, Mom. Pleasure
to see you, as always.
You owe me $80,000.
Uh, $60,000.
I'm a couple of months behind.
$80,000.
$20,000 extra is
a late-payments penalty.
There are lots of
other penalties, you know?
Look, Mom, I'm doing my best.
I mean, I got overhead...
Shut up!
The only reason
you're walking around
with both knees
is 'cause
you got a class act.
I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.
You give me your money,
the girls,
everything else you've got.
We'll call it even.
What about me?
I'll let you live.
Quiet.
Mom, I mean,
you know how things work
in this town.
If it was up to me alone,
I'd be thrilled
to settle this thing
with you,
but, well,
l... I got a new partner.
Another partner?
This guy,
this dude from Detroit.
Uh, he just moved in on me.
Detroit? Are you kidding?
I know people in Detroit.
Not this guy.
I mean, he's too big.
He's too bad.
He's as bad as you are.
Maybe even badder.
(Smooth)
I'm scared, Mom,
and that's why I... I go
along with the Doctor.
The Doctor?
Yeah, Doctor.
Doctor...
Detroit.
I don't know if
he's really from Detroit,
maybe that's just
a handle he uses.
You mean you
let this jerk-off
muscle in on Mom?
Just let him in without...
Just let him in?
I'm scared, Mom.
He's a scary guy.
I gotta meet this Doctor.
I'll... I'll see if I can
arrange a meeting,
but do me a favor, Mom.
Just leave me out of it.
I've suffered enough.
Okay, boys, turn him loose.
If he gets out of line,
you can have him for lunch.
Get the fuck
out of here!
Diavolo.
Where to, Boss?
Australia, South Pole,
China, okay?
I gotta stop and get gas,
you know that.
Just drive, okay. Please?
[Horn honking]
[Siren wailing]
[Tires screeching]
Hey, man,
I hate to say this again
but you got your little fuzzy
white ass in a crack.
And you know there
isn't any Doctor Detroit.
You just pissed
away the money.
Please, I know what I did.
I am trying to
figure a way out!
Yeah, okay, okay, well,
you just remember that you
didn't spend any
of that money on me.
It doesn't matter, bro.
You are in this with me.
I'm not going down alone.
Wait a second, man,
what are you talking about?
It's not my fault that you
spent all that money
on those clothes, shoes,
this big gas-guzzling tank,
and that penthouse of yours.
Diavolo, I didn't
say it was your fault,
I said it was your problem.
Now we have to find
ourselves a patsy, okay?
Well, what kind of
patsy you talking about?
I don't know.
Somebody who could be
Doctor Detroit,
whatever the hell that is.
A yo-yo.
Where are you gonna
find a geek like that?
(man #1)
Yep, yep, how was it?
(man #2)
Terrible.
"Mulligatawny soup,
lamb vindaloo,
alu parathas, saag"...
All on the special.
Perfect.
Excuse me, please.
Pardon me, sir.
Guptar!
Mr. Skridlow, welcome.
Namaste.
Namaste.
Please, this way.
Mr.