Spicy City (1997) s01e02 Episode Script
Mano's Hands
1
The name's Raven,
"La Raven" to you.
And this is
My crib.
"the roost" social club.
Ask any cabbie the way.
It's right on the border
of el barrio and uptown.
Right between poverty and wealth,
mind and matter,
good and evil.
Though these days,
those words don't
have much meaning.
"The Roost" is what
you might call a speakeasy.
But nothing's ever easy here.
Everything's got a price tag
on it these days.
Good help is so hard to find.
Just ask Mano Mantillo.
The fattest congalero
this side of the equator.
Everyone moves to the beat
his hands pound out.
Talented boy that Mano.
But even talent needs
a little love and support.
Ladies and gentlemen,
give the boys a hand.
They're gonna need at least one
when this one's over.
Ahh !
Look at this guy !
Mano !
C'mon, Stevie,
Aren't you gonna dance with me ?
Big Vinnie, didn't say nothing
about no dancing.
Later !
Hey, Stevie, pretty smooth !
Yeah, man.
Stevie's real cool with the ladies.
Looks like you found yourself
a princess for the night.
Divine, baby,
Divina.
I can see her blood moving.
All I can see is her butt.
And if I was you
I'd look for another queen.
She belongs to big Vinnie.
This whole town belongs to big Vinnie.
I'm just making her dance, baby.
Yeah.
Just watch your hands.
That was some heavy dancing.
Looks like you were trying to
call up some spirits and shit.
And who are you ?
My name is Armando Mantillo.
They call me mano
Because of my hands.
Don't worry about that.
I like it when they bleed.
They call me
Red.
Can i call you "red beans" ?
That's what i felt like eating
When i saw you dancing.
Come visit me.
I work after hours
At the gin rummy.
What's big Vinnie gonna say ?
Hey, big Vinnie doesn't own me !
I can do whatever
The fuck i want !
Can't you see that ?!
Red beans, we'll see.
I guess we will,
Mr. Mano.
At last things are starting
To happen for me !
Mano, my man !
You missed your appointment this week.
Big Vinnie missed you.
You know how
he feels about you.
I hope you wasn't
making time with Red.
He wouldn't like to hear that.
I wouldn't like to hear that.
Tell big Vinnie
I see him after the set, okay ?
You're not gonna make the set.
What the fuck is going on here !?
Where the fuck is Vinnie ?
I want to talk to big Vinnie !
Don't worry about big Vinnie.
He had to take care something.
We're gonna take care of you.
Stevie, the hands.
The hands, stevie !
What the fuck
are you staring like that?!
What you doing,
You a-rhythmical maricon !
Hey !
Maybe we just take
The hands for payment.
Stop joking man, okay ?
You don't need the hands.
Wait,
I don't know !
They sure can make
The ladies dance, asshole !
Okay, look, guys,
I do the next delivery for free.
No good, mano.
You fucked up the last delivery.
Most of it went up your fuckin' nose !
You assholes are bluffing !
You can't cut off my hands !
These hands make more money
For big Vinnie in one night
Than you guys bring in a fucking year !
You cut 'em off and he'd kill you !
Go on, cut 'em off !
I dare you, dickless !
Two lefts lead-footed
orphaned at birth !
Stevie, what are you doing ?
No !
Ahh !
Ahh, no !
You did it.
The boss is gonna
have your fucking head.
Hey,
Look at that !
The hands are still--
That's right, man !
They're gonna get you, too !
They're saving you for dessert !
Mr. Cocarichie !
A mr. Kanoli is here to see you !
Stevie ? Send him in.
Go on up.
You don't look so good, Stevie.
What's wrong, pal of mine ?
The hands.
What hands ?
Mano's hands.
What the fuck are you talking about ?
Mano's hands,
They, uh
They ran off just like that.
Where's mano ?
Still in the warehouse.
He got me mad,
his hands got me mad.
Why isn't he banging
on his bongo drums
and making us more money ?
I, uh
I chopped off his hands, b.v.
What ?!
He called me a-rhythmic.
You are a-rhythmic, you asshole.
Have you ever seen yourself dance ?
But what do you care ?
You didn't have to chop off
his fucking hands.
You guys were supposed
to find my lost merchandise
Not damage more of my assets,
you freak !
I swear to you, Stevie,
If you wanna breathe another breath,
You better go find those hands,
you fuck !
Next Friday those hands
better be back on Mano's arms
'cause i got a shit-load of customers
coming to see him play.
Aah !
Aah !
It's okay, shh.
It's me.
Red beans, baby,
It's me.
I
I dream my hands
were gone.
AAH !
I was gonna pay that fucker !
I swear I was gonna pay him in full !
And then I was gonna go somewhere else
To start fresh.
Vinnie sent Stevie to find the hands.
So you just relax.
Until the hands show up
And Vinnie calls for you.
He couldn't find his own pecker.
What's with this "Vinnie" ?
Why can't you call him
Big Vinnie like everybody else ?
I just can't see that big,
sloppy, nasty,
fat, greasy, pig touching you.
Let's just say that I never licked blood
off his greasy thumbs, okay ?
I ain't even got no thumbs !
They're out there somewhere !
We gotta go looking for them.
We could try the chop shops.
Well we better do it soon.
If those hands are
left free for too long
They're gonna go crazy !
They gotta have their music !
They got to play !
Whoa, man, where you come from ?
Hey, man, stop it !
That's a genuine
Carlos Santana from 1998 !
I told you there'd be hell to pay.
Those fucking hands miss Mano.
Why the hell can't you
catch up with them,
Dickhead ?
Boss, I got a lead.
What kind of a lead is
A three-day-old newspaper ?
You stupid son-of-a-jackass-bitch !
You go visit that bruja bitch
That does all that voodoo shit.
You better get Mano and
those hands back together
Fast !
Okay, boss, i'm on it.
Christ on a bun.
Someone's coming.
Who's that knocking at my door ?
Big Vinnie sent me.
Ah, i never seen you.
When did you start working
for Big Vinnie ?
That doesn't matter.
Where are the hands ?
Sound a little desperate there.
Sounds like Big Vinnie
is going to feed his pit bulls
if somebody doesn't come up with a pair
of the most beautiful hands
you've ever seen,
or ever will see.
Hands are hands,
Now let's go find them.
Not that easy, baby.
When Mano was a kid,
His mother came to me.
She had dreams for her baby.
Paid me crazy money
to ensure his future.
All the music lessons in the world
Couldn't produce a pair
of hands like I did !
Now
Where were the hands last ?
Latin Rhythm music store.
Not any more.
Work for me, Yorba.
They're just off Ellray
At the Escobar Social Club in Brooklyn.
We got a lot of ground to cover.
That little computer
could tell you all that ?
Well, it's not telling me
why someone would chop the hands
off the best conga player
In New York City.
Feels like someone
might have a complex.
You love fingers, baby.
Shut up, lady !
Let's go find those hands
or else we'll both be in trouble.
What'd she say ?
"the goat who breaks the drum
Will have to pay with his skin."
But this goat's hands are
too big to hold a chicken leg.
Stevie Kanoli, Sicilian,
born in New Jersey.
Raised in East Harlem,
Pleasant Avenue.
Always wanted to be a piano player,
But could never figure out the rhythm.
His hands--
Okay, okay, okay,
So you know me !
Now can we go look
for the hands already ?
Those hands are a powerful tool.
A tool ?!
Don't worry !
The hands will come to us.
You just need a little confidence, love.
I have all the confidence I need.
Why do you get so scared
when i get close to you ?
You're not getting close to me,
don't flatter yourself.
I'm touching you and
you don't even know it.
Right, whatever you say.
See how you fidget
as I get close to you ?
Hold your horses, lady.
You were hired to find Mano's hands,
Not to get close to me.
Can't you see why Vinnie
sent you to me ?
He wants to make a man
out of a boy.
I'm already a man !
In body.
Let me look at your soul.
Ooh, baby !
Can you feel the love tonight ?
Okay, okay, already !
I'm up !
Have I got news for you.
Hey, mister, you're kinda cute.
Yes, that's it.
Oh, yes.
Yes, baby.
Yes, that's it.
Baby, that's it, right there.
Ooh,
Right, there.
Ooh, yeah, baby !
Oh !
Well, that was kinda fun.
Now where's my money ?
I'm not playing, cutey.
Where's my money ?
Maybe you didn't hear me.
Where the fuck is my money ?!
Hey, come back here, you deadbeat !
This is the place.
Kanoli, don't let us down.
Gotcha !
Try to bolt on me, will you ?
Aah !
Now for you.
Hey !
Hey !
What the hell ? Let me go !
Yo !
Hey, you bastard !
Hey, you !
I gotcha !
C'mon, c'mon.
I gotta take you home.
I'm sorry.
"it" ?
What happened to the other one ?!
Little accident.
Little accident, my ass.
You whiny bunch of losers.
How can I get anything done
When i'm surrounded
by inept freaks like you ?
A clumsy idiot,
A gimp bongo beater,
An overweight voodoo doll,
And a nymphomaniac !
You're all fired !
I can find myself some new talent.
At least my pit bulls
are gonna be happy tonight.
Wait, boss, give me a chance.
I can bring down the house
With one hand tied behind my back.
Let's fix you up, honey.
And now, here he is at last,
The world's premier congalero,
Ladies and gentlemen, Mano Mantillo !
Hey, what's up with the lights ?!
Aah !
No !
Aah !
Aah !
Putone.
That's a big loss to suffer, I know.
But you can't put a price on love.
The name's Raven,
"La Raven" to you.
And this is
My crib.
"the roost" social club.
Ask any cabbie the way.
It's right on the border
of el barrio and uptown.
Right between poverty and wealth,
mind and matter,
good and evil.
Though these days,
those words don't
have much meaning.
"The Roost" is what
you might call a speakeasy.
But nothing's ever easy here.
Everything's got a price tag
on it these days.
Good help is so hard to find.
Just ask Mano Mantillo.
The fattest congalero
this side of the equator.
Everyone moves to the beat
his hands pound out.
Talented boy that Mano.
But even talent needs
a little love and support.
Ladies and gentlemen,
give the boys a hand.
They're gonna need at least one
when this one's over.
Ahh !
Look at this guy !
Mano !
C'mon, Stevie,
Aren't you gonna dance with me ?
Big Vinnie, didn't say nothing
about no dancing.
Later !
Hey, Stevie, pretty smooth !
Yeah, man.
Stevie's real cool with the ladies.
Looks like you found yourself
a princess for the night.
Divine, baby,
Divina.
I can see her blood moving.
All I can see is her butt.
And if I was you
I'd look for another queen.
She belongs to big Vinnie.
This whole town belongs to big Vinnie.
I'm just making her dance, baby.
Yeah.
Just watch your hands.
That was some heavy dancing.
Looks like you were trying to
call up some spirits and shit.
And who are you ?
My name is Armando Mantillo.
They call me mano
Because of my hands.
Don't worry about that.
I like it when they bleed.
They call me
Red.
Can i call you "red beans" ?
That's what i felt like eating
When i saw you dancing.
Come visit me.
I work after hours
At the gin rummy.
What's big Vinnie gonna say ?
Hey, big Vinnie doesn't own me !
I can do whatever
The fuck i want !
Can't you see that ?!
Red beans, we'll see.
I guess we will,
Mr. Mano.
At last things are starting
To happen for me !
Mano, my man !
You missed your appointment this week.
Big Vinnie missed you.
You know how
he feels about you.
I hope you wasn't
making time with Red.
He wouldn't like to hear that.
I wouldn't like to hear that.
Tell big Vinnie
I see him after the set, okay ?
You're not gonna make the set.
What the fuck is going on here !?
Where the fuck is Vinnie ?
I want to talk to big Vinnie !
Don't worry about big Vinnie.
He had to take care something.
We're gonna take care of you.
Stevie, the hands.
The hands, stevie !
What the fuck
are you staring like that?!
What you doing,
You a-rhythmical maricon !
Hey !
Maybe we just take
The hands for payment.
Stop joking man, okay ?
You don't need the hands.
Wait,
I don't know !
They sure can make
The ladies dance, asshole !
Okay, look, guys,
I do the next delivery for free.
No good, mano.
You fucked up the last delivery.
Most of it went up your fuckin' nose !
You assholes are bluffing !
You can't cut off my hands !
These hands make more money
For big Vinnie in one night
Than you guys bring in a fucking year !
You cut 'em off and he'd kill you !
Go on, cut 'em off !
I dare you, dickless !
Two lefts lead-footed
orphaned at birth !
Stevie, what are you doing ?
No !
Ahh !
Ahh, no !
You did it.
The boss is gonna
have your fucking head.
Hey,
Look at that !
The hands are still--
That's right, man !
They're gonna get you, too !
They're saving you for dessert !
Mr. Cocarichie !
A mr. Kanoli is here to see you !
Stevie ? Send him in.
Go on up.
You don't look so good, Stevie.
What's wrong, pal of mine ?
The hands.
What hands ?
Mano's hands.
What the fuck are you talking about ?
Mano's hands,
They, uh
They ran off just like that.
Where's mano ?
Still in the warehouse.
He got me mad,
his hands got me mad.
Why isn't he banging
on his bongo drums
and making us more money ?
I, uh
I chopped off his hands, b.v.
What ?!
He called me a-rhythmic.
You are a-rhythmic, you asshole.
Have you ever seen yourself dance ?
But what do you care ?
You didn't have to chop off
his fucking hands.
You guys were supposed
to find my lost merchandise
Not damage more of my assets,
you freak !
I swear to you, Stevie,
If you wanna breathe another breath,
You better go find those hands,
you fuck !
Next Friday those hands
better be back on Mano's arms
'cause i got a shit-load of customers
coming to see him play.
Aah !
Aah !
It's okay, shh.
It's me.
Red beans, baby,
It's me.
I
I dream my hands
were gone.
AAH !
I was gonna pay that fucker !
I swear I was gonna pay him in full !
And then I was gonna go somewhere else
To start fresh.
Vinnie sent Stevie to find the hands.
So you just relax.
Until the hands show up
And Vinnie calls for you.
He couldn't find his own pecker.
What's with this "Vinnie" ?
Why can't you call him
Big Vinnie like everybody else ?
I just can't see that big,
sloppy, nasty,
fat, greasy, pig touching you.
Let's just say that I never licked blood
off his greasy thumbs, okay ?
I ain't even got no thumbs !
They're out there somewhere !
We gotta go looking for them.
We could try the chop shops.
Well we better do it soon.
If those hands are
left free for too long
They're gonna go crazy !
They gotta have their music !
They got to play !
Whoa, man, where you come from ?
Hey, man, stop it !
That's a genuine
Carlos Santana from 1998 !
I told you there'd be hell to pay.
Those fucking hands miss Mano.
Why the hell can't you
catch up with them,
Dickhead ?
Boss, I got a lead.
What kind of a lead is
A three-day-old newspaper ?
You stupid son-of-a-jackass-bitch !
You go visit that bruja bitch
That does all that voodoo shit.
You better get Mano and
those hands back together
Fast !
Okay, boss, i'm on it.
Christ on a bun.
Someone's coming.
Who's that knocking at my door ?
Big Vinnie sent me.
Ah, i never seen you.
When did you start working
for Big Vinnie ?
That doesn't matter.
Where are the hands ?
Sound a little desperate there.
Sounds like Big Vinnie
is going to feed his pit bulls
if somebody doesn't come up with a pair
of the most beautiful hands
you've ever seen,
or ever will see.
Hands are hands,
Now let's go find them.
Not that easy, baby.
When Mano was a kid,
His mother came to me.
She had dreams for her baby.
Paid me crazy money
to ensure his future.
All the music lessons in the world
Couldn't produce a pair
of hands like I did !
Now
Where were the hands last ?
Latin Rhythm music store.
Not any more.
Work for me, Yorba.
They're just off Ellray
At the Escobar Social Club in Brooklyn.
We got a lot of ground to cover.
That little computer
could tell you all that ?
Well, it's not telling me
why someone would chop the hands
off the best conga player
In New York City.
Feels like someone
might have a complex.
You love fingers, baby.
Shut up, lady !
Let's go find those hands
or else we'll both be in trouble.
What'd she say ?
"the goat who breaks the drum
Will have to pay with his skin."
But this goat's hands are
too big to hold a chicken leg.
Stevie Kanoli, Sicilian,
born in New Jersey.
Raised in East Harlem,
Pleasant Avenue.
Always wanted to be a piano player,
But could never figure out the rhythm.
His hands--
Okay, okay, okay,
So you know me !
Now can we go look
for the hands already ?
Those hands are a powerful tool.
A tool ?!
Don't worry !
The hands will come to us.
You just need a little confidence, love.
I have all the confidence I need.
Why do you get so scared
when i get close to you ?
You're not getting close to me,
don't flatter yourself.
I'm touching you and
you don't even know it.
Right, whatever you say.
See how you fidget
as I get close to you ?
Hold your horses, lady.
You were hired to find Mano's hands,
Not to get close to me.
Can't you see why Vinnie
sent you to me ?
He wants to make a man
out of a boy.
I'm already a man !
In body.
Let me look at your soul.
Ooh, baby !
Can you feel the love tonight ?
Okay, okay, already !
I'm up !
Have I got news for you.
Hey, mister, you're kinda cute.
Yes, that's it.
Oh, yes.
Yes, baby.
Yes, that's it.
Baby, that's it, right there.
Ooh,
Right, there.
Ooh, yeah, baby !
Oh !
Well, that was kinda fun.
Now where's my money ?
I'm not playing, cutey.
Where's my money ?
Maybe you didn't hear me.
Where the fuck is my money ?!
Hey, come back here, you deadbeat !
This is the place.
Kanoli, don't let us down.
Gotcha !
Try to bolt on me, will you ?
Aah !
Now for you.
Hey !
Hey !
What the hell ? Let me go !
Yo !
Hey, you bastard !
Hey, you !
I gotcha !
C'mon, c'mon.
I gotta take you home.
I'm sorry.
"it" ?
What happened to the other one ?!
Little accident.
Little accident, my ass.
You whiny bunch of losers.
How can I get anything done
When i'm surrounded
by inept freaks like you ?
A clumsy idiot,
A gimp bongo beater,
An overweight voodoo doll,
And a nymphomaniac !
You're all fired !
I can find myself some new talent.
At least my pit bulls
are gonna be happy tonight.
Wait, boss, give me a chance.
I can bring down the house
With one hand tied behind my back.
Let's fix you up, honey.
And now, here he is at last,
The world's premier congalero,
Ladies and gentlemen, Mano Mantillo !
Hey, what's up with the lights ?!
Aah !
No !
Aah !
Aah !
Putone.
That's a big loss to suffer, I know.
But you can't put a price on love.