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Goodfellas is a 1990 film about the rise and fall of 3 gangsters, spanning three decades.

Directed past Martin Scorsese. Written past Nicholas Pileggi and Martin Scorsese, based on Pileggi'southward book, Wiseguy: Life in a Mafia Family.

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

Equally far back as I can remember, I always wanted to exist a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the U.s.a.. Fifty-fifty earlier I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-schoolhouse job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was in that location that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like everyone else. I hateful, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in front end of a hydrant and nobody e'er gave them a ticket. In the summertime when they played cards all dark, nobody always chosen the cops.
Paulie might've moved boring, only information technology was merely because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.
He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd take to take a beating. Merely past then I didn't care. The way I saw it everybody takes a beating one-time.
Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a slice of everything they made. And information technology was tribute, just like in the old country, except they were doing it here in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that'due south what information technology's all nearly. That'due south what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the system does is offering protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's information technology. That's all. They're similar the constabulary section for wiseguys.
One mean solar day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the style home. You know why? It was outta respect.
For united states to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to u.s., those goody-skillful people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried virtually their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no assurance. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hitting then bad, believe me, they never complained again.
At present the guy's got Paulie equally a partner. Whatsoever problems, he goes to Paulie. Problem with the bill? He tin go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. Only now the guy's gotta come with Paulie'due south money every week, no matter what. Business concern bad? "Fuck yous, pay me." Oh, you had a burn down? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got striking by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Also, Paulie could practice anything. Particularly run up bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And equally soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, you move the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a disbelieve. You lot have a two hundred dollar example of booze and you sell information technology for a hundred. Information technology doesn't matter. It's all turn a profit. And and then finally, when there'due south nothing left, when you tin't borrow another buck from the bank or buy another case of booze, you bust the joint out. You light a lucifer.
For near of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. You lot got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over zippo and before you knew it, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no large deal. We had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was part of the Gambino coiffure and was considered untouchable. Before you could touch a made guy, you had to have a good reason. You had to have a sitdown, and you meliorate get an okay, or you lot'd be the one who got whacked.
Sat nighttime was for wives, but Fri night at the Copa was ever for the girlfriends.
Run across, you know when you remember of prison house, you get pictures in your mind of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...But information technology wasn't similar that for wiseguys. Information technology really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the joint was doing existent time, all mixed together, living like pigs. But we lived solitary. And we owned the joint.
[later the Lufthansa heist] It fabricated him sick to have to turn money over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyhow, what did I care? I wasn't asking for anything and besides, Jimmy was making nice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of expressionless gangsters] But still, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open information technology to see a dead human being hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
You lot know, nosotros always called each other goodfellas. Similar you lot said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He'south all correct. He'south a good fella. He's one of us." You understand? Nosotros were goodfellas. Wiseguys. Simply Jimmy and I could never exist made because we had Irish gaelic blood. Information technology didn't even thing that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a coiffure you lot've got to exist one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old land. See, information technology'south the highest award they can give yous. It means y'all belong to a family unit and crew. It means that nobody can fuck effectually with you. Information technology also means you lot could fuck effectually with anybody merely as long as they aren't likewise a member. It's similar a license to steal. It'south a license to practice annihilation. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made. Nosotros would now have one of our own every bit a member.
[about Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that we could do nearly it. Batts was a fabricated man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit notwithstanding and have it. It was among the Italians. It was existent greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open up coffin at the funeral.
For a second, I thought I was dead, but when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. But cops talk that way. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.
If you lot're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that manner. There weren't any arguments or curses similar in the movies. So your murderers come up with smiles. They come equally your friends, the people who take cared for you all of your life, and they always seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest and well-nigh in need of their help.
It was easy for all of the states to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the name of my married woman or my mother-in-police. My driver'due south license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My birth certificate, arrest sheet, and my service tape from the Army were all that existed to bear witness to the government I was ever alive.
See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like film stars with musculus. We had it all, simply for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed. Annihilation I wanted was a phone call away. Gratuitous cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet twenty, thirty grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't hateful anything. When I was broke I would exit and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it's all over. And that's the hardest function. Today, everything is different. There's no activeness. I take to wait around like anybody else. Can't even get decent nutrient. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an boilerplate nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Colina [edit]

Ane dark, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nix similar it. I didn't think at that place was anything strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-year-old kid with such connections. He was an heady guy. He was really overnice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.
I know there are women, like my best friends, who would accept gotten out of in that location the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
Well, nosotros weren't married to nine-to-five guys, just the start time I realized how unlike was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much make-up. I mean, they didn't look very adept. They looked beat-upwards. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and cheap. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked nearly how rotten their kids were and about beating them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids withal didn't pay any attention...After a while, information technology got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crimes. It was more like Henry was enterprising and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while the other guys were sitting on their asses waiting for hand-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The merely style they could make extra coin, real extra money, was to get out and cut a few corners...We were all and then very close. I hateful, at that place were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
We always did everything together and we e'er were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were always the commencement at the hospital. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we ever went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to be normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to become out and risk his neck only to become us the piffling extras.
But still I couldn't injure him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was all the same very attracted to him. Why should I give him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

Jimmy: [To young Henry, afterwards he gets cleared in courtroom] Congratulations, here'south your graduation present [Puts money in Henry'south pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, but you did it right. You told 'em nothing and they got nothing.

Henry: I thought yous'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'thousand non mad, I'g proud of ya. You took your starting time pinch like a human, and yous learned the 2 most of import things in life. Y'all listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your rima oris close. [Gives Henry an affectionate light slap on the cheek and leads him out of the courtroom. Outside, Paulie and many of the other gangsters are waiting for him.]

Paulie: Hey, you lot broke yer cherry! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

Henry: You're a pistol! You're actually funny. You're really funny!

Tommy: What exercise you mean I'thousand funny?

Henry: Information technology'south funny, you know. It'south a good story, it's funny, you're a funny guy!

Tommy: [dangerously] What exercise you hateful? Y'all mean the way I talk? What?

[Anybody becomes quiet]

Henry: It's just, you know, yous're just funny. Information technology's funny, the way yous tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I hateful, what's funny virtually information technology?

Anthony: Tommy, no, yous got it all incorrect —

Tommy: Oh, oh, Anthony. He'south a big male child, he knows what he said. [to Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?

Anthony: You lot're correct.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

Henry: Merely, ya know, you're funny.

Tommy: You mean, let me understand this, 'cause, ya know perchance it's me, I'm a little fucked upwards mayhap, simply I'yard funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I charm you? I make yous laugh, I'1000 here to fuckin' amuse you? What do yous mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: Just... y'all know, how y'all tell the story — what?

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. Y'all said it! How exercise I know? You lot said I'k funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me?! Tell me, tell me what'south funny!

[Long suspension]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

Tommy: Ya motherfucker! I nigh had him, I most had him! You stuttering prick, you! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold under questioning!

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed similar crime. It was more like Henry was enterprising, and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while all the other guys were sitting on their asses, waiting for handouts. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons, they were blue-collar guys. The only way they could brand extra money, existent extra money, was to get out and cut a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Tommy: Where'due south the strongbox, you fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] Nosotros were all then very shut. I hateful, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did not take care of themselves; they looked beat up and their faces were caked with makeup. Most of the time was spent talking about how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids notwithstanding wouldn't pay attending. [afterward in her sleeping accommodation] I don't think I tin can practise it, Henry.

Henry: Practise what?

Karen: This whole affair. Jeannie said her hubby was sent to jail. God forestall, what if that happened to you?

Henry: Bet she didn't tell you why her husband went there?

Karen: How come?

Henry: To become abroad from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they want to. We beat the system and I got information technology all figured out. I am organized; I got my shit together. You know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they get caught? Because they fall asleep in the getaway car.

Tommy: Just don't get bustin' my balls, Billy, okay?

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go domicile and get your shine box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was smashing. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd brand your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He fabricated a lot of money, besides. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more than shines. Possibly yous didn't hear about information technology, you lot've been away a long time; they didn't go upwardly there and tell you. I don't smooth shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You flipped correct out, what's got into you? I'yard breakin' your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm only kiddin' with ya.

Tommy: Sometimes yous don't sound similar yous're kidding, you lot know? At that place's a lotta people around...

Baton: Tommy, I'k only kiddin' with y'all. We're having a political party and I only came abode, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your assurance, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't hateful to offend you.

Tommy: I'1000 sorry likewise. It'southward okay. No problem.

Billy: Okay, salud. [moment of silence as he takes a beverage] Now go domicile and go ya fuckin' shinebox!

Tommy: [smashes his glass in anger] Motherfuckin' mutt! You, you fuckin' piece of shit...! [Henry and Jimmy restrain him]

Billy: [taunting] Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come up on! Come on! Let him become!

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking push button! That fake sometime tough guy! You bought your fucking button! Keep that motherfucker hither, keep him hither! [leaves]

Tommy: Spider, that cast on your human foot is bigger than your fucking head. Next thing you know he'll have 1 of these fucking walkers. But you can yet dance. Give united states a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, y'all. Tell the truth. Yous want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

Spider: Why don't you go fuck yourself, Tommy?

[Everyone, just Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear right. I tin can't believe what I heard. [giving Spider cash] This is for you lot. I got respect for this child, he'southward got a lot of fucking balls. Healthy! Don't take no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the pes, he tells him to go fuck himself. Tommy, y'all gonna let this fucking punk become away with that? What's this world coming to?

Tommy: [standing and shooting Spider] That's what the fucking world'south coming to, how exercise ya similar that? How's that?

Henry: What is wrong with you?!

Jimmy: What is the fucking matter with you?! What, are you stupid or what?! I was kidding with you lot. Are yous a ill maniac?

Tommy: How exercise I know you're kidding? You breaking my fucking balls?!

Jimmy: I'm fucking kidding with you, you lot fucking shoot the guy?!

Henry: [inspecting Spider on the floor] He's expressionless.

Tommy: [after a brief silence] I'm a good shot, what do you want from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this distance?

Tommy: You got a problem with what I did, Anthony? Fucking rat, anyway. His family's all rats, he'd have grown up to be a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe yous. Now, y'all're gonna dig the fucking matter now. You're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna practise it.

Tommy: Fine! I'll dig the fucking hole, I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first pigsty I ever dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

Paulie: [most Henry'due south adulterous] Karen came to the business firm. She's very upset. This is no skillful; you gotta straighten this out. We gotta have calm.

Jimmy: We don't know what she'll do.

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to take it easy. Yous got children. I'thousand not proverb become back to her this infinitesimal, just you got to go back. You got to continue up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every twenty-four hours commiserating, the two of them. I just can't have it. I can't do it, Henry. I tin can't do it. Nobody says you can't practice what you want. Nosotros all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You have to practice what'southward right. You have to go home to the family. Yous got to get dwelling, okay? Look at me. You got to go abode. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know but what to say to her. I'll say you lot'll go back to her and it'll be like when you first got married. I'll romance her. Information technology'll be beautiful. I know how to talk to her, especially to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you go with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You come with me.

Paulie: Have a skillful time. Sit in the sun. Accept a few days off.

Jimmy: We'll accept a good fourth dimension.

Paulie: After that, you'll get back to Karen. There's no other style. No divorce. We're non animoli.

Jimmy: No divorce. She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him, but non divorce him. [they laugh]

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Guard: Mrs. Hill, this mode. Sign this book, please.

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Proper noun of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Company: Janice Rossi

Visitor'due south middle

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are y'all talking most?

Karen: I saw her proper noun in the annals.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You lot want her to visit you? Allow her stay up all nighttime, crying and writing letters to the parole board.

Henry: What am I doing hither? Where am I? I'm in jail. I can't end people from coming to see me.

Karen: Adept. Let her sneak this stuff every week. [Karen dangles a bag of illegal drugs in front him] Let her fight these bastards every week!

Henry: Look what y'all're doing! Stop information technology!

Karen: I'grand sad. Permit her sneak this shit in for you.

Henry: Will you end it, Karen? Will you stop information technology?

Karen: Permit her do information technology! Allow her do information technology!

Henry: Finish It!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

Karen: Nobody is helping me. I am all solitary. Belle and Morrie are bankrupt. I asked your friend Remo for the money that he owes you, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids down to the constabulary station and get on welfare.

Henry: Karen, It'southward going to exist okay.

Karen: Yes? Fifty-fifty Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never see anybody anymore.

Henry: Information technology'southward only you and me. That's what happens when you lot get away. I told you that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. As long as he's on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing anything.

Karen: I tin can't exercise information technology.

Henry: Yeah, you lot can. Karen, Listen to me. All I need is for yous to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in here from Pittsburgh who'll help me move it. Believe me, in a month nosotros're gonna be fine. We won't need anybody.

Karen: I'yard afraid. I'1000 agape if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry nearly him. He is not helping u.s.a. out. Is he putting any nutrient on the table? We've gotta help each other. Nosotros've only gotta-- Listen, We've gotta be really conscientious while we do information technology.

Karen: I don't want to hear a word about her anymore, Henry.

Henry: Never.

Henry has just been released from prison

Henry'due south Children: Daddy! Are yous out for good? Are yous coming to my recital? Here is a movie I drew!

Henry takes a look at the depression-rent tenement his wife and kids are looking in and reacts with disgust

Henry: Karen, go packed. Nosotros are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? You accept a coming together with your parole officer tommorow.

Henry: Don't worry, they owe me $15,000. Who wants to go to Uncle Paulie'due south?

Children cheer. Cutting to Paulie'due south house where people take a big dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in individual

Paulie: I practice non desire any more of that shit.

Henry: I accept no idea what'due south going on here.

Paulie: I mean the drugs! I do not want whatever more of that junk.

Henry: Paulie, why would I want to get mixed upwards in that?

Paulie: Just don't exercise information technology. I am non talking about what you did in the can. You become a pass for that. In there y'all had to exercise what you had to practice to support your family. I am talking near here and now. I do non desire to terminate up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years simply for proverb good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor man is going to dice in prison. And then I am warning anybody, information technology could be my son, it could be anyone.

[Cutting to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] Information technology took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, merely when I did, information technology was a existent score. In a month I had a down payment on my house and things were rolling. I knew equally long as the greenbacks kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

Henry: [sniveling] Paulie, I am really sorry.

Paulie: Yous fucked up good. Y'all looked me in the eye and treated me like shit; like I was nobody.

Henry: I couldn't come up to you; not after what you lot said to me. I was ashamed then; I am ashamed at present. I swear on my kids, I am clean. But I got nowhere else to become. I could really apply some help now.

Paulie: Take this.

[Paulie pulls a wad of greenbacks out of his pocket and hands it to Henry]

Henry: Thanks.

Paulie: And now I take to plough my back on you. There is no other way.

Henry: [narrating] My reward for a lifetime of service to Paulie: $iii,200. It was not even enough to pay for my casket.

Henry enters a diner

Henry{as narrator}: I got there 15 minutes early, Jimmy was already in that location waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, exercise not talk on the phone. Now you meet why? Do non worry, I recollect you stand a proficient chance of chirapsia this case.

Jimmy: There was a kid nosotros knew, turned out to exist a rat.

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Yeah. Plant him hiding in Florida. How would you lot feel about going with Anthony, take care of that guy?

[Jimmy slips a bulletin with information. Screen freeze-frames]

Henry: [narrating] Jimmy never asked me to whack a guy before. Now in the midst of all this he is asking me to go to Florida and practise a hit with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would accept never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
"As far back as I can recollect, I've always wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
Murderers come with smiles.
Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
In a earth that'southward powered by violence, on the streets where the violent have power, a new generation carries on an old tradition.