Staten Island Page #4

Un-f***ing-believable!

I'm losing an arm and a leg here,

Mr. Tarzo!

Can you guys help me out here?

Take it easy.

Parmie!

Parmie, we don't hear from you

for three weeks.

Now you're perched

in a very tall elm tree,

and you're trying

to save some forest land.

Have you gone insane, my friend?

Oh, my God, no!

Do mo! Do mo! Do mo, Parmie!

Oh, Jesus.

Do mo, Parmie!

Parmie! What in God's name

are you doing?

Why did you bring her here, Officer?

To talk you down, Mr. Tarzo.

Que cosa fa? Que cosa fa?

Scend!

- Mama, go home.

- Scend! Cosa fa?

She's falling apart, Mr. Tarzo.

For Christ's sake!

Just come on down.

Everybody, just shut the f*** up!

I want everybody to leave,

so me and my mom can be alone.

Mommy,

you need to calm down, okay?

You need to go home.

I am not going anywhere

until you tell me

how you ended up up there.

Ma...

Do you remember when I told you

that I had a new plan?

Yes.

Yeah?

Well, because of that plan...

...my men, they...

...they tried to kill me,

but I survived.

I went home...

...and I kept it from you, Ma.

But I fell into a state of despair.

And all my dreams

were destroyed, Mama.

So I decided

that I would take my own life.

But moments

before I ended my existence,

my eyes, they fell on a headline

in a newspaper,

and this sparked a memory inside

my head of a man sitting in a tree.

And this man...

...he was trying to save this...

...very land,

but they intimidated him.

And they got him to come down.

Look, I can save

this ancient land, Ma.

Ah! And that would be something.

People would know your name.

Everything you've always wanted.

That's right.

Who knows me better than you, Ma?

I always knew that this desire

would get you into trouble.

If you just found love, Parmie.

L'amore.

If one person you love

knows your name, this is enough.

Ma, you gotta forget

about this love thing.

How can you say such a thing?

Oh...

My last days on this Earth

are very sad, Parmie.

I should never have left Italy

for this godforsaken island!

Help!

Jesus!

Motherf***er!

What the f***?

Gesu Chrsto!

Oh!

There's...

I...

I love you, Mama.

I love you, my son.

You broke my heart.

What?

Hey...

You're not coming down,

huh, Mr. Tarzo?

No.

Why don't you stay here,

and we'll post some guys

around the edges of the forest.

But you know what?

Make sure nobody says anything

to anybody about this.

All right, Mrs. Tarzo,

we'll take you home, okay?

Okay.

Hey, give me a hand real quick?

You take care of my mother.

I love you, Ma.

Which one of us will die first?

It overwhelms me.

I want it to be me.

What are you talking about?

This is supposed to be

a happy occasion, all right?

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