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Episode #10 Transcript
A Hit Is A Hit
Captioned by HBO Communications Center,
©1999 Home Box Office,
a division of Time Warner Entertainment Company, L.P.
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(male) talk it through. Talk it through theng. (Christopher) a little left. A little left on your end. Alright.the door. Any hinky shit, you'll be refrying beans with pablo escobar again. This is all a message to your friends. Stay away from port Newark. Don't even drive out to jersey. Not even on Sundays. I'll tell them. They been told. Twice. Now I'll tell 'em. Holy shit. Bingo! We can't fit all this shit in the carton. Fuckin' crackheads and their small bills. |
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Now, this is just a little token of my appreciation... For recommending dr. Melfi. She's a good shrink. Now, I'm not always a model patient. What? You didn't have to-- these are montecristos... These are Cuban? Yeah, they're the best, right? They're illegal, aren't they? They're cigars. They're dreamy, ton'. You're a good neighbor, Bruce. Look, I'm a doctor. I make referrals all the time, Tony. You don't have to give me-- no biggie. I bet these motherfuckers were hard to come by, huh? Yeah, they fell off a truck. (Phone ringing) excuse me. Sure. Hello. It's done. It's the biggest fucking refrigerator you've ever seen. What about the other thing? Juan valdez has been separated from his donkey. You know, ton', I've been meaning to say. I've been watching you out back with your putter. You ever play at the club? Oh, no. No, I play minnisink, the public course. Well, you know you ought to come to the club and play some time. Ah, you know. C'mon. It's a wicked back nine. And besides some of the members, I think you'd like them very much ton'. Maybe. We'll see. |
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Here we go. Fresh champagne, gentlemen. That's beautiful. I love a mixed salad. I could stare at it for hours. A score like this happens once in a lifetime. Gotta make this work for us. Out in the legit. A nice I.P.O. Keep it spinning. Live off the juice. I.P. Who? Tony! Yeah, yeah. I.P.O. Initial public offering. Stock. You got to find some insider market trading shit. Understand? Tony! Where's my baby? Paulie baby, get that big dick in the jacuzzi now. Oh. I'm taking off. Huh? Gonna celebrate just me and adriana. Mother of mercy. Could this be the end of rico? May be. Just may be. Have fun. Say hello to your girl for me. |
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Thank you so much for taking me to the theater. "Rent". Fucking broadway musicals. I mean we're supposed to get all fuckin' weepy-eyed cause they turned off the heat in some guy's loft. I'm humming the scenery, chrissy! Fifth row center and dinner at le cirque. Yeeow! I'm embarrassed to be hungry again. Thank you. Let's just say after how many years with tony soprano's crew some shit has finally worked out. Just when I was starting to wonder if... You know. Hey, whose fucking welfare check you gotta cash to get a burger around here? Wouldn't it be cool to own a restaurant like le cirque? With the careers. That black guy over there. He look familiar? Why don't you just forget about working and be with me. Oh, yeah and be one of those wives like carmela soprano. Breast feed a bunch of rug-rats and then spend the rest of your life at the gym just you and your stretch marks. You're right. My cousin's always had a brain but what does she use it for? With a husband who can't even tell you where the money comes from. Hair net central, what am I back here, mark fuhrman? Chris. Would you chill? It's fuckin' discrimination already. Hey. About time. Excuse me. Bold men make bold statements. Why'd they send you over? I'm looking for a burger not converted rice. Oh, no. Your woman looks embarrassed. C'mon now. Give me a couple burger baskets. He's only bold because he's semi-hooked up with the tony soprano crew. Always with the attitude, christopher. If it's not with the blacks, it's somebody else. Whoa! Nice. Must belong to the homey with the blue hat. Yo, donnie brasco. Yeah? My name is orange J. Down with massive genius. That's who it was. The gangsta rapper. I told you to shut up. We're having a party at g's crib. Englewood cliffs. You interested? I get served with black-eyed peas tomorrow. Yo, I know what time it is. Massive's heard of the fucking crew you're with. There's business to be done. |
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This is a beautiful, beautiful home. Smaller than my hamptons crib. But that's bigger than steven's. It's italian contractors obviously. Chrissy, look at all these gold records. Whoa! What do we have here? You like that shit? A little christmas present to myself. Isn't that a sight to behold? I do so love a good firearm in my hand. You people are alright. "Godfather", I seen that movie two hundred times. "Godfather ii" was definitely the shit. The third one... A lot of people didn't like it. But I think it was just misunderstood. So what kind of business do you want to discuss? Mr. Herman rabkin. I don't know him personally but I know his history. In the late 50's and 60's he owned f-note records. I don't know what it was fuckin' called, but, yeah, hesh was in the music business. Little situation here. A distant, but deceased quasi-cousin on my mother's side, little jimmy willis, 50's legend. Two seminal hit records was his legacy. "Drug tragedy". "Such a fool". Oh, I love that. They play it all the time on oldies radio! Herman, he was just another in a long line of white motherfuckers stealing royalties from the black man that made them money in the first place. Jimmy's mother, out in an san bernardino, who I'm content to call my aunt, is owed that money. Hesh is the world's sweetest guy. But I've heard his opinions on giving back pieces of israel. I can only imagine what he's gonna say about this shit. Feel fre e to enjoy the food and any other enjoyments. Champagne, sir, ma'am? Yeah. |
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That guy's a gangster? I'm a gangster. I'm an O.G. Original gangster, not him. Fucking lawn jockey. He's got the fly hamptons house. Alec Baldwin comes over. Whitney houston. What do I got? I sit in the fucking pork store for christ's sake. But the mooleys, they got it going on and they're on tv. They don't take no shit. Soprano crew. It's always secret this... And that. Fuckin' gets on my nerves. Junior with his moldy ol' sweaters and he's the fuckin' boss! And you were just feeling so good about yourself. Our thing once ruled the music business. Did you know that? No. We bankrolled acts. Blacks, everybody. Paid the dj's or busted heads to get 'em played on the air. They were some great italian singers. Fuckin' A. Frankie valli. Dion. The rascals. That whole Philly thing. My dad used to talk about those guys. Now! Fuckin' drum machines, some ignorant poetry and any fuckin' 4th grade dropout is chairman of the board. Gansta. (Bon jovi on radio) talk about paisan pride. Go jovi! |
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Oh, you're home. Hey. Barb wagner called. You remember her from the fund-raiser? What, the mayonnaises from up the street? They invited us to a barbecue over at their house. Alright, I didn't think so. You still with the brochures? You believe how much it costs for a college education for four years. We got enough. I know we got enough. But how much is enough? I mean, god forbid, what if something should happen? You dig out my blue suit. You call up old man coletti. You tell him not to put too much make-up on my face. Don't joke around about this, tony. You'll be taken care of. You're always telling me the same thing. I'll be taken care of. By who? What is with the look? Did you just make a score? No. I wish. You know, tony it's a multiple choice thing with you. I can't tell if you're old fashioned, paranoid or just a fucking asshole. So what do I tell the wagners about this barbecue? You want to go? Sure. Even cusamano asked me to play a little golf with him at his club. |
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Sorry. Alright, alright. Prick, new maitre' d. He's really on the rag tonight. I'll talk to him. Remember richie santini? Yeah, you used to fuck him. That really sums it up. I knew him since we were three. He lived next door. Yeah, we had our little phase. What about him? You've heard his band. "Defiler"? I'm not into that head-banging shit. Well, you were talking about the good old days. Italians running the music business. And here's richie, this musician who you know. They're not a hair band anymore and they're really good. And like you said yourself, how much money there was in this thing. You mean like richie santini? You think massive genius would be interested? It's a whole different thing. Black. But he's got a company. Massive G. Productions. Shit, they make movies even. Massive does owe me a favor. I'm arranging a sit down for him with hesh. I was thinking about-- okay, I know this sounds kind of funny. Music management. Ah. Working here, I have met people, important people. Learned people skills, how to deal with big egos, solve problems. And with my love of all kinds of music... Maybe alec Baldwin would come to our house. (Music playing) it's just an old demo. No, you know what? Fuck it. Let's set you up. What? I got money. You're right. With how much you listen to the radio, you'd be good. I can't believe it. But I get to pick what you wear. Dress you up. I like that. |
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This place has the flavor. The gelding, name is sydney. So how come you never wrote a song about him? When you and little jimmy were writing partners on all his hits, did you write the music and him the lyrics or was it the other way around? We had our own process. So that "ooh-wack-adoo, wack-a-dooley-doo, I'm so blue", that spring from your experience or the little brother's? One could write a song about a horse. But in order for it to be a hit with your target audience, he'd have to have a mounted cop on him to be ripped up the ass by a mac 10, no? So you bought horses with your royalties. And little jimmy's royalties, whatever became of those? He bought horse. Music business back then we were breaking all the rules. Making them, breaking 'em as we went along. You mean rapin' and pillagin'. Things haven't changed much, huh? Were we hard nosed? Yeah. But we gave a lot of kids their start. Lot of negro youth. Took them out of the ghetto. Kids with talent. Put them on the stage. Herman, ordinarily I'd more than happen to stroll down memory lane with you. But it's reparations that I seek. Why don't we c all this what it is. A shake down. Your own father was a silent partner in f-note records. Made sure that the records got airplay, isn't that right? Yeah, that money bought my house down at the jersey shore. What do you wanna do here, hesh? I'm guided by you. He's got to do the right thing. That's what. Yo. Hey, you're way out of line, kid. Let's get some cold fuckin' fizzy water on your head. |
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Thank you, jen. Let's get right to the point, huh? What's in this for you? If you read chuck d's book, you know that he advises that reparations be made by the jewish studio moguls in hollywood. On account of the way black folks have been portrayed in film. Now, that's only germane to this argument in as much as I feel that the grievances in the music business are far worse. You're talking to the wrong white man, my friend. My people were the white man's nigger when yours were still painting their faces and chasing zebras. As far as louie B. Meyer is concerned, what are you fucking nuts? My lawyers have done a little research. I think the final figure is somewhere around $400,000. Now, a cashiers check made out to a mrs. Idella willis will set the record straight. Or what? What was it that she called him? Oh, yeah. "That nice man." I think she said. |
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o, how's your neighbor? The one with no neck? The sopranos? Well, there's a new car in the driveway every other week. But besides that. He gave me a gift of some excellent cuban cigars. And you accepted them? Uh-huh. See, eroding the neighborhood values. He was thanking me for referring him to a physician. Which he's very happy with. Really? What does that do to property values having a gangster living next door? Are you kidding? Safest block in the neighb... And being a gangster what does it mean anyway? That's true. Some of the shit I see in the boardroom. I don't know if I'd make a distinction. Oh, will you please. It's not the same thing. Bugging, bribes... I don't know. Sometimes I think the only thing separating the american business from the mobs is fuckin' whackin' somebody. Listen to you. What? Whackin'. He hangs around with tony soprano for 15 minutes, and it's fuckin' this and fuckin' that. We were over there for that fund-raiser. I didn't see any guns anywhere. Oh, but that bar with the goombah murano glass. I like murano glass. Those montecristos... What do you say? After dinner? |
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I know it ain't your type of music, but... I like any kind of music that turns shit green. Richie's been through a lot. It's deepened his writing. As a metal band, they were fuckin' great. But this, as far as I am concerned, blows away matchbox 20. So what do they call themselves? Used to be "defiler". Then some personnel changes, bass and drums. But richie and vito are still the core of the band. Now they're called "visiting day". This is some loud shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeeeow! That's richie. And that's vito. Fuck you! Hey, sit the fuck down, you mullethead. This isn't the right place for them. You suck! You know, without the right help from you, "visiting day" can end up in the miscellaneous v section. You interested? Yes. |
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That scene, where pesci sticks the guy's head in a vice and then he fuckin' pops his eye out. I thought I was gonna die. I'll be right back, okay? Excuse me. It's this way, right? Yes, right up-- thank you. (Grunting) |
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I don't know. What? Richie... Guy's 30, still lives with his parents. It's because of the accident. Richie had third degree burns from trying to grill that trout with a downed power line. At the same time being electrocuted turned his life around. Well, you did some ace fucking selling. You think? Yeah, thing is though, music, it's not something you can hold in your hands, you know. Like football betting cards or coke. It's art. Berry gordy, whatever. He had to see it in the supremes. It's an instinct. I see it in richie. Yeah. Probably is. I'm really fucking doing it. And it's all thanks to you. Make a demo cd like massive advised. And then... Yeah! |
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