HBO Max original film The Many Saints of Newark dropped October 1st, 2021.
#TheManySaintsofNewark is a prequel to the Sopranos.
rottentomatoes: 74%
metacritic: 63
imdb: 6.8
Dickie Moltisanti
Dickie Moltisanti runs a small time crime family outside of New York City, New York.
“Five dollars says I spot him first. Then you better win, gagootz. Huh? Oh, you want to fight, huh? You got nothing. We have a winner, ladies and gents. Huh? Pop! Everybody calls me Dickie. Welcome to America. Benvenuta. Most guys 65 go to Europe on vacation, they come back with the gout. You come back with the winner, Miss Provolone, 1967. Oh. Antonio Soprano. I don’t get it. When I was a kid, you and Vito Genovese always praised Mussolini. Yeah.”
“Harold. All right, already. I want a full bag tomorrow. The guy who one time put out somebody’s eye for talkin’ to him like that. You winded there, Jesse Owens? I agree. Ooh… yeah, and looking like a million dollars. Same fucking gang. Colored kids hit one of my colored runners. Threw him a beating. You believe this? How these people prey on their own? You got big ears there, gagootz?”
“Oh! Hopalong Che Si Dice! It’s fucking light again? Yeah, well me and Harold played East Orange Thanksgiving game. We used to beat ’em every fucking year. That’s Sicilians. I’m Napoletano. Come on. Come over here. The big picture, you told me this thing was over with the Black Saints. I gotta know, Harold… aren’t you humiliated by what you just said? I know I would be. You’re a grown man. Fucking punk street gang?”
“Oh! Hey, why aren’t they home, sleeping till noon? No shit. Get the fuck away from the car!”
Dick Moltisanti
“Hey, there he is! Cara mia, fammi presentare mio figlio, Richard Moltisanti.” — Dick Moltisanti
“Silvio, Puss, come here. Ah? The second Mrs. Hollywood Dick. I was just explaining to His Holiness, here. Get out of here, you fucking mutt! Uh… sorry. I tried to but the poor kid’s self-conscious about her English. She’s making progress, though. Don’t worry, Father, it’s not what you think it is.” — Dick Moltisanti
“Hey. What did you learn to say? Whose ball? Oh, I think this is a waste of money.” — Dick Moltisanti
“Frank? He grabbed me to go some party once. It was on the Upper EAst Side, it was a penthouse. Some celebrity, I don’t know who. So… he and Dean, they have this donkey brought downstairs to the basement. And the donkey’s just stuffed full of laxitives, right? So they put it in the private elevator. They send the private elevator up, the door opens, and the donkey starts kicking and shitting over everybody in the party! Oh! It’s about time.” — Dick Moltisanti
“Paulie. Pinto the Butcher sent over some capuzzelle. The fuck happen to you?” — Dick Moltisanti
“I told you not to leave your douchebag hanging in the shower. It’s unsightly. Does the Venus de Milo have a douchebag? You wanna get smart now?” — Dick Moltisanti
“Huge fire. Ashes. Thought I heard somebody fall. You fall this morning? Oh. He’s got a temper. E arrabbiato, my father. Yeah, he wasn’t like this back in Ariano? ‘Cause he used to… me, as a kid. Every day.” — Dick Moltisanti
Giuseppina Moltisanti
“America! U picceri.”
“E squisita. Mio padre–“
“Your dog. This… is… his… ball. Spot.”
“No English.”
“It’s a part of life. What’s the matter with you? She can’t use a douchebag. She’s handicapped. Ma vaffanculo!”
“Like Vesuvius. I slipped in the tub. You shouldn’t wear your sunglasses in the tub, you know? I can’t say anything. He start to yell.”
Harold McBrayer
“Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah? Come on! This punk ass snapper. Japped one of our runners, took 600 bucks. I gotta quit smoking. Can’t I get you to switch to Newports?”
“Hmm. 318, your lucky number, boy, play it. Bet a dollar, you get $500. Uh! What if my numbers don’t come out?”
“Nice car. You a friend of Dickie’s? Picked up from most of the runners, but this kid, Overall… he’s a crazy young motherfucker that run the Saints. Leon Overall. He’s from East Orange. You should have seen this man run. Are you sure you don’t got no Black blood? I know, I… thought I schooled the kid, Overall, when I whupped him, but… he’s got a wild hair across his ass.”
“Hold up. Hold up. Turn around.”
“Isola, turn that light out. I’m trying to sleep. Goddamn gentleman Dickie Moltisanti. Always comes to me to handle his nasty work. Put it away. The army won’t take me now. I always wanted to join up, but I… I had two felony convictions. Happened to stop by a recruiting office today, and it made me remember. Well, somebody’s gonna win the Medal of Honor.”
Queen Isola
“Hey, Harold. My son here say he gonna be Hank Aaron when he grown up. Yeah. Numbers is the only chance Black folks got to get out this sinkhole city. Well, you pick out three numbers, like for you, 3-1-8. You bet a quarter, and if your numbers come on at the racetrack, then you win $125 for a quarter. Mmm. Well, if your numbers don’t hit, you don’t get nothing. Harold collects everybody’s bets and give it to the Man. How you think the Italians drive those long, fancy cars and wear those diamond Swiss watches on their wrists?”
“That’s why I brought you a 7 and 7, baby. What’s the matter with you? Done made you his house *****. Take you? Brothers doing all the dying over there. We don’t need no more. Not a Black man. Please. Ooh, baby, you are a riot tonight.”
Johnny Soprano
“Thank you. Thank you, everybody, welcome. Uh… well, mostly, I… just want to say how pr… I want to say how proud I am of my big girl, Janice… who is today… a woman. You know, Janice, she, uh… she went to her catechism. She practiced her Latin. She even stopped watching those two stunods, Sonny and Cher, long enough to think about God, huh? At least for a minute or two, but… boy, did she cost me. You know, I made a bet that, uh, Janice would not do her religious duties. But if Janice did, you know, got confirmed… I’d shave off my mustache. Enjoy.”
“Oh. Come here. Your daughter’s confirmation. Congrats, skip. Hey, Boot DiMeo’s gonna rag on me when he sees this. Junior’s right, you gotta get your arms around this. Big brother, go and get yourself some Pez.”
“What the fuck?”
“Why don’t you go after the ditsoon, huh? They almost burned the city down. Oh, you’ll hold the door, huh. Janice, ho gome! Go home! Take the bus.”
Livia Soprano
“His comare told him it makes him look like Robert Goulet. Just use your fork. I’m here, too, Mr. Handsome. What are you talking about?”
“My God! What did they do? Warrant? For what? The Lobster Trap Restaurant? That wasn’t him. He didn’t do that. Where is he? He’s downtown, where he might get burned to death? What are you people thinking? Janice, shut up with that! What were the two of you doing at that card game? Get inside, both of you! Anthony!”
Junior Soprano
“This stuff ain’t so authentic. But, you know, the gravy’s good. And not Mexican dollars, either. It looks bad too, perception-wise. Even the papers say the numbers is the biggest percentage of our cash flow. Take it from me, chains are more effective than snow tires.”
“Ah, your sister’s cunt!”
Tony Soprano
“I don’t got five dollars. Uncle Dick, think fast. There! Pay up.”
“Ow! Dad took Janice to ride the rides while he played cards. But he wouldn’t take me because I passed gas while he was eating lunch.”
Joanne Moltisanti
“I’m embarrassed. You’re all such great cooks over there. Can you translate for me? Giuseppina, what does your family do over there? So… Giuseppina is your stepmother, Dickie.”
Silvio
“Marone! Calogero Dante. ‘Butch.’ He said you were a bully.”
“Junior, it’s the Summer of Love. That’s Belmont Avenue.”
Puss
“Oh! Pussy.”
Priest
“I think I went to school with your father. Why didn’t you bring the missus, Dick? I didn’t catch the name.”
Carmine Cotuso
“Whoa, what do we got here? The Italian actress, Sophia, Lotsa-Pizza.”
Soprano Employee 1
“Buddha. It’s Joe D. He’s up at the Boot’s Mansion.”
Buddha
“Mr. DiMaggio. Come stai?”
“My mother met his mother once. Frank.”
“Who the fuck is Overall? Oh! I’m Siciliano.”
Paulie Walnuts
“My cousin’s, uh, the placekicker over at the high school over there.”
“This?”
Wedding Guest 1
“Your saints name you took in church today, Apollonia? She’s the patron saint of dentists.”
Teacher
“This is my dog. This is your dog.”
Class
“This is my dog. This is your dog.”
McBray’s homie
“I think we lost him.”
Military Recruiter
“Come on in, son. Have a seat. You heard about the G.I. Bill? Hmm. Wait over there. No, this… this war wasn’t my idea!”
Taxi Driver
“It’s a one-way. Fuck. I know what I did, officer.”
Taxi Patron
“Make a right here. Fuck it, make the right.”
Cop 1
“Step out of the car.”
Cop 2
“Two officers picked up some colored taxi driver, had to rough him up a little. These morons think we killed him. It spread around the Central Ward that way. They broke windows up and down Belmont Avenue. They’re throwing bricks and bottles at us. We got two officers had to go to the hospital. You think this is funny?”
Protestor
“You ain’t nothin’ without the badge!”
MC
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it for our host tonight. They call him Gentleman Dick Moltisanti.”
Janice Soprano
“Daddy! Daddy! Anthony! Anthony! What are you doing here?”
Cop
“Hey, stop! Stop!”
Cop 3
“We raided a card game, but we got lucky. Picked up your husband on an outstanding warrant. Had to take ’em somewhere. Assault with a deadly weapon. Downtown.”
Christopher Moltisanti
“I told them when I got here, ‘okay, I explored the criminal lifestyle.’ But I was an altar boy, for Christ’s sake. Moltisanti is a religious name. And still I’m fucked. I met death on Route 23, not too far from here. But that was much later. Back in 1967, the man wearing the hat was my father. The little fat kid is my uncle, Tony. Soprano. Well, we call him my uncle, by marriage. He choked me to death. My grandfather and his brother were with the DiMeo crime family in Newark. My grandfather was an associate, but he stacked more scharol… …than any of the made guys. Including a Cadillac dealership. After he murdered me, Tony gave my wife and baby his pocket change. But that was much later.”
Landers
“I’m gonna hit 318 like him. How does that work, anyway? For a quarter? You shitting me, Harold?”
Overall
“It wasn’t me who ripped you off. Shit! Who the fuck are you?”
“Would I for sure be going to Vietnam? Like my dream? Yeah, college. Sure. Thinking about being a… scientist.”
Priest
“Nam etsi ambulavero in medio umbrae mortis, non timebo mala, quoniam tu mecum es. Virga tua et baculus tuus ipsa me consolata sunt.”
Robert Brea
“She was furious with me, because if I had my law degree, I could have represented us. The jury ruled against me. I told my lawyer I considered suicide. I drove home from Nyack, and guess what? I recall almost a sigh of relief…”
Emily Maria Landgraf
“Somehow it made a lasting impression on her life. My first child came easy enough. But with Patricia, they had to open me up under anesthesia. I’ve often thought that perhaps the reason…”
