House Of Strangers

- Fresh tomatoes!

Fresh tomatoes!

Any old clothes.

I cash.

I cash clothes.

Any old clothes.

I cash clothes.

I cash. I cash.

I cash clothes.

Who do you wanna see?

The president, the first vice president

and the second vice president.

- Do you have an appointment?

- For seven years.

Maybe I can help you?

Welcome home, Max.

Welcome home.

- Good to see you, Max.

- Boy, we sure missed you.

It's about time. Come on. Let's sit down.

We've got lots to talk about.

- Sit right here, Max.

- How about some wine, Max?

Good, we'll all have some.

Here, have a cigar. Hmm?

You look great, Max.

Never looked better, did he, Joe?

Yeah, he's even got a good tan.

Just in time for lunch.

We'll go to Luigi's. Nice thick steaks.

- Food can wait.

- Remember Luigi's, Max?

Taste that. The best.

First thing you need are some new clothes.

Have I got a tailor.

- Uptown, shoulders.

- When Max wants clothes, he'll buy clothes.

When he wants to eat, he'll eat.

Maybe there's other things

he wants first.

Max knows what he wants.

Didn't he always?

And it all costs money.

Everything costs money, huh, Max?

Here's a thousand dollars.

I notice you got the painting of Pa

hanging downstairs.

It's a copy of the one

at the house.

It's a nice touch.

A bank should always hang paintings

of the dead men who started them.

Gives them a sense of,

uh, tradition.

Like this one.

This bank stinks with tradition.

Max, Pa's been dead

five years. Let it rest.

- Take the money, Max.

- Where's Ma living?

I called the house.

There was no answer.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Doesn't she live

at the big house anymore?

- She moved.

- Where?

- Back on Mulberry Street.

- Why?

Who knows? We kept the big house

for her just as it was.

She won't go near it.

Come on, drink up.

We've got a whole bottle to kill.

I kinda lost my taste

for champagne.

Cigars too.

A big, rich bank.

Must be quite a responsibility.

Lots of big, rich worries.

You know something, Joe?

You look worried.

Me? I've got nothing to worry about.

I got nothing. Period.

- How's Maria?

- Fine.

- Is she still as beautiful?

- Yeah.

You know, being married

has got its worries too.

Especially to a beautiful girl

like Maria.

Does she ever ask about me?

- I must come up to dinner soon.

- Anytime, Max.

That's a nice family

you've got, Joe.

Two kids.

Blondes like their mother.

How good time

has been to you.

To all three of you.

Tony's got Maria,

two blonde kids who hate spaghetti.

Pietro, second vice president.

I can remember when your greatest ambition

was 50 bucks for six rounds.

Yes, time has been more

than good to you.

But tell me, why do you all

look so worried?

- What do you want, Max?

- Seven years. I want 'em back.

- How much?

- I told ya.

- It's not working, Max.

You're not scaring anyone.

- I want seven years back.

I'll see you, brothers.

Better take the money.

It's all you get.

I'll bust his head.

- He's out for blood.

- He'll get blood.

Plenty of blood.

- Who you calling?

- Angelino.

We don't need Angelino.

We're gonna keep it

in the family where it belongs.

Where it's always been.

A man who throws away money

is a big worry.

A big problem.

Max.

Saturday night.

How come you're home

on a Saturday night?

You don't ask girls

questions like that.

If you must know,

nobody asked me.

That always was

your trouble- unpopular.

I guess you've been alone

every night.

Nobody's that unpopular.

- Who?

- Anyone to kill time with.

- You've had a lot of time to kill.

- And a lot of time-killers.

Have you seen your brothers?

- I had to see them before anything.

- And?

Don't be like that, Max,

especially not tonight.

How'd you expect me to be, full of jokes?

Happy Max? Laughing boy?

It's over. Seven years passed

and gone. Forget them.

"Vengeance is a rare wine,

a joy divine," says the Arab.

I'm gonna get drunk on it.

Where did you pick that up,

some philosopher in the death house?

Then you've come back a fool.

Check. I was once the smartest of them all.

What did it get me?

Us. You and me

and everything we've waited for.

Max, let's get out of New York tonight.

Let's go to San Francisco.

You can start again,

whatever you want.

What I want

is right here in New York.

Just what goes on in that

fine Italian brain of yours?

Murder? Is that what you've planned

for seven years, a vendetta?

- That's how I killed time.

- What about me?

I was in a jail for seven years.

I was in a bigger jail than yours.

I was in a jail the size of the world.

You'll have to wait

a little longer.

I've done my last night's waiting.

- Let me have the porter, please.

- What's that for?

I'm getting two tickets

on a plane to San Francisco.

- You'll have one empty seat.

- It's now or never.

You mustn't threaten an Italian.

It doesn't mix well in our blood.

Am I part of your vendetta?

Am I on your list?

Isn't it enough to destroy your brothers

and yourself? Why me?

Why did you come back

to me at all?

And for what?

A dead man, an evil man, a bad man.

You're filled with this poison.

It breathes in you.

The world's better off

with your father dead, but you're not.

Good boy.

That's what Gino Monetti likes.

Hit the truth because it hurts.

Hate, Max, hate.

Don't ever love.

Listen to your dead father.

It's 10 minutes to 9:00, Pa.

We've gotta get to the bank.

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