Fingers

You like all kinds of music, huh?

So do I.

Mahler, The Drifters,

The Mello-Kings, Bach.

- What are you thinking?

- That you're a horrible driver.

What're you talking about?

I'm a terrific driver.

This car is part of my body.

It's an extension of my...

- Hope you got insurance, buddy.

- Uh, yeah.

You're going to need it. Give me

your license and registration.

Okay, that's it.

- You're as crazy as I am.

- You're not crazy. You're just scared.

Why did you say that?

You're shaking.

What's your name?

Mine is Jimmy.

What are you looking away for?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Would you like some wine?

What are you doing?

Don't keep doing that.

Don't you understand?

I'll bring you into dreams of yourself.

All you have to do is believe in me.

- What?

- You're so full of sh*t.

No, I mean it.

I do.

Carol.

- Carol what?

- Just Carol.

Listen, let me...

Let me ask you a question.

- If you didn't want to...

- I did.

- Do we have to have this noise on?

- That's the Chiffons, Dad.

Where's the Jerry Vale tape I got

you for Christmas?

- I'm meeting you for lunch, right?

- Well, put it on.

I never understand you.

Either it's a 900-year-old kraut...

...or five n*ggers

with squeaky voices.

Now that Jerry Vale could be

singing La Scala.

- You going to say it's not beautiful?

- Why don't you stop smoking?

I'll stop smoking

when you stop f***ing.

Want a suit like this?

I'll have one made for you.

- No, thanks. Yellow doesn't...

- What are you talking about yellow?

- The guy sold it to me for cream.

- Cream?

- What's the matter? You got the crabs?

- No. I don't know. My dick's hurting.

Of course your dick's hurting,

it's a conspiracy.

- What?

- Women. They bust your balls.

The day a woman loses her virginity,

she's a whore. They're all whores.

- Except this girl, Anita.

- What Anita?

- This girl I'm thinking of marrying.

- Marrying?

- Anita O'Hallahan, O'Hallaran.

- Anita what?

O'Hallaran. It's Irish.

But she's a goddess.

She's got a body that won't stop.

Big blue eyes, beautiful red hair...

...tits like balloons.

You wouldn't believe it.

- You have to marry her?

- I ain't old enough to marry?

Do you mind?

If you did, I wouldn't do it.

- Do what you like.

- If you mind, I won't do it.

- Do what makes you happy.

- You stick to that, you won't go wrong.

Jimmy, how's your time for

the next few days?

- I don't know. I have...

- A couple hours, that's all I need.

- For what?

- I got two collections for you to do.

This guy, Luchino, runs a pizza joint

on Bleeker Street.

He's into me for 4000

for three months.

And he keeps crying he's tapped out.

And that's bullshit.

The motherf***er bought a house

in Long Beach.

What are you looking at?

Your eyes keep jumping around

like a sea gull.

- Ben, I hate to bother you but...

- Sammy, Sammy...

...you'd find me in the middle

of the Sahara Desert.

How much?

- I need 500 until Wednesday.

- I'll give you 3.

Come on, Ben. I promise you,

I swear you'll get it on time.

Take the 5, take the 5.

But don't be late in paying me,

understand?

- Absolutely. Thanks. I appreciate it.

- Get lost.

Say hello to Helen and the kids

for me, will you?

Look, this other guy could be

more of a problem.

Patsy Riccamonza from Detroit.

He's a dealer, messes with colored

operations, gambling, narcotics.

So I had Riccamonza checked.

People in Detroit tell me

he's legit.

- So?

- I let him play some figures on credit.

- How much?

- 22,000.

- You let him play 22,000 on credit?

- I just told you. I had him checked.

I go to this Excelsior health club

where he hangs out.

One of these two guys with him

pulls a pistol on me...

...and sticks it in my ear, and says,

"Don't come back.

The man doesn't want to be bothered. "

Can you believe it?

He sticks a pistol in my ear.

Now, the next day, I run into this

midget dwarf, Flash.

He tells me that Riccamonza's going...

Riccamonza, that motherless,

rat-faced scumbag he is...

...he's going around town telling

everybody he's stiffing me.

And if I make any problem,

he's going to have me popped.

Going to have me popped.

There's his ticket.

He likes playing favorites.

I don't give a f*** what he likes,

he don't pay when he loses.

Now you keep it. Keep it.

He must think you don't

have too many people working.

What "too many people," Jimmy?

I got nobody.

I got you.

All right, forget about it, huh?

Just forget it.

I'll bust his head myself

with a crowbar. Just forget about it.

- How's that music thing going?

- Good.

What the hell is the matter?

You're so fidgety.

Nothing. I'm just thinking

about something.

Remember that impresario, Arthur Fox,

that used to promote Mom's concerts?

- Thin guy?

- I audition with him Friday.

- That's terrific. You tell your mother?

- Yeah, she knows.

You're gonna be big,

there's no question about it.

No question about it.

Most guys who become concert pianists

are performing by 10.

It's like anything else in life.

If you know you can do it,

you'll do it.

It's just like collecting.

Hi, baby. What did I tell you?

Isn't she gorgeous?

Say hello to my son, Jimmy.

Jimmy, this is Anita O'Hallaran.

- O'Hallahan, hi.

- O'Hallahan. Let me get you a chair.

- Guess what?

- What happened?

- I got the job.

- That's terrific.

Carmine. Bring me another bottle

of that champagne.

What job?

Angel Magazine is making me their

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