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Goodfellas is a 1990 movie about the rising and fall of three gangsters, spanning three decades.

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

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

Every bit far back as I can remember, I ever wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was meliorate than being President of the United States. Even before I offset wandered into the cabstand for an later-school job, I knew I wanted to exist a part of them. It was at that place that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody always gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all dark, nobody e'er called the cops.
Paulie might've moved dull, only it was simply considering Paulie didn't have to motion for anybody.
He knew what went on at that cab stand up, and every once in a while I'd accept to take a beating. Just by and then I didn't care. The way I saw it everybody takes a chirapsia sometime.
Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they fabricated. And it 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'southward what it's all well-nigh. That's what the FBI could never empathise. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's information technology. That'due south all. They're like the law department for wiseguys.
Ane solar day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the style home. Yous know why? It was outta respect.
For usa to live whatever other way was nuts. Uh, to the states, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried about their bills were expressionless. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got striking so bad, believe me, they never complained once more.
At present the guy's got Paulie every bit a partner. Any bug, he goes to Paulie. Problem with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he tin phone call Paulie. Merely now the guy's gotta come up up with Paulie's money every calendar week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a burn down? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Too, Paulie could practice anything. Particularly run up bills on the articulation'due south credit. And why non? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyhow. And as presently as the deliveries are made in the front door, you move the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a discount. Yous have a ii hundred dollar example of booze and yous sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It'south all turn a profit. And then finally, when there's nothing left, when you can't borrow another buck from the banking concern or buy another case of alcohol, you bust the joint out. You light a match.
For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the merely way that everybody stayed in line. You lot got out of line, yous got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, fifty-fifty if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I hateful, hits only became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over nothing and before you knew information technology, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the fourth dimension. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no large bargain. We had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a fabricated guy. Batts was office of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Before you could touch a fabricated guy, you had to take a good reason. Y'all had to have a sitdown, and you better get an okay, or you'd be the one who got whacked.
Sat night was for wives, simply Friday dark at the Copa was e'er for the girlfriends.
Come across, you lot know when y'all call up of prison, you get pictures in your heed of all those quondam movies with rows and rows of guys backside confined...But it wasn't similar that for wiseguys. It really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the articulation was doing real time, all mixed together, living similar pigs. But nosotros lived alone. And we endemic the joint.
[after the Lufthansa heist] Information technology fabricated him ill 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 dead gangsters] But still, months later on the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police environs a truck, open it to meet a dead man hanging on a claw like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen and then potent it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
You lot know, we ever called each other goodfellas. Like yous said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna similar this guy. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's 1 of us." You sympathize? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never exist made because we had Irish claret. It didn't even thing that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to be 1 hundred per cent Italian then they can trace all your relatives back to the old state. See, it'southward the highest honor they can give you. It means you belong to a family unit and coiffure. It means that nobody can fuck around with you. Information technology as well means you lot could fuck effectually with anybody just as long every bit they aren't also a member. It's similar a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy beingness made, it was similar nosotros were all beingness made. We would now take i of our own as 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 about it. Batts was a fabricated man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit still and accept information technology. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face up so his mother couldn't give him an open bury at the funeral.
For a second, I idea I was expressionless, but when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that manner. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.
If yous're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you lot that they're going to impale you. It doesn't happen that way. At that place weren't any arguments or curses similar in the movies. Then your murderers come up with smiles. They come every bit your friends, the people who have cared for you all of your life, and they ever seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest and most in need of their assist.
It was easy for all of us to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the name of my married woman or my mother in law. My commuter'due south license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My nascence document, arrest sheet, and my service record from the Ground forces were all that existed to evidence to the government I was ever alive.
Come across, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like pic stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the request. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar basin total of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a telephone call away. Costless cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet twenty, thirty one thousand 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 go out and rob some more. Nosotros 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'south all over. And that'southward the hardest role. Today, everything is different. In that location'south no activity. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even become decent nutrient. Right later on I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'k an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

One night, Bobby Vinton sent united states of america champagne. There was cypher like information technology. I didn't think there was anything strange in any of this. You know, a xx-ane-yr-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
I know there are women, like my best friends, who would have gotten out of in that location the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I gotta acknowledge the truth. Information technology turned me on.
Well, we weren't married to nine-to-five guys, but the first time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much make-up. I mean, they didn't look very good. They looked beat-up. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and cheap. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked about how rotten their kids were and most chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids yet 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 encephalon surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The but way they could make extra money, real extra money, was to go out and cut a few corners...We were all so very close. I mean, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And beingness together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more than normal.
We ever did everything together and we always were in the aforementioned 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 e'er the outset at the infirmary. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we always 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 exit and risk his neck only to become usa the little extras.
Just notwithstanding I couldn't hurt him. How could I injure him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was still very attracted to him. Why should I requite him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

Jimmy: [To young Henry, after he gets cleared in court] Congratulations, hither's your graduation present [Puts money in Henry's pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I thought yous'd exist mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your starting time compression similar a man, and you learned the ii near important things in life. You lot listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate low-cal slap on the cheek and leads him out of the courtroom. Exterior, Paulie and many of the other gangsters are waiting for him.]

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

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

Tommy: What do you mean I'one thousand funny?

Henry: Information technology'due south funny, y'all know. It's a good story, information technology'southward funny, you're a funny guy!

Tommy: [dangerously] What do you mean? You lot hateful the fashion I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes quiet]

Henry: It's just, you lot know, you're but funny. It'due south funny, the style you tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I hateful, what'due south funny well-nigh information technology?

Anthony: Tommy, no, you got it all wrong —

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

Anthony: You lot're right.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, permit me sympathize this, 'crusade, ya know perchance it's me, I'1000 a niggling fucked up perchance, but I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I amuse yous? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' charm yous? What practise you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: But... you lot know, how you tell the story — what?

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. You said it! How practise I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

[Long pause]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

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

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to exist all normal. None of it seemed similar crime. It was more than 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-neckband guys. The only fashion they could brand actress money, real extra money, was to become out and cutting a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Tommy: Where's the strongbox, you lot fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] We were all then very close. I mean, in that location were never any outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup political party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did not take care of themselves; they looked crush up and their faces were caked with makeup. Well-nigh 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 still wouldn't pay attention. [afterwards in her chamber] I don't think I can do it, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

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

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To get away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no ane goes to jail unless they want to. Nosotros beat the system and I got it all figured out. I am organized; I got my shit together. Y'all know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they get defenseless? Because they fall asleep in the getaway automobile.

Tommy: Just don't go bustin' my balls, Baton, okay?

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna interruption your balls, I'd tell you to go habitation and get your smooth box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was corking. They, they used to telephone call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my linguistic communication. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of coin, as well. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more than shines. Possibly you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go up there and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what'south got into you lot? I'm breakin' your assurance a little bit, that'due south all. I'm merely kiddin' with ya.

Tommy: Sometimes you don't audio similar y'all're kidding, y'all know? At that place's a lotta people around...

Billy: Tommy, I'm simply kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came home, and I oasis't seen you in a long fourth dimension, and I'yard breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'1000 pitiful, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy: I'm pitiful also. It'south okay. No problem.

Baton: Okay, salud. [moment of silence every bit he takes a beverage] At present go home and become ya fuckin' shinebox!

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

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

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking button! That false old tough guy! You bought your fucking button! Keep that motherfucker here, keep him here! [leaves]

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking caput. Adjacent matter you know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. But you lot can nevertheless dance. Give usa a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You desire sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Everyone, merely Tommy, laughs]

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

Tommy: [standing and shooting Spider] That'southward what the fucking globe's coming to, how exercise ya like that? How'southward that?

Henry: What is wrong with you lot?!

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

Tommy: How practice I know yous're kidding? You breaking my fucking balls?!

Jimmy: I'thousand fucking kidding with you, yous fucking shoot the guy?!

Henry: [inspecting Spider on the floor] He'due south dead.

Tommy: [later a cursory silence] I'm a expert shot, what do you lot want from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this distance?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I tin't fucking believe you. At present, you're gonna dig the fucking affair at present. You're gonna dig the pigsty. I got no fucking lime, y'all're gonna practise it.

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

Paulie: [about Henry's cheating] Karen came to the firm. She's very upset. This is no skilful; you lot gotta straighten this out. Nosotros gotta have calm.

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to take it easy. You got children. I'm not saying go back to her this minute, merely you got to go back. Yous got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every mean solar day commiserating, the two of them. I but can't have it. I tin can't do it, Henry. I can't practice it. Nobody says you tin't do what you lot want. We all know that. This is what information technology is. We know what it is. Yous have to do what's right. You have to get dwelling house to the family. Y'all got to become home, okay? Expect at me. You got to go home. Smarten upwards.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know just what to say to her. I'll say you'll go dorsum to her and it'll be like when yous first got married. I'll romance her. It'll exist beautiful. I know how to talk to her, specially to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you go with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You lot come with me.

Paulie: Have a adept time. Sit in the sun. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: Nosotros'll have a good time.

Paulie: Afterward that, you'll become back to Karen. There'due south no other style. No divorce. Nosotros're not animoli.

Jimmy: No divorce. She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him, merely not divorce him. [they laugh]

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Loma

Proper noun of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Company's center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are yous talking virtually?

Karen: I saw her proper name in the annals.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

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

Henry: What am I doing here? Where am I? I'm in jail. I tin't stop people from coming to run into me.

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

Henry: Expect what you're doing! Stop information technology!

Karen: I'm sorry. Let her sneak this shit in for y'all.

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

Karen: Let her exercise it! Let her practice information technology!

Henry: Cease Information technology!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

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

Henry: Karen, It's going to be okay.

Karen: Yeah? Even Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never run across anybody anymore.

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

Karen: I can't do it.

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

Karen: I'one thousand afraid. I'm afraid if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I merely say, Don't worry about him. He is not helping the states out. Is he putting any nutrient on the table? Nosotros've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Mind, We've gotta exist really careful while we practise it.

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

Henry: Never.

Henry has just been released from prison

Henry's Children: Daddy! Are you out for proficient? Are you coming to my recital? Here is a picture I drew!

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

Henry: Karen, become packed. We are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? You have 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'southward firm where people have a big dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in individual

Paulie: I practise not desire any more of that shit.

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

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

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

Paulie: Only don't do information technology. I am not talking about what you did in the can. You get a pass for that. In at that place you lot had to do what y'all had to do to support your family. I am talking about hither and now. I practise not desire to end up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for maxim skillful morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his dorsum! Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor man is going to die in prison. So I am warning everyone, it could be my son, it could be anyone.

[Cutting to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me 2 weeks of sneaking the stuff around, but 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 as long as the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never discover out.

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

Paulie: You fucked up practiced. Yous looked me in the eye and treated me like shit; like I was nobody.

Henry: I couldn't come to you; not later what y'all said to me. I was ashamed and so; I am ashamed at present. I swear on my kids, I am clean. But I got nowhere else to go. I could really use some assist now.

Paulie: Accept this.

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

Henry: Cheers.

Paulie: And at present I accept to turn my dorsum on yous. There is no other way.

Henry: [narrating] My advantage for a lifetime of service to Paulie: $3,200. Information technology was non even enough to pay for my casket.

Henry enters a diner

Henry{every bit narrator}: I got there fifteen minutes early on, Jimmy was already there waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, do not talk on the telephone. At present you see why? Practise non worry, I recall you stand a good risk of chirapsia this example.

Jimmy: In that location was a kid we knew, turned out to be a rat.

Henry: Really?

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

[Jimmy slips a message 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 request me to go to Florida and practice a hit with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would have never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
"As far back as I tin remember, I've ever wanted to exist a gangster."—Henry Colina, Brooklyn, Due north.Y. 1955.
Murderers come with smiles.
Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
In a world that'due south powered past violence, on the streets where the trigger-happy have power, a new generation carries on an old tradition.