Once Upon a Time in America Page #2

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Yeah, getting screwed.

Is there a law against it?

Can you spare a dime for poor little

pisherkehs that just got it up the ass?

Come on, get out of here.

Come on,get off the street!

Come on, get out of here.

Get off the street!

Go ahead.

And don't come back.

I don't wanna see you here again.

All right?

Hey, stop by for you later.

Yeah, but knock here

on the john first.

My old man's praying, and my old lady's

crying. And the light's turned off.

What the hell should I go home for?

At least in here I can read.

- Where do you think you are you going?

- Mama, don't get worked up.

You got pots to clean!

Hey, go up! I'll be right back, Ma.

I gotta go to the can.

- Hi, Peggy!

- At least you could lock the door!

Don't you like it?

I've seen better.

- You seen lots?

- How many you seen?

I'll tell you how many.

None!

Let me see yours.

Looksies, no feelsies.

Peggy... Peggy, I...

- You like it, don't you?

- Not for free, I don't.

You bring me a charlotte russe with whipped

cream and then you can do anything you like.

Tomorrow!

I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

- I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

- I don't give credit.

I promise, I'll bring.

I promise, I'll bring!

You better stop squeezing me,

or I'm gonna poop in my pants.

Well, you getting out?

Come on, come on!

Give me six copies.

Drop your pants

and I'll stick it to you again.

- What do you mean, "again"?

- That's a long story.

And look what time it is.

It's already 6:34. And I gotta go.

Boy, I got a lot of work to do.

Hold it a minute!

Now it's 6:
35.

And I ain't got a damn thing to do.

Just you wait, a**hole.

I'll do something with your time.

Wait! Hey!

Since we're talking about time...

...it looks like you're gonna break

that lamp at 6:
36.

- Where'd you pinch this?

- It's mine.

- Prove it.

- I gave it to him.

Oh, yeah?

Who the hell are you?

- Where you from?

- The Bronx.

And you give away watches?

He's my uncle.

- And who gave it to you?

- My Uncle Nathan.

My little brother.

Tell your uncle

to stop by the precinct.

- He's dead!

- Alcoholic!

In Kishnev, Poland.

Then he don't need it no more.

It's been requisitioned.

- What's that mean?

- Pinched, by him. At 6:37.

Just remember,

I got my eye on you two.

I got my eye on you too!

Take it! Take it!

Take the lamp off. I can't hold it.

Max!

Who's this?

My uncle!

- That one. With the cream.

- The 5-cent one?

Yeah!

For the twopenny one she only gives

you a hand job. I can do that myself.

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