Welcome to Collinwood

This Bellini is starting to look
like a real fucking Kapuchnick.

Watch your mouth!
Are you insane?
You trying to jinx us?

- Where are you going?
- To do the job.

Can we do the job
with only four of us?

At this point,
I don't give a good goddamn.

Wait a minute, here.
Let's calm down
and get our minds right.

Minds right? You're standing there
with a fucking butcher's knife.

- The girl, she's here! Out the window.
- Who?

- The chick, the maid. Out the window!
- Oh, my God!

- I'm not going out there.
- It's the only way. Go.

There's no place to go
once you get out except down!

Oh, my God!
- Carmela.
- Pero?

What a surprise.
How did you find...?

How did you know where to find me?
- Is this your place?
- No, this is much too modest for me.

This is my brother's place.
My brother Mico.
He's an artist. He likes the squalor.

- Hi, Mico. I'm Carmela.
- Hello, young woman.

I'd shake your hands,
but I'm inspecting these bottles.

What's the matter?
I'm afraid of...
I'm afraid of heights.

I wanted to tell you something.
I quit the old ladies tonight. Yeah.
- You'll find another job.
- You would've been so proud of me.

I never told you this before,
but they were really terrible to me.

The things they would make me do.
They're incontinent, for God's sakes.