House Of Strangers

- 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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