(Crowd clamoring in broadcast)
- (Michael) What is this? - (Editor) That's it.
(Michael) Well, take it back to where he is in the square.
- Where does he get shot? - We never see him get shot.
What do you mean, you don't see it? I thought you said it was in here.
- I thought they had it. - I can't use this. This is ridiculous.
(Sara) Wait a minute. Do we have any stills?
- What we have is... - (Michael) Italian television.
- We have a still frame of the gun. - I can't believe it.
Punch it up, would you?
- Can you blow it up more? - (Editor) Yes.
You can take that still frame, put in the shot of the Pope before he's hit,
insert this still frame, and after he's hit.
Okay, uh... could you punch up the opening? I'd like to take a look at it.
(Editor) Right.
(Michael) 'Recent FBI statistics show an alarming increase
'in the crimes of murder, rape, and robbery,
'up 536% since this man was killed in Dallas.
(Gunshot in broadcast)
'Up 536% since that terrible November
'when violence went public in America's living rooms.'
(Man) 'He's shot. Get the gun!'
(Grunting)
- (Sirens wailing) - (Overlapping shouting)
(Helicopter whirring)
(Alarm blaring)
(Michael) 'No one is safe in this world.
(Gunshots continue)
'No one, absolutely no one.
'Today, a special report. The killing of the dream.
'This is Michael Taylor with the real story on violence in America.'
I don't know why they make these tops like that.
- Yeah. - Hey, hot stuff.
- Alright! - Here come the hot stuff. Pizza.
Kids, come on.
(Overlapping chatter)
(♪ Singing opera)
You know the rest?
- No. - Me neither.
(Cheering)
Bravo! Bravo!
Hey.
Fits you all right. Yeah.
Nice hat.
What good's an Italian cowboy?
I'm not gonna make spaghetti westerns.
- (Laughing) - Jesus Christ!
What are you doing with that stuff?
What the hell? You can get it in Denver!
You know you can only get good provolone in south Philly.
- Johnny, what's the matter with you? - You write me a nice letter,
I'll send you some good cheese.
Oh, my God.
He's gonna start an Italian deli in Denver.
What are you doing out here like this?
Come on, button up here. It's too cold.
I came to get some fresh air. It's good for the baby.
- You gonna be warm enough? - Uh-huh.
Johnny.
Why don't we have this baby in Colorado?
- In the woods? - Yeah, in the woods.
In the Rocky Mountains.
- Au naturel. - It'll be spiritual.
Well, what do you say?
Hey, now, Danny, you got room for one more in that box?
Three more. Four more!
Marianne.
Come on, let's go.
- Bye. - (Lisa) Bye, Paolo.
Marianna, Marianna! Bye!
Drive carefully. Danny, get up. Say goodbye.
I saw him here in front of 250,000 people.
I'm glad he got shot in Rome.
What do you mean, you're glad he got shot?
- What is that? - You know what I mean.
I'm glad he didn't get shot here. Everybody gets shot here.
- Same old goddamn shit. - (Woman protesting)
Shit!
Hey! Hey!
- Hey! - Hey, forget it.
- Forget it? - Come on!
Animal. Get off of her!
What the hell's goin' on here? Hey, get outta here!
Just stop, back off!
And you better stay out of people's affairs, you understand?
Like hell I will. Especially when you're beating up on a woman.
Hey, it's none of your fucking business, bitch.
- (Vera swears in Italian) - Get in the car!
(Tires screeching)
John, they're following us.
They're crazy, Dad.
(Horn blaring)
We're almost home.
(Lisa groaning)
(Cocks gun)
- John? - No, John, don't use it.
- (Groans) - Lisa!
John, quick.
Stay where you are!
Danny, go get Harry!
(Lisa) It's the baby...
(Lisa continues groaning)
My stomach! Oh, it's the baby, John.
It's the baby, Vince.
- John. John. - Harry, I don't know what the hell to do.
Calm down, please. Cool it down.
Lisa, honey. Where does it hurt, honey?
My stomach. I think I'm in labor, Harry.
Come on. We got to take her to the hospital.
(John) Harry, she's bleeding.
- We'll take my car. - (John) She's hemorrhaging.
Hi, baby.
John... I'm so sorry.
Oh, God, it's alright.
I love you, baby.
(Sobbing)
It's a lighter taste, yet not bland.
Very reminiscent of the northern style of cooking,
as opposed to the heavy-gas, spicy style of the southern land.
- Is that right? - Yes, that part of the country.
Use you sauce in your household, Mr. Donizetti? No need to answer that.
Compliments of the Groaner Manufacturing Company.
Here is some samples. You carry this, and it's going to move.
I'll put that on your tab, Mr. Donizetti. Goodnight.
Sure, you wanna think this over. Here's my card.
- Mr. D'Angelo, in case you decide... - I got one word for you, son. Quality.
Well, that's exactly the thing our product has is quality.
- I'll be hearing from you. - Alright, yeah. I'm sure you will.
God, somebody should tell that guy how bad business really is around here.
Yeah, well, business is bad cos people like the Nardinis keep moving out.
I'll tell you somethin', Frank. Running don't solve a thing.
Come on, Danny. Walk your grandma home.
Hey. Hey, whenever do I need a babysitter?
Mamma, don't start, huh?
You know I don't want you walking home alone.
I know how to take care of myself.
Will you get your jacket on? Come on. How many times do I have to tell you?
- Now, walk your grandma straight home. - I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll walk Danny home.
Come on, Danny, let's go.
(John) Straight home now. You don't go out to any bars now, Ma.
(Answers in Italian)
Dad said straight home, Grandma.
I gotta go for my prescription.
Don't move, motherfucker!
Stay down!
(Harry) Do as he says, Vera!
Stay down, or I'll blow your fucking nuts off!
- (Bones cracking) - What are you doing?
(Brakes squealing)
(Horn blaring)
(Grunting)
Raggedy motherfuckers!
Mamma.
- (Sirens wailing) - Just stay there.
Mamma?
Well, don't just stand there. Call a fucking ambulance!
Mike, phone's right behind there!
Mamma!
The assailants were black, huh?
Yeah, we got the license plate, too.
Yeah, we checked that.
- Yeah? - Car was stolen.
Well, what are you gonna do about it?
I'm doing all I can do about it.
Hey, look, we waited 45 minutes for the ambulance, 45 minutes!
My mother waited on the floor for 45 minutes, Vince.
- So what the hell is that? - You know what our problem is over here?
You know what kind of shortage we got with police?
I don't give a shit about your problems! This is my mother we're talking about here!
You wanna talk to him, Vince?
John, believe me, look, there was a response
- as soon as the call came in. - Son of a bitch.
Look, we understand how you feel. We know what your problem is.
You understand nothin'.
Now this is the reality of my life.
My wife is on one floor and my mother is on the other!
(Tutting)
You tell me what I should think about the goddamn police department, huh?
John, Vera is gonna be alright.
It looks like Harry Janelli is gonna pull through.
Thank God for that.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to thank God for that.
Because I sure as fuck can't thank the police department.
Let's go.
Yeah, where the fuck you been? Vacation?
We gotta get outta here. There's just no question anymore.
Shh. You'll wake her up.
John, listen to me.
We have to move.
Moving is out of the question. Nobody makes me move.
Well, what are we gonna do? You tell me.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Sons of bitches!
It was more than just a hit and run. My baby was killed, for Christ's sake.
I know, John. What can I tell you?
The guy made his bail. He was in and out in two hours.
Well, that's wrong, for Christ sakes! He's getting into all kinds of shit.
Look, the guy's got a complaint file all to himself. I can't touch him.
It's like trying to bust the mayor, for Christ's sakes.
Sergeant said to me, "Morelli, what are you doing wasting your time?
"Do your job. Stop messin' with the Mickey Mouse."
Mickey Mouse?
Does that look like Mickey Mouse out there?
Look at those fuckers. They own the park.
There's a guy who's pushing dope right now.
Go on over there. If you can't handle him,
you got two guys with a hot stereo over there.
Get out that howitzer of yours and arrest 'em right now.
I can't do it, John. It wouldn't stand up.
What are you telling me?
I'm chicken, okay?
I'll give you that.
(♪ DEBRA LAWS: "Meant For You")
(John) it used to be such a beautiful park.
Old Uncle Charlie.
(Chuckles) Boy.
You take your life in your hands now if you walk through that park.
Er... this...
What's his name, huh?
I don't remember him.
Guy with the thing on.
- (Lisa groaning) - What's your problem?
Goddamn it!
Did you burn yourself? Let me see that.
Don't touch me. Get away from me.
- I'm just trying to help you, for Christ's sake. - John.
If you love me, how can you keep me here?
- What are you talkin' about? - I don't understand it.
I don't deserve to live this way.
Your mother doesn't deserve to live this way.
- What's wrong with the way you live? - Please listen to me.
Please, just once. Listen to me, please.
We have to move. Please. Please!
I love you, baby.
I love you too, but you've gotta get your priorities straight.
If you don't get us out of here, I swear to God,
I'm gonna take Danny and I'm gonna leave you.
Please, you gotta give me time.
Just give me time.
Okay?
(Lisa continues sobbing)
- (John) Look at that. - (Vince) What?
(John) That's it. That's the son of a bitch.
That's it.
That's that son of a bitch that chased us and ran into us.
- I think you're right. - Look at the fender on it.
Look, I'll tell you what, I'm gonna call the station,
get some police over here.
John, don't go in there. John!
(♪ Debra Laws' "Meant For You" playing)
Hey, hey.
John, let's get outta here. Come on.
John?
John.
(Barman) Get outta here! I said get outta here!
Who out?
Well, well, well.
If it ain't Little Italy.
Messing in other people's affairs again, huh?
- You son... - John!
You know what they say about a man that can't control his woman?
He can't control his bowels either.
He shits in his pants.
John! Drop that!
Get outta here! Get outta here!
Alright. Alright.
Damn it, let go! Come on, man!
- Drop that gun, John! - That son of a bitch, I'll kill him.
Give me that gun! Give me the gun.
Son of a bitch put Lisa in a hospital.
- That son of a bitch killed my baby! - Calm down!
John, you cannot go around shooting up bars, alright?
Now, we're gonna call the police.
You're choking me.
(Vince) What the hell are you tryin' to do anyway? Get us both killed?
What the... Jesus Christ!
(Engine revving)
John, let him go!
- Son of a bitch! - (Woman shouting indistinctly)
John? John, most of us work. How are we gonna find time?
I can't hear you, Frank.
(Whistling)
Hey, Frank wants to talk. Come on, let him talk. Quiet, will ya?
John, I said most of us work. How are we gonna find time?
Alright, we gotta find the time and we gotta figure out how to do it.
Because families can't go out on the street no more.
Now, people is talkin' about movin' on. What is that?
What we've gotta do is scare some respect into the punks.
See, John, these guys don't scare that easy, man.
We're not trained in that kind of stuff.
Somebody mentioned before something about a citizen's arrest.
I don't know anything about making a citizen's arrest,
but I'm sure that there's some kind of legality involved.
No, he's right. According to the law, you cannot take a suspect into the station.
In making a citizen's arrest, you have to wait until an officer arrives on the scene.
I guess that means I'll be standing around all the time waitin' for them, right?
(Overlapping chatter)
- Hey, come on. - Excuse me, Vince...
That's the point. These guys got more work than they can handle.
So we get together a citizens group and help 'em out.
That's all we're talkin' about, because they can't do it all.
This whole idea is ridiculous.
Well, at least it's about time they do something like this.
Look what happened to poor Mrs. D'Angelo.
It's a shame.
It's a shame? It's appalling!
I don't understand why any of us are still living here.
What else are we gonna do? This is our home.
Yes, and we're established here.
Goodnight.
I mean, other neighborhoods are doing it. Why can't we?
(Frank) Excuse me, Vince, can we carry guns?
(Vince) Well, half of you guys do carry guns. Unlicensed.
The fact is, if you're gonna be exercising your constitutional rights
by making a citizen's arrest, pointing a gun at that suspect's head
would not be construed as self-defense. You know what I mean?
It would fall into what they call a gray area.
Well, I'm gonna hold on to my gray area.
(Laughter)
Which I notice you're getting a little more of, Bob, these days.
Alright, a little bit, a little bit.
- Hey, John. - Hey, quiet down!
Les wants to talk. What do you wanna say, Les?
John, I just wanna say, um...
I got a lot of reasons for not getting involved in any of this,
and I think you understand what I mean.
But, uh... that cleaners... my father worked real hard for 'em.
(Laz) He's absolutely right.
And the last time we got robbed, they roughed up Gene
and, er... well, I just back you all the way.
What do you want me to do?
Hey, that's great. That's great, yeah.
Yeah. Vince and I, we grew up in that park across the street.
How many of your kids go over there and play now, huh?
My kids don't go near that place.
All of you got lives in this community here.
All of you got lives here.
Because it's your life I'm talking about here.
- (Frank) What are you gonna do? - (Mike) I agree with that.
I draw the line.
Well, John, you convinced me, pal. I'm with you all the way.
I don't know about these guys over here, but you got me.
What are you talkin' about? What guys you talkin' about?
These guys. What guys?
Hey, John, we gotta do it right like you said, though.
Alright, let's see a raise of hands, huh? Come on.
Come on! Come on!
Where?
That's it, come on.
Hey, Mr. Moresco is with us. Both fists, huh?
(Frank) Heads up!
(Drill whirring)
Dad, is it okay if I put on the radio?
Yeah, yeah, just watch it.
(Static on radio)
What about this section? Shouldn't it be smaller, Vince?
I mean, that's the main problem area.
- It's a blow up, John. - Yeah...
It's only eight blocks up here, and about 12 down here.
I'm gonna lay out the other patrol areas in here.
In here, we'll all have radio contact with headquarters.
I showed you how we do the compression's.
Then we go back and do the airway, and everybody had a lot of fun.
Now, who's gonna do it?
Who's gonna be the first guy to return the demonstration?
(Overlapping dialogue)
- Come on. - Excuse me, Mike.
(Bill) I think I know this girl.
You have an unconscious victim. I'm on the scene.
- What's the first thing you're gonna do? - First thing I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna deflate her, put her in my pocket,
take her to the car, blow her up in the driveway.
(All laugh)
- What's the first thing you're gonna do? - I'm gonna yell in her ears.
- Let me see you do it. - Hey, lady, get up, will you? Get up!
Shake her shoulders a little bit. Not that... not so hard, that doesn't work.
You gotta shake...
(Laughter continues)
This is serious.
L-I give her four breaths in her mouth.
- Yeah, it's good. - Alright? Four breaths.
(Mike) Eugh! That would kill anybody.
(Bill) I think she's alive, look!
She's sticking her tongue in my mouth.
Yeah, I swear to God, I love you, too.
Harry, how's your arm? How are you?
It looks pretty good. Will you hold that for a minute, uh?
- What's this? - That's a bottle.
- For what? - Hit that thing, give it a name.
- You're kiddin' me! - (Overlapping shouting)
I christen thee...
(Continues in Italian)
(All cheering)
(Overlapping dialogue)
♪ You're nobody till somebody loves you
♪ You're nobody till somebody cares ♪
(Siren wailing)
(Vince sighs)
Looks like a battering ram.
It's a nice, quiet little sedan, Vince.
Low mileage, driven by a little old lady.
- Too much, John. - Half-price.
- I'm telling ya, it's too much. - (Scoffs)
- Hey, John, what's Vince so pissed about? - I don't know.
He thinks we shouldn't drive around tanks or something, I guess.
Ah, what does he expect?
Hey, Morelli, come on back here. I wanna give you a ride in my tank here.
Don't give me that. He's like a girl scout, you know?
You got an honest face. I'll give you good credit.
I think it's time to introduce ourselves, gentlemen, to the community,
leave a calling card,
and I think the place to do it is the Brunswick bar.
Right now we're gonna go down there and we're gonna rejuvenate the place,
we're gonna take down some wallpaper samples, redecorate a little bit.
So we're gonna go round, have a good time.
- I wanna play some pool. - You wanna play some pool.
- Here's your pool. - I wanna do a little...
Anybody want chops of wood?
Er... I'm using my hand. I'll use the hands, that's all I use.
Come on over here, Vince.
John, er... it's funny, but I don't think I've heard a word you said.
As a matter of fact, I don't think Tom and I are even here tonight.
But, er... have a good time, huh?
- I understand, Vinny. - Alright.
- (Frank) Come on, let's go. - (Mike) Come on, let's go.
(♪ DEBRA LAWS: "How Long")
♪ Here we go again
♪ Wasting time
♪ We could be better friends
♪ Finding love
♪ We both wanted to win
♪ Honey, when will the sadness end?
♪ How long you're gonna stay mad this time?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me tryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me cryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna stay mad this time?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me cryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me tryin'?
Hey, give me a beer!
Not you again.
Me again.
You come to pay us what you owe us?
Hey, Leroy, Little Italy came here to pay us what he owes us.
I've come to ask your help.
Shit! The man wants some help. Give it to him.
What kinda help you want?
Well, somebody hurt my mom at Janelli's drug store up in Lincoln Street.
I thought you might just know who did it.
(Scoffs) Hey, brothers!
Anyone hurt his mamma?
(Laughter)
Nobody laughs at my mamma.
You son of a bitch!
Kung fu!
♪ How long you're gonna stay mad this time?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me tryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me cryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna stay mad this time?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me tryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna keep me cryin'? ♪
Come here. Come here.
(Frank) Now, what do you think, John? I'll leave the walls?
Leave the walls.
Hey! Hey! Come up here!
Look at me.
My name is John D'Angelo.
I run an Italian deli, and I make the best hot perro in town!
Haha! Come on, let's go out and have a beer!
- What's up? - She won't open the door.
Mamma. Mamma!
- Are you sure she's here? - Yes, I can see her in the window. Vera!
- Mamma! - Vera, please open the door.
- What about the back door? - It's locked.
- (Lisa) What's the point of all this? - (John) Mamma, come on out here.
Unlock the door, we got groceries out here.
Come on. This is crazy!
I'm going crazy, huh? Who wouldn't go crazy in this place?
The whole neighborhood has gone crazy.
Alright, Mamma, I wanna take you out for a walk,
get you some fresh air. Now, come on!
Better get the priest.
(Overlapping police chatter over radio)
I'll drop you off at the bus stop, huh? I'm gettin' a little tired myself.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. You see that? What is that?
- Where? - Right over there, in the building.
- (John) The warehouse? - (Vince) Yeah, that ain't no barbecue.
Let's check that out.
(John) Yeah, let's go. Hey, wake up, you guys!
Hey!
Frank, get on the radio, get the fire department and the cops right away.
Er... we're over at 2700 American Avenue.
We need the fire department here. The place is burning up.
(Operator) 'Headquarters 10-4.'
(Frank) Also, we need the police department. I think it's an arson.
'Okay, you got it.'
Forget it, Bill. Come on, let's get back inside.
Drop it.
- John, I gotta check with Frank. - Alright.
(Sirens wailing)
Holy shit! John, you alright?
I'm right behind.
(Frank) Are you alright, Johnny?
You're okay?
- You're sure this guy just fell? - Yeah, yeah, he fell.
Yeah, well, the man says he was pushed.
- He fell. He fell from up there. - Okay.
I'm gonna have to take us in for obstructing justice.
Ah, come on, Sarge, that won't flow.
Just exercising our constitutional rights, huh?
Well, we'll just have to see, alright?
Which one of you guys wanna come with me?
- Me, I'll go. - No. No, I'll go.
I know how to handle these things.
Okay, I wanna go, too.
I'm sure these people are a pain in the ass, gentlemen,
but I don't see that they've done anything that's illegal.
Oh, no, Chief, there's nothing illegal about throwing a man off a fire escape.
- That's not a crime. - Where's your proof, hmm?
Alright, what about the interfering with police procedure?
There are certain civil prerogatives.
I'll tell you what? Keep your eye on him.
If they break any laws, book him.
Alright, what do you wanna do about our guys running around with him?
That's a problem.
Keep an eye out for irregularities.
- Danny, get the groceries, please. - Alright.
What?
I don't know.
(Danny) Lucky!
(Whistling)
Lucky, come here, boy!
(Whistles) Lucky!
- (Operator) 'Neighborhood Patrol.' - Is John D'Angelo there? This is his wife.
- 'He's on patrol.' - Well, please radio him, er...
Our house has been destroyed.
- 'Okay, can you hang on?' - Yes.
Danny?
(Water dripping)
- Mom, what is it? - Just turn around, Danny.
Danny, come downstairs. Come downstairs, Danny!
Come on, don't fight me now. Just come down the stairs.
Come on. Come on! Just stay here, sit down.
Sit down and don't move. Just don't move!
(Brakes squealing)
You alright?
I want you to get those bastards, John.
What happened?
Jesus Christ, what happened?
Go upstairs, to the bathroom.
(Michael) This is Tony Imperiale in Newark.
This is ten years after the Newark riots.
Well, this piece of fat guy with the gun, and his buddies,
they used to drive around in cars, patrolling the neighborhood,
and he started the North Ward Citizen's committee.
They had self-defense classes, karate.
'One! Two! Three! Four!'
And here he is. Now, just listen to him. This is really something.
'If the law cannot control it because the mayor will not make them,
'then it is time for us under the constitution to defend ourselves to the limit!'
This is Imperiale at target practice.
Also, women, target practice,
and, of course, New York, The Guardian Angels,
Beverly Hills, self-defense class.
Ladies of Beverly Hills learning how to protect themselves.
- Okay, you can cut it there. - (Editor) Cut take, please.
Michael, this stuff's fascinating, but this whole vigilante movement's scary.
It's very effective.
Yeah, for all the wrong reasons.
I'd like you to talk to this guy.
He seems to be establishing quite a following.
(Sara) I'd like that.
Remember, Dad, we have to be home at 7:30.
- Why? - The hockey game tonight.
Ah, how could I forget it? Listen, can we do it next week?
- I gotta get going. - The tickets are for tonight!
Yeah, I know. Mario, go with him.
I can't go with him. I gotta be home by dark.
- You gotta go! - I can't.
- (Lisa) John! - Ask your mom. She's coming.
John! Your mother won't open her door again.
Oh, God, why me?
John, you're not leaving this street until you go inside and take care...
- What the hell do you expect me to do? - You're her son.
- Uh... look, guys... - The game starts at 8:30.
Look, I can't. I'm late. They're expecting me. Call Father Leone.
John. John!
Hey, John, what's happening?
Looks like I'm at a dead end with these sons of bitches who hurt my mother.
I mean, from this neighborhood, somebody would have spotted him for sure.
(Vince) Hmm.
Well, I think they might be from this area in here.
There's been a lot of stickups there with the same MO.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Ski masks, stolen car, hitting mostly drug stores.
That's... Ivanhoe Washington's territory, huh?
- Yeah. He's got a patrol, too. - Yeah.
Well, maybe you should try and arrange a meeting.
He might be able to help ya.
(Chuckles) Ivanhoe Washington help me?
(Ivanhoe) Every 24 minutes, someone gets murdered in this country. What else?
Yeah, well, at least we got our facts in common, huh?
Let me tell you somethin' right now.
We got nothin' in common.
I'm a novelist and a community leader.
You're a shopkeeper and some kind of vigilante.
We got nothin' in common.
Hey, wait a minute. I'm helping my people, you're helping your people.
- (Ivanhoe) No one's helping anybody. - (John) We're helping our people!
- We're helping our people, aren't we? - You're up in arms against the poor.
I'm trying to help the poor.
(John) Oh, hey, well, alright, alright. We all get together, huh?
(Ivanhoe) Okay, let's take it from the top.
- (John) We cooperate... - (Ivanhoe) Five, six, seven, eight!
(♪ Rhythmic drums music)
- What is this? Now, come on! - Relax, John.
(Ivanhoe) Extend those arms.
- Relax, John. - (Ivanhoe) Don't bunch up, don't bunch up.
Hey, Washington!
Goddamn it! I don't have any more time than you!
I'm here, so I can talk!
- Hold it, Johnson. - I'm talkin' to you, goddamn it!
I don't have any more time than you!
- Now give me an answer! - Don't come yelling in this studio.
Don't you ever do it again.
This is my studio.
I'll talk to you.
I'll tell you this right to your face.
These, uh... statistics and these crimes you're talkin' about,
that are being committed by people who live below the poverty line,
these people happen to be black people.
- So, don't come in here talkin'... - Hey, wait a minute. Punks are punks.
- Whether your punks or my punks. - I'm telling you to your face.
- Punks don't have no color! - I'm telling it to you to your face,
we are not talking about punks.
We are talking about black people.
And the problem is a lot more serious than punks,
or the fact that your mother got a finger hacked off.
- Now get out of the way! - Take it easy, man.
Don't tell me to fucking take it easy!
Do you know what's happened to my mother?
Relax, John.
You don't come in here tell me to take it easy!
- John, take it easy, man. - We're talking about problems in the street.
- Just stop, now! Stop, please! - You condone what's going on.
You condone what happened to my mother. You condone what happened to my family!
- (♪ Rhythmic drums music) - Five, six, seven, eight!
- I lost my baby! - (Les) John, let's go, man.
That's it! Extend those arms.
- (Les) Come on, man, forget it, let's go. - Those drums, let's get it up.
That's it.
Let me tell you somethin', D'Angelo, let me tell you somethin' right now!
You wanna know the truth? You're naive.
Number two, you're fucking racist.
- Now, get out! - That's not called for, Washington.
- (Ivanhoe) Get the colored guy out. - Shut up!
(Overlapping police chatter over radio)
Oh boy, oh boy, something's going on at the Top Hat.
(Laz chuckles) Mike, there's always something goin' on at the Top Hat.
Somebody help me!
Somebody help me, here!
Come on. Get up!
Help me! Please, help me! I don't know what's going on!
- I got an idea. - What the hell happened?
That son of a bitch shot my old man!
Now, get John! It's a code 3.
Send the ambulance, and send John if he's around.
- 'Code 3.' - Headquarters 10-4.
John!
Loot at that arrogant son of a bitch just standing there.
How could you people do this?
How can you people just stand there?
- Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey! - Somebody call the fucking cops!
- Come on. - Shut your fucking yap.
I'll tear your tits off, you dirty bitch!
You're dead, you bastard! You're dead!
Alright, alright, I'm alright, I'm alright!
I'm alright! I'm alright!
I swear to God, I'm gonna get you.
And I'm gonna get your little sleazy boyfriend!
- Come on over here! - It's getting real ugly here.
And the guy that did the shooting is still hanging around.
'I've already called the cops. They're on their way.'
We'll be there in a second, with an ambulance. Just hold tight.
Come on over here, you fucking cunt!
- I'll rip your fucking head off! - Fucking bitch!
Hey, Paco. Get the fuck out of our neighborhood.
Alright, John, we got a guy down over here.
- (Man) Batman and Robin. - That's the guy who did the shooting.
Dirty son of a bitch!
I'll kill you!
(Honking horn)
You lost him, you dumb shit!
Hey, motherfucker! You wanna come back here?
Motherfucking shit!
Hey, don't worry about it. It's just a pimp car.
Probably a hot car anyway. Who gives a shit?
Exercising your constitutional rights, huh?
(John chuckles)
(Bell ringing)
Danny, get your coat on.
John, what about Mrs. Carter's order?
- I'll be right there. - (Lisa) What about the pasta?
I gotta get the kid to school.
What about opening up the store?
I'm gonna open it right now.
Go out.
(Cheering)
Ah, this is crazy.
What are you doing, Giuseppe? What is this?
I am here... we're here to...
...to thank you and to have some espresso coffee
and-and-and to show you our support for-for what you do for us.
This man, he gave us back our streets.
(Cheering)
We love him. We love him. We love him. We love him.
We love you. We love you.
Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
- This... - Sorry about that.
No, wait, wait. I got to make a speech, now.
What do you got here?
(Speaking Italian)
- Oh! - God bless you!
(All) Viva l'Itaiia!
What's in here? A Cracker Jack? Huh?
- That's beautiful. You put... - Oh!
- Bello, eh? - Bellissimo.
Look, how... Look.
One of my... the flag.
Hooray for... hooray for Giovanni!
Well, you want some espresso, go on, back there.
There's a little Sambuca, too. Go on, help yourself.
Let's go. Let's go.
That must have been a very special moment for you.
Hey, you're on TV, aren't you?
Channel Six, Sara Rogers.
And I'd like you to join me for an interview on the "Michael Taylor Show".
Well, I don't know, er...
John, I don't think so.
We just opened the store, we have a lot of work to do.
It won't take any time.
Well, how long? How long?
The crew's right here. We can go right outside.
- Right out here? Just... - Right out front.
- How long will it take? - No time. Two or three questions.
Oh, I see, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. That sounds pretty good. Yeah.
- Okay? - Okay, I'll do that.
Okay?
- John. - Huh?
I'm gonna go to the movies.
What are you talkin' about? It's not even eight o'clock in the morning.
I'm going to a matinee.
What about all that stuff in the kitchen?
(Mimes male voice) It's not my job, man.
Yeah.
(Sara) 'The fact is you're a vigilante.'
'No, vigilantes save people, we don't do that.
'We're just exercising our constitutional rights, Ms. Rogers.'
(Sara) 'I'm just saying that when you take the law into your...'
'No, no, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
'Some guy comes into my neighborhood, and I don't care what color he is,
'but he comes here to rob and mug,
'he's taking the law in his hands and he's breaking it.
'I take the law in my hands, I'm on the right side of the law.
- 'That's...' - (Sara) 'That's an interesting distinction.
'I mean, you walk a delicate line.'
'Delicate? Well, that's not something we use in this neighborhood.
'Do you wanna know what delicate is?
'Well, look around. Just go on, look around here.
'See what delicate is here. In the park there or...
'You wanna take a look over the park?
'Get out of the way.
'Get the camera over there and look over there.
'Look over there. That's delicate.
'That's what we call delicate.'
- This is very good. - (John) 'Brothers beating on brothers.
'It's a city of brotherly love.
'Now, if the agencies of this city cannot protect the rights of my children
'to live in this neighborhood,
'then we as parents, we reserve the right to protect the rights of our children,
'whatever way we can and that's that.'
You really think he's after your seat?
I think this guy is very shrewd. That's what I think.
It looks to me like he's building a power base for himself.
Al.
With all due respect, this guy couldn't care less for your seat.
A man like John D'Angelo has no use for the whole concept of City Hall.
Now that's bullshit, Commissioner. That's what that is.
Do you know, there's a whole tradition of political ambition from these guys,
these vigilantes in this country?
It's always been like that.
Let me ask you somethin'.
Do you ever hear of a guy by the name of Colonel William Lynch from Virginia?
Hmm? It's the guy that invented lynching, and you know what?
He went on to a political career.
Oh, Jesus, Al, we understand how you feel.
But there's nothing illegal about what he's done.
I helped both you guys get where you are today.
Now I want you to stop this guy.
Somehow.
This business is all about favors, Commissioner, remember?
You owe me a couple.
John D'Angelo, right?
- Yeah. - I'm Councilman Brusco.
Right.
You know, you've been a real inspiration to our constituency.
- I gotta hand it to ya. - Thanks.
You ever need anything, I want you to know my office is always open to ya.
Good to know.
I'll see ya.
I'm gonna get right to the point, John.
We have reports on your activities.
Frankly... we're not happy.
Yeah? What kinda reports?
We know you're not adverse to beating the living shit out of your suspects.
Hey, what the hell are you talkin' about?
You infringed on a man's rights, Mr. D'Angelo.
Even though that man's a criminal.
And I'm talking to you not only as the police commissioner,
but as a black man.
Now, you do that and you open the door to your own rights being infringed upon.
And when this country gets to the point where they forget the Constitution,
forget where their laws come from...
Hey, wait a minute.
What do you want me to do? Flash the Constitution,
when I'm looking down the barrel of a .44 magnum?
(Chief) Leave it to the police, D'Angelo.
The police?
We got no problem with the police.
We got a few of them to ride with us.
Look, this thing is bigger than what the police can do.
(Chief) You're a goddamn fool if you think that.
Hey, look, if I'm doin' somethin' illegal, arrest me!
I'm doin' what I gotta do!
Hey, Commissioner, I'll tell you somethin'.
My family breathes a hell of a lot easier because I'm doing what I'm doing.
And I'll lay odds, if your family lived in my neighborhood,
they'd breathe easier, too.
John, I want you to consider this meeting as two things.
An introduction.
A warning.
Now, I want you to feel free to phone me,
come and see me about this anytime you want.
But I also want you to know
that I'm going to make your life miserable.
I'm gonna make your life miserable, because what you are doing is wrong.
Nice meeting you, John.
Yeah, sure, Commissioner.
He'd never get the black vote.
Get him! Get him! He's got my bag, get him!
(Grunts)
Don't you ever do that in this neighborhood again, you got that?
- Yeah. - Cos I'm everywhere.
- You understand? - Yeah...
Son of a bitch.
Alright, you tell your friends to stay out of this neighborhood.
- (Man #1) What is that? - (Man #2) What a jerk.
(Man #3) What is this? Look at this creep.
I think what they need in local government
is someone like John D'Angelo,
somebody who is responsive to the needs of the community.
I think you'd make a first-rate councilman.
Yeah, well, I appreciate that, but...
...dealing with the streets is one thing and...
(Sighs)
Well, I just don't think I'm the political type, you know?
Well, the businessmen who put your name forward obviously think you are.
I know you are.
You have a lot of support in the community.
You made the ward's safe for business again.
That's certainly a political asset.
Yeah, well, this is really something, you know?
- I'll think about it. - Do. Do, John.
- Cigar. - Cigar?
Thanks.
Do think about it, John. I'd appreciate it.
You know... men like you have special responsibilities.
Men like you know how to meet the challenges of life.
Can't say that about many people today.
That's true.
Guys like me, we got special responsibilities, Vinnie.
I mean, the problem ain't just in the streets, you know,
it's the politicians, judges, you know what I mean?
Councilman.
That's just the beginning, though, Vinnie, you know.
Governor D'Angelo, how's... how's that sound to you?
- You know somethin', John? - What?
- You're an asshole. - Fuck this. Me and a dumb cop.
John, what qualifies you to run for office?
What the hell does that have to do with it?
Look, if I'm elected, I can pass legislation. I can do things we can't do in patrol.
I know what to do, too.
John, when was the last time you voted?
Oh, come on, Lisa. I don't need that now, come on.
I didn't vote for Brusco, I'll tell you that.
Didn't vote for him.
- Mario, keep your food on your plate... - (John) Hey, wake up, will you?
Come on. Get your head out of that.
Why are you resisting me, anyway?
What the hell is wrong with me running for councilman?
Nothing, John, please believe me, nothing. I-I-I want you to run for office.
I wanna see the best for you.
I just... I just want you to know that you're neglecting me,
you're neglecting your son, you're neglecting your business.
- I'm not gonna work double shifts... - Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
You let me finish. You let me finish!
I'm not gonna work double shifts in the deli anymore.
I'm not gonna be the man and I'm not gonna be the woman in this relationship.
You telling me I don't do my share around here?
I'm not telling you... I'm not telling you you're not doing your share.
You're just never around anymore.
Oh, Mario.
Oh, come on. What's with you, Mario?
You...
What's the matter with you?
Hey, you sick?
What's the matter with you? Look at your eyes.
- You on medication? - (Mumbles)
Look at his eyes.
He's on somethin'.
- Is this your stuff here? - Dad, no.
Alright. Hey, you just sit tight!
My God, he's on smack.
- You're in trouble, Danny. - He's on smack. He's on smack.
Look at this. Call his folks.
- Let me see your arm. - I'm alright.
Let me see here.
You and me are gonna have to have a talk.
(John) Okay, which one is Dusty?
(Danny) He's the fat guy with the blue coat and glasses.
(John) He doesn't look like a pusher to me.
What did they... what did they used to look like in your day, Dad?
Tell the truth, we've always been straight with each other.
You try any of this shit?
No, Dad.
Well, let me tell you somethin'.
Mario is in a lot of trouble.
He's okay now, but if he continues the way he's going,
I wouldn't count on tomorrow.
Stay here.
Just shut up! Just shut up.
I ever see your face in this neighborhood here, it's gonna be your ass. You understand?
You'll get in a lot of trouble for this, mister.
- What're you gonna do, call the cops, huh? - Look, we own the cops.
(Bones cracking)
Alright.
You tell me where that shit comes from or I'm gonna break your other arm.
(Woman) Oh, look, there's John D'Angelo.
Hey, Mr. D'Angelo. John D'Angelo, let me shake your hand.
I think you're doing a really terrific job.
- God bless you. - I saw you on TV.
- That's great. - We really appreciate it.
Don't go in there. It's poison.
Lupo here?
Lupo!
- Can I help you? - Dusty call ya?
Laurie, why don't you go in the back and fix your hair?
So, you're D'Angelo, huh?
You broke his arm?
Hey, Lupo, we don't need people like you in the neighborhood.
You're real tough, huh?
I don't want trouble. You want trouble? You got it.
You're real fucking tough, ain't you?
When I come back, I don't wanna find you here.
If I do, I'm gonna redecorate your face.
Well, I'll be waiting for you, D'Angelo.
You're mixed in the family business here.
You just made a fucking move, you're gonna be sorry for it, boy.
Cos you know why? You don't know what fucking trouble is, alright, jerk?
- I know what trouble is. - You don't know what fucking trouble is.
Jerk. Click the fuck off, asshole.
Fucking creep.
Look at the heap he's driving.
Hey, Mr. Crusading Citizen.
You got here early, huh?
Hey, I know enough not to be late for Mr. Donato.
You said a mouthful there, kid.
Now, look, you got two minutes with him. That's it.
He means two minutes, kid.
Down front.
Uh-uh. Over there.
- Uh... Mr. Donato? - Shh!
Go ahead.
Er... I got this here People's Patrol, and we go around the neighborhood and we...
No need to tell me, I know about you.
Your father was Anthony D'Angelo a greengrocer from Genoa.
He always wore a red vest.
Yes.
His heart gave out.
I was sorry.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. D'Angelo, I got maybe two minutes for you.
Tell me just one thing.
Are you not using this patrol of yours to move in on my business?
You know what I mean by my business?
Yes, sir, I do.
Nothing wrong with ambitious men.
I was brought up in this neighborhood. I know all about your business, Mr. Donato.
Yeah. What do you want?
Well, I wanna be safe and I want my family to be safe.
It's tough as hell out there.
Well, I don't have to tell you that.
Well, you live in a nice, big house now with the... iron gates all around it.
But it wasn't so long ago your family lives where I live.
Yeah. What do you want?
Well, I hear you don't hold with dope.
Bad business, too... emotional.
Well, this... Captain Chicken guy sells smack to kids in high school.
He says he's got your protection.
(Chuckles)
I don't eat chicken.
Chickens eat chicken.
I don't hold with cannibals.
Mr. D'Angelo, what you're doing... I respect.
I understand protection.
Here.
Coin from the old country.
Time between our families.
Show it.
People will understand.
You do seem mafioso.
Thank you, Mr. Donato.
You got it, sucker.
(Screams)
(Panting)
That oughta take care of the damages.
This somebody happens to sell dope down the school where our kids go!
- That's not the point, John. - What the hell is the point?
It's the way you do things, you're such a goddamn hot-head.
What you talkin' about? The patrol works.
He's overworked, John.
And if he keeps this up, it won't be long before he's out of work altogether.
Vincent's job is at stake, John.
We got a couple of kids to think about, John.
- Lillian. - We pay the mortgage.
We help support his parents.
- Lillian. - I know that, I understand all that.
You turned my husband into a 24-hour cop.
- Lillian! - I know that!
(Vince) Alright, I'll tell you exactly what it is.
Okay?
In the beginning, when we first started this,
I saw somethin'... I don't know, good.
An option for the neighborhood.
But it's not working out right.
The patrol's changed, they're getting out of hand.
And you've changed, John.
You know what you're becoming?
And I'm gonna tell you this because I've known you all my life.
You're becoming another goddamn police problem.
I'm sick and tired of police problems.
You think about it. I gotta go to work.
See ya.
He may have to quit the patrol.
The hell he will.
John.
Where are you?
(Ivanhoe) We got the guys that cut your mamma's finger off.
- Where are they? - Come on.
Are you sure this is him?
We don't even have to take him to church for a confession.
What the fuck are you doin'?
Stop!
What's the matter with you?
There's your black male suspect, about 20.
There's the nigga that hacked your mamma's finger off.
- Picked him the fuck off the ground. - Hey, John! John!
Don't, man.
(Scoffs) It's unbelievable.
It's always gotta be the black guy, right, John?
Get him out.
Hey, Superman, go home!
You're outta your element.
I'll be out in a minute.
(♪ DEBRA LAWS: "Meant For You")
Hey, old man, you got a match?
- I dropped... - Do you have any money?
Money? Money? Go work, you son of a bitch!
This is a job for the Citizens' Patrol.
(Line ringing)
(Operator) 'Neighborhood Patrol.'
Yeah, Neighborhood Patrol, John D'Angelo there?
'I'm sorry, he's on patrol right now.'
Well, you tell John D'Angelo that an elderly Italian gentleman
just got mugged in the park.
- 'Pearson Park?' - Yeah.
'Who is this? Hello?'
(Honks horn)
Go.
Christ, it's Giuseppe.
Okay, Laz, get the ambulance.
Giuseppe?
Laz, call the...
(Overlapping police chatter over radio)
Oh. Okay, hold it there, buddy.
Jim. Jim, it's okay. I'll take care of it.
John, remember now, it's a crime scene. Don't touch anything.
Steve, come on. Take a break.
It's okay, he's a friend of mine.
John. Come on, John.
Come on, John. You can't do this.
Come on, John.
Fellows, you wanna take him home?
(Bells tolling)
Attention! Present!
(♪ Band playing solemn theme)
(♪ Band playing drums)
Go on, Daddy, I'll be along.
Go on.
Let's walk.
(Michael) 'In a surprising display of support,
'Vincent Morelli's widow, instead of riding in the family car,
'is walking with John D'Angelo and his People's Neighborhood Patrol.
'And now, echoing the conviction of Lillian Morelli,
'dozens of Philadelphia police officers
'have joined the ranks of John D'Angelo's celebrated patrol.
'Ladies and gentlemen, this could not have been rehearsed.
'What you are witnessing here is the making of an American star.'
Son of a bitch.
You wouldn't listen to me.
(Campaigner) Look, John, I know this funeral was a terrible tragedy.
And believe me, I share your grief.
But let's turn it into something good.
Time's right, John. You are hot.
And the funeral just... just gave you a national profile, that's all.
I haven't made up my mind yet.
Timing's everything in politics. It's just a... just a game of opportunities.
Vincent's death was a tragedy for all of us!
But we've gotta turn it into somethin' good.
We can't let his death be for nothin'.
Now, these punks have been running this park just too long.
So tomorrow we're gonna go in there all together,
- and you know what we're gonna do? - We're gonna kick ass.
You said it.
John, you're crazy. This is a police matter.
Hey, goddamn it! Vince Morelli died trying to clean up this park
and I ain't gonna let him down!
Ready?
Okay, let's go.
This is the People's Neighborhood Patrol!
We're closing the park as of now, so that we may clean it up.
(Protesting)
Please leave the park now!
Why don't you kiss my ass?
Take a hike!
(Protesting continues)
What's going on?
Pull it up!
Please, move on. Come on!
D'Angelo's up to his shit again.
I want you three guys to go down there and ice him.
Keep 'em going!
Get out.
Hurry up and get out!
(Sirens wailing)
(Man) We gotta split, man. The cops are coming, man!
Get off me! Get off, goddamn it!
You sons of bitches!
Ah, shit.
Four counts of felonious assault, resisting arrest, inciting a riot.
Do you know how much time I could give you for that?
And you wouldn't like it, John.
The food in our jail system is terrible.
I've met the chef.
Believe me, John, the man can't even spell linguine.
(Chuckles)
The fact is, I'm gonna let you go.
A police record, come election time wouldn't look good, now, would it?
Here's a little something for your campaign.
The bullets that killed Officer Morelli can be traced directly to these three men.
Son of a bitch.
We're not going to pick them up immediately.
I'm sure you can understand how understaffed we are.
I don't know how to thank you, Commissioner.
Oh, yes, you do. Yes, you do.
Remember, this business is all about favors.
- Right. - Right.
(♪ Band playing Italian music)
Come on, let's go.
- Put it up, so I can straighten it out. - Up, Grandma, up.
Nice. Up!
Will you listen to me?
- Mrs. D'Angelo. - Oh, hello. How are you?
- Good. You've gotta be excited. - Yes.
- Husband around? - He's here some place.
He was just here.
(♪ DEBRA LAWS: "How Long")
♪ Here we go again, wasting time
♪ We could be better friends... ♪
(♪ Band continues playing Italian music)
(♪ Debra Laws' "How Long" continues)
♪ How long you're gonna keep me cryin'?
♪ How long you're gonna stay mad this time? ♪
Oh, man, what kind of shit is...
(Frank) Whoa, wait! Hold the music. Hold the music!
- Hell! The TV's coming on! - (Lisa) Look at the TV.
(Michael) 'At this point, only 5% of the votes have been counted.
'So the results are not conclusive.
'But we do have an indication of how the candidates are doing in some areas.
'In the hotly contested Fifth Councilman District,
'where John D'Angelo is challenging incumbent councilman Al Brusco,
'early returns show Al Brusco with 11,730 votes
'and John D'Angelo with 12,231 votes.'
- (Lisa) Oh, my God. - 'And now stay tuned for other local news.'
(Lisa laughing) Yay! Hooray!
(♪ Band resumes playing)
What's wrong? Where have you been?
- Hi. - Hi.
(Danny) Hold on, guys. Hey. Hey, cut it.
There's Dad, over there.
Let's go.
(♪ Drumroll)
(♪ Band resumes playing and sings)
(♪ Crowd joins in singing)