在狱中 他因患上神经梅毒 身心健康每况愈下
十年后 他不再被视为威胁 获释出狱
You alright, Fonse?
Gino, grab him!
来 我扶你 你没事的
Here we go, I got ya. You're alright.
Come on, I got ya.
So what're you thankful for, Vince?
My back teeth.
I'm grateful today that Freddy is finally back home.
I don't know.
You don't know?
You gotta have something you're thankful for.
You gotta come up with something.
It's Thanksgiving, that's what we do.
What's Thanksgiving about?
What do you mean? What, the whole thing?
Alright, you get the short version
'cause you're a short person.
It all started when Nana and your great grandpa,
Gabriel, when they first came to America.
And they roamed the land
for many, many, many years searching for a new home.
Back then Nana used to ride on top of my father's back.
That's how they used to get around back then.
So, after all this following, this lookin' and searching,
finally the found it.
A new home.
A nasty, cramped, little shoebox with a broke window,
a mattress, and three rats,
on a crappy little street in Brooklyn.
You ever been to Park Slope?
Didn't think so.
So we would sit up by the broke window with them three rats
and we'd look out that window
at all them other families out there having their lavish parties
and all their home-cooked pies and their roasted turkeys
and their stuffing with topped cranberries
and mountains of mashed potatoes and gravy, all that fancy stuff.
All them families out there, except for us.
'Cause we was broke.
We had nothing.
So every-every year about this time we get together
as a family and we shove it in Brooklyn's face.
Yeah, that's Thanksgiving.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
You got a call.
Where are you?
I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving.
Hey, what are you doing?
Yeah, I got family here.
Is there something that you need?
You know, Fonse.
What you need is a good fuckin' mechanic.
Get a nice oil change.
It's not the fuckin' oil.
You remember that 341A? Remember that?
The Cadillac, the one you got down in Wabash.
It was Hammond.
It was the modern one.
对 就是那辆 但是在哈蒙德买♥♥的
Yeah, yeah, it was the modern one, but it was Hammond.
I can't remember was that dark green, dark green
or dark, dark green?
Yeah. Dark green.
You know, Fonse, the kids are all going back up next week.
And I was thinking, maybe I'd stay down here with you and Mae.
You're gonna have to give up some stuff if you wanna stay
in the house through the next year
so we figured we'd stay here and help you sort it out.
Between all your statues and the painting collection
I- I think we could bag us at least 200, you know?
I mean, look, I know this ain't easy.
But if you don't get all this stuff outta here soon
and make some bread, Fonse,
you're gonna be completely screwed.
That's the truth.
We're just worried about you, Fonse.
Uncle Ralphie, can you get a towel?
Where'd that come from?
I'll bring you some fresh pants.
That's what I'm fucking talking about.
Make your hot cereal with Quaker Oats.
Cause Quaker Oats helps grow the stars of the future.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
our special Cobb Theatre presentation of
"The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre" Continues.
Just off the docks by the Chicago River in a black market warehouse
operated by none other than Al "Scarface" Capone,
notorious gangster and king of the Chicago underworld.
Here, Capone's top lieutenants gathered
to discuss their secret plan.
Looks like we got here uh...
ten cents of cop disguises courtesy of our friend Andy.
Meanwhile down in the quiet paradise of South Florida,
Al Capone relaxes by the pool, cigar in hand.