Azt teszi, amit gondolsz.
Azt teszi, amit az emberekről gondolsz életed során.
Ha visszagondolok Neilre, aki sokáig volt börtönben. Valami fontosat akar Tőlem kérdezni
Talán azt akarta megkérdezni, hogy "John, miről szól ez az egész?
Ez az életről szól...
melyet úgy akarsz megtapasztalni, mint egy igazi férfi."
Erre Ő azt mondta volnai, hogy "Nyald ki. Essél bűnbe. Üld le a büntetésed.
Ebben mutatkozik meg, hogy ki vagy. Azzá válj aki vagy valójában."
Meddig forogtak körülöttönk a dolgok, ez lenne a Cosa Nostra?
1 20 éven keresztül. És miről szól?
Szabályokról és paraméterektől szól.
Ha véletelnül megvered a barátodat. Nem futsz el, nem fizeted le.
Nem hagyod cserben, aki Te vagy, ami Te vagy.
- Önbecsülés, John. - Önbecsülés. Ez alapvető.
Felveszed az utcán. Nagyon emlékeztet Angie-re.
Szerettem azt a gyereket. Szerettem.
Hülye volt. Soha nem hallgatott Rám.
Mindig is a piszkos dohányra fájt a foga.
Soha sem csavarodott be. Érted ezt?
Soha sem csavarodott be.
A testvérem Gene,Joey D'Mig, Ők sem csavarodnak be.
Mintha ezer év lenne a hátuk mögött. Nem csavarodnak be és nem pártolnak el.
Miért? Ez a szabály. Nem törsz meg. Nem pártolsz el.
Alap szabályok. Adsz neki egy kis hatalmat?
Olyan hatalmat nem, amivel végleg betömöd a szájukat.
Isten megtiltotta Nekünk, hogy lerázzuk a láncait, nemde?
Sokkal jobban öltözünk, mint Ők, azt hiszik, hogy egyéniségek, mint egy vendetta.
Azt feltételezik, hogy jobban működnek mint mi.
Ők csak egy valamit akarnak Tőlem hogy viseljem el Őket.
Gyalázat. Meg akarnak szégyeníteni.
Te le alacsonyodsz Hozzám. Mit tennél?
Kirobbantanál egy háborút?
Egy totális háborút?
Megszereznéd a kínaiakat, dominikaiakat, ázsiaiakat, oroszokat, kolumbiaiakat,jamaikaiakat?
Akkor mit tennének? Meggyaláznák a nemzetet.
Elindítanál egy kurvára valóságos kokain hóvihart...
mialatt belepumpálják az anyagot az ereikbe.
Létrehoznál egy világméretű bűnözői szindikátust. Ez nem lenne szabályos.
Ez nem egy paraméter. Ez nem egy érzelem.
Ez nem ennek az országnak a a hangulata.
- Anarchia. - Anarchiát akarsz.
Milyent?
5,10 év múlva...
létre akarod hozni az Amerikai Cosa Nostra-át.
5,10 éven belül...
el fogják feledni John Gotti-t.
Ang, emlékszel arra amikor megláttuk azt a vicces gyereket,Joey Villát?
Riviera-nál.
Ki volt az az srác, akivel a bárnál beszélt az éjszaka folyamán,Jo-Jo?
Az a zömök gyerek. Ez egy vicces történet. Hallgassátok csak.
Jo-Jo egy szólid, hatalmas arany övet viselve bemegy a bárba.
És ezt mondja egy fickónak
akinek karperec van a kezén.
Vegyél Tőlem egy nyakláncot, mondja neki Jo-jo. A fickóna van már egy arany mandzsettája.
Éppen beszélgetnek...
amikor a kis kínai londíner beséltál, és ezt mondja neki...
"Bocsánat, Mr.Jo-Jo."
Erre Jo-jo; "Bazd meg. Nem akarom hogy valaki is tudja, hogy itt vagyok."
Igaz történet. Ott voltam.
Rendben.
Tegyetek, amit akartok a részetekkel. Én felteszem a Knicks-re.
John, kinek tulajdonítasz egy nagyobb nyereményt, a bukmékerednek vagy a szabódnak?
Szerintem a kettő között maradok.
Tedd le azt a kibaszott cigarettát mielőtt mindannyian rákosak leszünk, kérlek.
Milyen rák? A kormányzó, csak azért nem gyújt rá, mert már rákos.
Miről beszélt az a kibaszott kormányzó?
Tudjátok a dohányos ember magáénak mondhatja a jegybankot.
- Basszátok meg. - Tedd le azt a kurva cigit.
- Ez most komoly? - Az!
Mennyi nyavajás van itt.
Gene, később átmész a mamához?
Pénteken este. Pete és Én, mindketten megyünk.
Tedd ezt el. Ezt a részeden felül kapod.
Azt mondják Rólad, hogy ettől csúnyán be szoktál rúgni.
Nem, ez így nincsen rendjén. D'Mig, fenéken billentelek.
You been robbin' cannolis from us for 20 fuckin' years now.
John, az Öreged azt mondta Nekem, hogy anyádnak van egy Zulu takarítónője .
Hülye, marha.
Soha sem akarta, hogy feleségül vegyem Vicki-t.
A legjobb dolog, ami valaha is törént Velem életem során.
-Soha sem akarta, hogy elvegyem őt. - Miért nem?
Vicki mostohaapja olasz, de az igazi apja egy zsidó volt.
- Hogyan? - A zsidók verték meg Jézust.
- Menj a picsába! - Talán ezt már akkor ő is tudta.
Az asztal alatt. Csak úgy szikráznak a villámok.
A hülye fejedet, Angie.
Ez vicces.
John, itt van Neil.
- Hello, Neil. - Mr. Neil.
Hogy vagy? Minden rendben?
- Miért jöttél? - Don Carlo látni akar.
Látni akar Engem?
-Most? -Most.
Angie Velem jöhet?
Hozd Őt is.
Ki gondolta volna, hogy a Vulkánok királya élt ebben a palotában?
Ilyen a régi-módi stílus. Ő nem villogtat semmit.
-Hé, Te bűzlessz. - Angie nem jöhet?
Don Carlo érted küldött, nem Angie-ért.
Beszélj Vele. De ne szakítsd félbe.
Ő már öreg, de még mindig agyafúrt. És nem merészeld alábecsülni.
- Hello, Neil, hogy vagy? - Hello. Sammy Gravano.
- Ismered John Gotti-t? -Csak a hírnevét.
- Ezzel én is így vagyok. Hogy vagy? - Nagyon mosolyogsz.
- Jó híreket fgosz hallani. - Csak jót.
- Gyere el a clubbomba. Mulatunk egyet. - Jól hangzik.
Már várnak Téged.
Kössz, Sammy.
Don Carlo, ez itt John Gotti.
Hogy van?
Paul Castellano.
Mi újság, Paul?
-Joe Armone. - Hogy van?
Kérlek foglalj helyet.
Jó híreket hallottam.
Felépítetted Carmina Brownsville-jét és 100...
ezret fizetsz egy hónapban.
100 ezret.
Még egy tíz centes sem maradt le a csúcsáról.
Te egy fiatal férfi vagy, akit még nem rontott meg ez az ostoba pénz.
Úgy tűnik tiszteled az én, uh...
my policy on drugsaz én drog politikámat.
Tudod, a Fedsek...
tolerálják ezeket a bizonyos dolgokat.
Bizonyos dolgokat.
A drogot nem.
Hozz össze egy megértő csapatot. Ők droggal kereskednek, ez minden.
Meghalnak!
Végzek Velük.
Azért mondtam el ezt Neked mert a közeljövőben látni fogjuk egymást.
But fiirst there's something else.
Az unokaöcsém.
Ő egy angyal.
Nem úgy él, mint mi, nem.
Nyugatiak. Sopredék!
ír sopredék.
Felgyújották, és visszatették a kocsiba.
Az ember megbízhatóan is tud keresni. Staten Island-en él.
Azt akarom, hogy tegyél meg Nekem valamit.
Végzek vele.
Ettól a perctől kezdve, Hozzám tartozol.
Azt szeretném ha Magaddal vinnéd az egyik emberemet--
Ralph Galione-t.
A többi részletet majd Neil fogja elmondani.
Jól ment.
.
Az öreg ember...
soha nem fogom elfelejteni.
Ahogy mondod.
Ki az a Galione?
Castellano bandájából való.
Ő és Sammy Gravano, egy tucat csavargót kicsináltak.
Miért nem Sammyt adják mellém? Semmit sem tudok Galione-ról.
Itt most Te vagy az alfőnök. Castellano alkalmazkodhatna Hozzád egy kicsit.
Ha Ő azt akarja, hogy vigyem Magammal, attól én még nem leszek erős.
-Csak mond meg Neki, hogy Sammyt adja mellém. - Paul akarta Galione-t.
Fejezzük itt be.
Te is jónak látod így?
Kurvára lényegtelen, hogy én mit látok jónak.
Az az útja-módja.
Csak menj.
Csak vedd fel. Haladj az árapállyal.
Rendben. Felejtsd el, amit mondtam.
Galione. Ugorj be.
Galione, mindig szipuzol gyilkosság előtt?
- Fokozza a koncentrációmat. - Jó. Kezdj el koncentrálni.
Megyünk egyet pippantani Staten Island-re.
Senki sem fog figyelmet szentelni Nekünk, ha elég kemények leszünk.
McBratney minden este ott van. A bár végénél szokott ülni.
Majd megemlítek néhány nevet a Nyugati részről.
Azt fogja gondolni, hogy megpróbálok Neki eladni egy kevés anyagot. Maradj az ajtó mellett.
Kihozzúk majd őt a kocsihoz, és szétverjük a fejét a parkolóban. Capisce?
Hová igyekszel? Ha egy harmadik embert lát meg ,megérezni majd a patkány szagot.
- Mondtam, hogy maradj az ajtónál. - Rendben. Nyugodj meg.
- Mit akartok? - Van Boudels-etek?
- Igen, van. - Mit iszol, Angie?
- Dewars-t. - Dewars-t és egy Boudels-t.
Ki ez itt,Jimmy? McBratney, nem?
- Ki akarja tudni? - Mi ismerjük az embereket. Mickey 46-ik utcából.
- Dumb-Dumb. - Ismered Mickey Dumb-Dumb-ot?
- Hogy vagy? - Előző este beszélgettünk Rólad.
A haverom; Angie. Bemutatom McBratney.
Szevasz, hogy vagy?
- Honnan tudsz Te Mickeyről? - Mi mindannyian Kennedy-nek dolgoztunk.
- Ez aztán egy ütős cucc. - Hoztunk egy keveset. Nézd meg.
Csodás, mi?
Van még több is?
- 14 karátos. - Szép, ugye?
Van még egy csomó a kocsim csomagtartójában. Mindegyiken a Te neved szerepel.
- Menjünk, vesünk rá egy pillnatást. - Bocsánat!
Ferrone, 1 7-es egység. Ki szeretnél sétálni?
Honnan a francból szerezted azt, valamelyik előkelő dobozból halásztad ki?
Te kibaszott szarrágó!
Tedd el azt a szart és és dugd fel a seggedbe a piszto...--
Nem ölhetjük meg,John. Nem ölheted meg.
Paul Castellano embere.
Szükségünk van a beleegyezésükre, vagy bármi másra lépést kell Velük tartani ezen a módon!
Bassza meg a személyes jóindulatát én megteszem amire Don Carlo kér.
Baszódjon meg.
Tudom, mire gondolsz, Castellano mondta, hogy Galione-t használd.
Inkább Sammy Gravano-t adta volna.
Arra gondolsz, hogy ez a Mick pultos fel fog nyomni Minket ezért a balek lövöldözésért.
Én nem gondolkozok ezen. Te gondolkozol ezen. Én éppen eszek.
Menj el.
Mindennek az alapja John Gotti...
megöli az egyik emberemet az én területemen...
a beleegyezésem nélkül.
Ez egy botrányos megsértés.
John Gotti kurvára meg fog halni.
Nem kell átkozódnod, Paul. Nem szükséges.
Te ismersz Engem, Don Carlo.
Én egy utca gyerek vagyok. Ha nem káromkodhatok, nem tudok beszélni.
A halálba küldenéd emiatt a hülye gyilkosság miatt...
aki kockára tette egy fiatal ember életét? Olyan mitha a fiam lenne!
Galione megérdemelte, hogy kicsinálják!
John Gotti mindig is csendesen végezte a dolgát emiatt szenteltem Neki 25 évet.
Ez most kibaszottul lényegtelen!
Ez a lényeges--
Lényeges. Ezek csak agyafúrt szavak!
Istenem, egy üzletember beszél úgy, mint Te.
Milyen szavakról beszélsz?
Paul, Te nem ismered az utcát.
Szerintem, sohasem jártál kint.
John Gotti kicsinálta az egyik szemétláda emberedet mert az embered megérdemelte.
John Gotti a Cosa Nostra.
Megszegte a szabályt. Igen, úgy gondolom meg kell halnia.
Az ok, amiért megszegte a szabályainkat...
valóban indokolt volt?
Mindenféleképpen el kell kapnunk.
De meg is menhetjük a szabályainktól.
Ha ez volt az én hivásom,akkor mehet.
Összeállítások?
Frankie-d elkapja az én fiam pedig passzol?
A fiadnak nagyszerű karja van. Gyere ide!
Jobban ringasd a labdát. Gyerünk, mutass Nekem valamit.
Mikor elcsíp téged, azt akarom, hogy szivasd be.
Szivasd be. Ez az. Csináld mégegyszer.
Mikor éppen elérne Téged-- egy oldalpassz.
- ÉS be is szivattad. - Mehetünk már haza?
Nem,biciklivel megyek. Biciklivel megyek haza.
- Nagy voltál. - Köszi.
- Nagyszerűen csinálod. - Köszi.
- Te vagy az én bajnokom, ugye tudod? - Igen.
Hé! Fogd meg.
Hogy van az edző? Még mindig Castro kocsikat adsz el?
Ilyen az élet. Nem panaszkodhatok.
Mennünk kell. Nagyszerű karod van, kölyök.
Köszönöm.
Jövő héten látjuk egymást.
Minden áldott este tárgyalok.
Csak nyugalom, rendben?
- Mit tárgyalsz? - A kibaszott életedet!
- Amiért kicsináltam egy kibaszott kokain buzit? - Kussolj!
Ülj le.
Azt mondtam ülj le!
Jól tudod, hogy életem során kicsináltam, már egy pár embert.
Közeli barátokat is.
Azok a srácok ezt nem tudták.
Nem mindig állapodtam meg azzal a sráccal, akit meg kellett ölnöm.
De sohasem kérdeztem az előírásról...
és Én sohasem végeztem fél munkát...
amikor kicsináltam valakit ezt senki sem mondhatja Rólam!
Most fogd be a pofád!
Csak hallgass.
Big Paul elment Don Carlo-hoz hogy engedélyt kapjon a kicsinálásodhoz.
Ennyire közel volt.
Azt mondtam Don Carlo-nak, hogy Te olyan vagy, mintha a fiam lennél.
Ez megérintette az öreg embert. Azt mondta Paulnak, hogy adjon Neked egy esélyt.
De ha Don Carlo azt mondta volna, hogy...
véged van...
Akkor ma azért jöttem volna,...
ezzel a két hústoronnyal...
hogy véged legyen.
Nem csinálhatsz ki egy befutott embert valakinek a bandájából!
Ezek a szabályok!
Megszegted a szabályokat, az Isten sem tudja, hogy minek kellett...
lelőni és feldarabolni!
Sohasem szegheted meg a szabályokat.
Gyerünk idd ezt meg.
Töröld meg az arcod.
Beleizzadtál a száz dolláros pólódba.
Don Carlo azt mondta, hogy lesz időd a cselekvésre.
De gondoskodni fog a családod biztonságáról.
Itt.
A család, a szabályok ezek tartanak Minket össze.
És a szabályokra, melyek összetartanak Minket.
Viszlát, Frankie.
- Jól nézel ki, John. - Kösz, ember.
Hogyan intézted el három éve azt a halott srácot a kocsmában?
Meg vagyok győződve, hogy Ő egy ír szemétláda, aki megérdemelte.
Ez a módja, legalább Ti tudjátok, hogy teljesítitek a közakaratot.
Don Carlo megfogadta, hogy...
kapitány csinál belőled.
Az Isten áldjon meg, Neil. Az Isten áldjon.
Hogy van Frankie?
Jól van. Vicki és a gyerekek mind jól vannak.
Az anyád, hagyjuk Őt.
She told me the place out in Sheepshead egy palota.
Tudod mit mondott?
Azt mondta Nekem, "Az én fiamnak egy palotája van."
Nem csak Vicki-nek és a gyerekeknek.
Eközben a szomszédaid nagyon várják, hogy visszagyere.
Az emberek mindig Rólad kérdeznek.
Van egy kevés rossz hírem is.
Don Carlo-nak--
szív bántalmai vannak.
Úgy hiszem, amkor Ő elmegy, eljön a Te napod.
- Majd meglátjuk. - így gondolod Te is?
Te vagy a következő a sorban. Mit gondolsz?
Hallgass meg.
Hallottam egy friss hírt az utcáról--
Azt hallottam, hogy a testvéred Gene és Angie testvére Sal...
kábítószereznek.
- Kábítószereznek? - Igen.
Sally nem egy befutott ember. Ő csak egy civil.
Akármit megtesz, de hogy kibasszon magával.
és a testvérem Gene nem egy géniusz, de nem kábítószerezik.
Kérzdezd meg Angiet. Megértettem,de százalékot kap érte.
Honnan a faszból kapja?
Big Paul egyik embere mondta Nekem.
Csodás,Jézus Krisztus. A forrást vedd figyelembe.
Teljesen egyedül ülök, itt 3 kibaszott éve..
amiatt a hozzánemértő szicíliai seggfejj miatt.
Feltételezem, azt hiszed, hogy a saját testvérem kábítószerezik?
Azt hiszem, amit akarsz.
De kérdezd meg Angiet.
Be akarom bizonyítani ezt a kibaszott szóbeszédet...
vagy megcáfolni.
Egy FBI szóvivő azt mondta a mai nap folyamán, hogy egy ígéretes vezetéssel...
Patty Hearst bárhol is van előbb vagy utóbb halálát leli.
A fiatal társat már keresik a sorozatoban elkövetett politikai célú bankrablások miatt.
Tudjátok, hogy ez a köcsög gazdagabb, mint Rockefeller?
Annyi pénz, amennyi Neki, van meg lehetne próbálni megbuktatni a kormányt?
Amikor elkapták, majd nem 100 évre akarták hűvösre tenni.
Gyere,Johnny.
- Valamit el szeretnél Nekem mondani? - Micsodát?
Mondjuk egy kurva titkot.
- Mint egy milyen titkot? - Mint egy kurva titkot.
Minden egyes éjsza el akarod Magad veretni?
Azt mondtam,mint egy kurva titkot.
Te és én, egymásnak cseréljük a pelenkát , az Isten szerelmére.
Milyen rohaadt titkot akarsz Tőlem kicsikarni?
Honnan szerezed a prosciutto-ot?
Megvannak a kapcsolataim.
Problémáink vannak a Zulu főnökkel.
Azzal fenyegetőzik, hogy felnyomja ezt a Joey Perillo kölyköt ...
amiért ellopott Tőle 6 uncia kábítószert.
- Igen? Ki Ő? - A végén van.
A sovány gyerek.
Kinek a bandájában van?
Senkiében. Ő egy utcai tolvaj.
Akkor bazd meg. Semmit sem tud tenni ellenünk.
De a kölyök azt mondja, ismeri Sammy Gravano-t. Azt mondja, hogy Ő és Sammy jóban vannak...
és még nincsen itt az ideje hogy Sammyvel együtt távozhasson innen.
- Hiszel Neki? - Igen, biztos, hogy ismeri Sammyt.
Jobban fogom képviselni Sammyt érdekeit idebent, amíg rá nem jövök, hogyvan tudok kijutni innen.
Hé, mi a kurva anyádat akarsz?
Hogy vagy Főnök?
Mit szólnál hozzá, ha Te és Én, sétálnánk egy kicsit és beszélgetnénk?
Mit mondasz?
Szerintem a digók csak egy pattanások a négerek seggén.
Én azért reménykedek, hogy nem igaz.
Mit akarsz Velem tenni? Egyedül vagyok, látod? És fegyvertelen.
Üljünk be egy keveset az irodámba. Ez egy üzlet.
Üzlet?
Jól tudod, hogy Te csak egy büdös kis digó vagy, ugye?
Sétáljunk.
-Azt hallom, lehúztak 6 uncia kokóval. -Jól hallottad.
és ez a Guinea Perillo, feldugta a seggébe.
Te is jól tudod, hogy nehéz időket élünk.
Mit kéne megpróbálni? Akkor próbálkozzunk,mikor könnyen tehetünk is valamit.
Elkezdted ezt a szart, ez a lezárást. Mi a francnak?
Nincsen pia, se semmi, nincs telefon, nincsenek látogatók.
Nem lehetne tisztább a TVadás.
Gyerünk. Te és Én, kemények vagyunk, nem?
Rendben, hallgatlak.
Amit elvesztettél 6 uncia kokaint, visszaszerzem Neked.
18 ezert dolláért és egy karton Lucky-ért a Tiéd.
Miközben Te a zsaruk oldalán állsz ,Ők mindannyian csak zabálnak és füstölnek...
a hülye fejeddel nem vagy képes eladni a cuccot, egy olyan embernek, mint én, aki érdekelt ebben.
Innen kivinném, senkit sem érdekelne az én udvaromban...
csak vágjunk bele az üzletbe.
- Ki a fasz vagy Te? -John Gotti.
- Mikor adjam oda az anyagot? - A reggeli újságoddal együtt.
Indulás a szárnyakba.
Engedjenek! Egy kicsivel több tiszteletet!
Tiszteletet ebben a korban?
Oda nézz!
Kolléga, jól nézel ki.
Várj meg itt. Kössz, Willy.
- Jól vagy? - Megjött Neil.
Visszatértünk!
Mi a baj?
Don Carlo halott.
Egy szívinktfartus gey órával ezelőtt vitte el.
Nyugodjék békében.
A halálos ágyán Big Paul-ból főnököt csinált.
Mit?
Carlo nem mondhatott le az Ő javára.
Minek? Egy darab szarért?
Ő nem érti az utcát. Ő azt akarja, hogy Mindeki hájas seggű üzletember legyen.
Ez nem a Cosa Nostra.
Talán nem egy utca gyerekre van szükség.
Talán változnak az idők.
Egy rakás szart! Gyerünk!
A katonáink nem őt akarják. Kérdezd meg bármelyiket.
Éhen halnak majd mellette a sráck. A rohadt...
he squeezes a fuckin' quarter till the eagle screams.
Don Carlo was the boss.
He picked his brother-in-law.
Now, Paul is the boss. That is it.
Neil, you devoted your life to this thing.
You never back-doored nobody, never took a dime wasn't yours!
You want me to blow the fuckin' borgata right now? Here, I'll do it right now!
The king is dead. Long live his brother-in-law.
Johnny Boy doesn't seem to think so.
How many captains would behave like that with Neil Dellacroce?
You know, I think we got a little crack developing in the Gambino family.
- Maybe more than meets the eye. - Like what?
Gotti's heritage is Neapolitan.
Castellano is Sicilian, like Don Carlo.
The rivalry's subtle, but it's there.
"Never fear Rome.
The serpent lies coiled in Naples."
First off, I want everybody to know Tommy Bilotti continues as a captain.
But he's also gonna be my personal Doberman, right, Tommy?
Always, Paul. Always.
And Frankie De Cicco is our new consigliere.
Armone, he wants to get out of harness.
I've done my stint for 44 years.
I bought a little hole-in-the-wall cafe in Astoria.
I could walk to work every morning and get away from my wife.
Anyone ever wants to consult, come right over. Coffee's on me.
Everyone at this table should be proud to be sitting here...
in front ofa man's man.
All right, fiinally.
I think everybody here knows I'm keeping Neil on as my underboss.
- It gives us some continuity. - Grazie, Paul.
You know, I don't think the Queens boys know Di B.
This isJohn Gotti, Robert Di Bernardo, known as Di B.
- I love your handkerchief. - I was gonna say the same thing.
That is Angelo Ruggeirio.
You know my tailor?
Di B runs all the porno in Brooklyn.
You don't have to say anything about John. His reputation precedes him.
All right, all right. What's on the table?
I have Genovese people hijackin' three loads outta Kennedy the last two months.
Colombos took offa couple too.
If I gotta rip somebody's fuckin' eyes out here to--
Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nobody's eyes are gonna get ripped out.
- I'm ready to whack the motherfuckers! - Nobody is gonna get whacked!
Not unless the boss ofthis family approves.
Understood?
You've been away for a while.
Maybe you don't know that we got...
a lot ofjoint ventures with the Genoveses and Colombos.
The future ofthis family doesn't depend on...
a couple of loads from Kennedy anymore.
We're like United Nations now, is that right?
Neil, you, me and Franike, we'll work this Kennedy thing out later.
All right, next case.
All right. Nicki Scibetta's gotta go.
Johnny, I want your crew to whack him.
What do you mean, my crew?
Nick Scibetta's in the construction business with Sammy there in Brooklyn.
That's Brooklyn business.
That's why it makes more sense foryou guys to do thejob.
I live in Queens, okay? You whackyour own people. Forget it.
- What do we got, two families here? - Frankie, go fuckyourself.
We ain't got no problem here. Nick's my brother-in-law.
He's my embarrassment. I'll whack him nice and easy.
We'll have the wake at Tomasulo's, keep it in the neighborhood.
Good thinking, Sammy. You stick with your in-laws.
I like that.
I gotta get back on the streets. That's where all the money is.
Hey, Paul, not for nothin'. That was a great spread.
The guyjust got outta thejoint, for Christ's sake.
I mean, he's complicated, but his motives are good.
Besides, he's a good earner.
Hey,John's aces with me. He got a kid I know...
out ofa jam with the Zulus up in Greenhaven.
He didn't have to.
Johnny's problem is that he's a street Neapolitan, huh?
Always scheming.
Worse than the Sicilians.
Are you remindin' me now what I owe you, cocksucker?
Have I ever missed settlin' with you? Come on. I'm like a clock.
Place the fuckin' bet.
Forgets who made him a rich fuckin' man. Some fuckin' nerve.
John, why do you go nuts every week tryin' to scrape up money?
What's Richie gonna do ifyou just say "Go fuckyourself"?
A player loses, he pays.
A bookie loses, he pays. Give me a break.
- Tell it to the guys who owe us. - Where's D'Mig?
At the warehouse with Bobby theJew tryin' to get rid ofthose watches.
By the time the fence takes its cut, it's small potatoes.
We're breakin' our balls for peanuts.
Not for nothin', but the guys don't have two nickels to rub together.
What are we doin' here, policy slips? It's bullshit.
All you's do, you cry like babies.
All day long, you bite my ass around the clock.
If I'm not in here havin' my famous espresso with Tony Ducks by ten...
I'm back by noon to check the numbers.
But I'm the one that goes down to Mulberry to check it out with Mr. Neil.
I'm the one that goes to Staten Island to pay respect to that lay-down Paul.
I gotta drink bitter coffee 'cause his spic maid...
cannot even run a fuckin' espresso machine.
I gotta sit with that zombie Bilotti. Doberman my ass!
I gotta go out to the island now to talk to Bobby about stolen watches?
Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? I coulda been a meter maid.
I coulda worked for UP-fuckin'-S and made more fuckin' money!
Where the fuckyou come cryin' to me about empty pockets?
Why don't you just say what you want. What do you want?
You want a piece of Di B's porn? A piece ofSammy's construction?
What do you want, demolitions, cement or garbage?
You want trucks, meat, fiish, garment? So the fuck do I!
Anybody got any ideas?
- I got one or two. - Yeah?
- Here's the money! - What the fuck?
Johnny! Come on!
Don't think for one minute you're not diggin' into Angie's drug operation.
You and Angie and D'Mig and your brother Sally are dealin'.
Don't ever fuckin' think I don't know that.
And I hearyou with that in thejoint, Quack-Quack.
What's the matter now? You got nothin' to say?
You got it wrong. Nobody's dealin'. We're movin' a few things for Sally.
You movin' furniture for fiive dollars an hour?
Fuckyou.
Let me tell you somethin'.
This Sicilian motherfucker fiinds out you're dealin' heroin...
I can't save your ass, and I'm the fiirst to get hit.
You know why? I don't let anyone whack out my crew.
Now, is that what you want?
Good.
What do you say the three of us go down to Umberto's...
we get some scungillis, we relax.
I'm relaxed. I'm plenty relaxed.
I'm goin' down to Regine's, have a drink with Di B.
I smell like a fuckin' animal now.
Hey, to each his own.
There's big bucks in it. That's for sure.
Hey, fuck this shit. They lockyou up forever.
Money ain't a good enough reason to do a hundred years.
You like thisjoint, huh?
It's classy.
Classy?
You got any idea how much money this place must gross in a month?
Fuckin' Sammy.
He's all business, you know what I mean? But he's right.
I wouldn't mind a piece ofthis place myself.
Let me askyou something,John.
How come you don't have a piece ofanything legitimate?
Di B and me, we're in drywall, construction, demolition, night clubs.
Legitimate, huh?
You know what I think is bullshit? You should become CPAs.
I'm serious. Certifiied Public Assholes.
This way you could have your legitimate businesses...
and your books and your workman's comp...
and your Blue Cross and your Blue Shield.
And on top ofthat, you go pay your taxes, all right?
You think I got a button to become some kind ofstraight-up businessman?
- Get the fuck outta here. - You know what I think?
Under these $2,000 suits, you're really an old-timer.
Yeah, man.
Gotta remember where we come from.
Amen.
Your boss is so busy bein' a businessman...
I can't even get the right backing when I need it.
What's that about?
Notjust our boss.
Don't get me wrong. I know.
Yeah, he's my boss. He's my boss.
Offthe record, I'd been happy to see Neil get it.
Offthe record, I don't think anybody woulda cried...
if Mr. Neil got it.
But, you know, it's Cosa Nostra. We got the boss we got.
Here's to changin' the subject.
To the boss!
- I gotta get goin'. - Where you goin'?
- Business or pleasure? - What the fuck's the difference?
- There he goes. - Take care.
- Come here, you. - I'll call you tomorrow.
A million a month gross, minimum. I could be off by 50%%.
Fuckin' Sammy.
You know that contract we got in Queens?
We're the low bidders, but it turns out it's like one ofthose "modifiied" bids.
It's always modifiied...
modifiied to the point where we can't make any money.
Nicki, come here.
Take down that piece ofdrywall up there, the one on the top.
For what?
'Cause maybe you ain't buyin' the kinda quality that you should.
You don't trust nobody, man.
- What? - Oh, fuck.
What are you doing? Are you fuckin' nuts?
When I fiirst picked up this piece ofshit, I knew it was a mistake.
- We're family. - Son ofa bitch.
I'm Deborah's brother, for God's sake!
Shut the fuck up, Nicki!
Don't kill me, please! What did I do?
You know somethin'? You are some whiner.
Oh, God!
-Jesus,John. I'm so sorry. - Hey, Sammy. How are ya?
Who done this?
Leave it alone. It was an accident.
Just had an accident, that's all.
This isn't the time or the place for all this.
This isJohn's friends and family.
Just stay here.
Thanks for comin', man.
Who did this,Joe?
The guy that lives next door. His name is Favara.
My God, I am heartily sorry...
for having offended Thee.
And I detest all past sins...
for Thyjust punishment.
But most ofall I have offended Thee.
Oh, God...
you're deserving ofall my love.
I from here resolve to the top ofThy grace...
to sin no more.
Is this gonna take long?
It's 20,000 bucks I'm pickin' up.
We can afford a few minutes. I'll be right back.
Somebody's gotta move this thing or they're not gonna have headlights!
I'll be out in a minute. I'll move the car in a minute.
Hey, big shot, is this yours?
Is that yours?
Relax. I'll be out in a minute.
Is that yours?
I'll call you back in a few minutes.
I'm sorry. What'd you say?
Is that yours?
- Is what mine? - The Lincoln.
What Lincoln?
- Let him go! - Calm down, man!
Let go!John, a cop! Get the fuck outta here!
Mr. Cutler, what's the real story here?
There is no real story. My client was tryin' to break up a fiight.
What does this have to do with loan-sharking?
- Did he owe you money? - Don't be ridiculous.
Mr. Gotti sells plumbing supplies. That's all.
Leave the man alone! Leave the man alone!
What was your reaction to these accusations?
Take that.
Do you always hand out fiifties to street people?
Is that a fiifty? Take a hundred.
Give me back the fiifty.
It's tough on the streets. Everybody's gotta score once in a while.
-That's why your neighborhood loves you. -Could be.
How does it feel getting a hundred dollars fromJohn Gotti?
My guess is that once this Piecyk fiinds out who you are...
he'll withdraw.
But there's a bigger problem comin' up.
Not with you. With your people.
What do you mean, my people?
Angelo Ruggeirio, your brother Gene, D'Mig...
on a heroin conspiracy-- indictment's comin' down this afternoon.
- Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? - I'm not kiddin' you.
And the really bad news is Angie's house has been bugged for months.
Jesus Christ.
That stupid, greedy, motherfuckin' moron!
Goddamn him! Goddamn him!
Paul is gonna whack the three ofthem.
Yeah. And me too.
I got Moe, I got Larry, and I got Curly.
The bail I raised foryou three, I'll be broke here a fuckin' year!
How many times we gotta go through this?
We're in the street, scratchin' and scrapin', so we took a taste.
We'rejust tryin' to survive.
Angelo, how do you get caught on a bug in your own house?
Motherfuckers!
Don't say motherfuckers, all right?
Even when you were a kid, you don't shut your fuckin' mouth.
That's why I called you Quack-Quack. They don't have to bug you.
Anyone in New York dials seven digits to get you.
I had my house swept by this electronic expert.
The motherfucker told me it was safe.
- Safe? - Yeah.
Have you heard oftechnology?
There is no "safe."
Don't you know they got a parabolic mike today?
It could hear a fuckin' snake fart in Egypt!
The Feds are a machine. They don't run out oftime or money!
They sent a whole fuckin' army to grab 30 spics...
in that Caribbean shithole, whatever the fuck it was.
That's power, Angelo. That's real power.
You shut the fuck up for a minute. I'm tryin' to make a point.
That's the kind of power the Feds have that made the bosses...
ban the goddamn drugs in the fiirst place!
Every fuckin' boss ofevery family's into drug money, offthe record.
Paul's full ofshit.
He's takin' fuckin' drug money from Roy De Meo.
He don't ask where the cash comes from, but he knows.
- So he's a hypocrite? - Yeah.
Is this somethin' new?
He's the boss!
Do you get it? He's the boss.
- How bad are these tapes? - Forget about it.
I said a lot ofshit about people, about Paul too.
- Paul, good swim? - I should be doin' more ofthis.
Helps me sleep better.
I sat down with the Colombos...
and those asbestos removal contracts...
that you guys got in with the Board of Ed.
Anyhow, I agreed to up their end of it to 40 percent.
- 40 percent? -Jesus, Paul.
They don't even deserve the 30 percent they're in for now.
I know for a fact when Don Carlo was alive, they were lucky to get ten.
Don Carlo's been dead for a long time now.
And Neil, when Neil goes, that's the end ofthat regime.
Finished. This is a new age.
We got more money to make...
workin' with the other families than shuttin' them out.
Me and the Colombos...
we also had a little talk about ourJohn Gotti problem.
WhatJohn Gotti problem?
- What's the matter withJohnny? - You mean the Ruggeirio thing?
WhatJohn Gotti problem? What problem?
Don't you guys fuckin' read? Give me that newspaper.
When the New York Times carries it, you got trouble.
I had dinner last week with this chicken guy.
What's his name? Looks like a chicken.
What's he gonna think when he sees these headlines?
These guys are not stupid. They know who we are.
But it's not supposed to be so public.
ThisJohn Gotti is like some throwback to our street days.
Goes to work on some guy with a baseball bat in the street!
The guyjumped him with a bat. John's got a temper. So what?
- The guy's a hell of-- - What? An earner?
Yeah, I know.
What the hell is it with these $3,000 suits?
The man dresses better than Cuomo.
And these FBI bugs.
Who knows what's on those fuckin' tapes?
Do you?
Who the hell knows what kind ofshit that fat fuck Angie talked about me.
Anyway, ifwe gotta whack John and his crew...
the Colombos are givin' us the soldiers to do it.
Who's talkin' about whackin'John Gotti?
This way, it keeps us from having war within the family.
Paul, as your consigliere, I have an obligation to tell you this.
It's not right for us to reveal family problems in front ofthe Colombos.
- It weakens us. - It weakens nothin'.
Ifthose tapes show that Angie and those two other Mamelukes...
are dealin' powder, the rule since 1 957 is deal and die.
I gotta clip 'em, and Johnny Boy too.
What's up, fellas?
Can we go offthe record here?
- Absolutely. - All right.
What Carlo built up for 30 years with his blood...
this prick is givin' away piece by piece.
The other families are gonna piss all over us.
He's not tryin' to build. Mark my words, Sammy.
We're gonna starve with this guy.
Offthe record, I agree with you 1 00 percent.
I'll tell you one other thing.
This guy don't understand for one fuckin' minute who Gotti is.
You all right?
You gotta get to a hospital.
- You hear me? - What good would that do?
Theyjust wanna shoot that toxic shit into me, and I--
I'll die that much sooner.
I just don't wanna--
I don't wanna leave a war behind me.
He would be within his rights.
Paul has every right to whack out your whole crew.
"Deal and die." That was Carlo's edict.
Right, right.
And that's why Carlo Gambino wasn't takin' drug money off De Meo like Paul.
Paulie ain't one tenth of Carlo Gambino. You know that.
Carlo ran this family like it was supposed to be run.
Like a brotherhood. But it was our thing.
Paulie runs it like it's his thing. Carlo would step out ofthe grave.
He'd set this whole thing right, if he could.
Nobody in my crew is gettin' clipped. That's all.
Ifanybody's gettin' clipped, it's Paul.
I brought you into this family. I made you what you are.
You're strong and you're smart.
But don't ever believe that you are bigger than anything--
- I don't think I'm bigger-- - Don't interrupt--
Don't interrupt me.
I know what you're thinkin'.
But you cannot whack out a boss.
Only the full commission could make that call.
I love you like a son...
but don't ever put me on the spot.
And don't ever force my hand.
I would never do that.
Let's take a walk, huh?
I gotta tell you, we can't clear this with any ofthe bosses.
It's our family, it's our move. Nobody gives a fuck...
about this greedy cazzo.
- When? - Not until Neil goes.
All right, Di B's with us all the way.
De Cicco says you oughta get all the cappo regimes together...
and make 'em vote right away.
That'll make it offiicial.
He can deliverJoe Armone out of retirement to sit next to you.
That oughta give it some weight.
You're gonna be underboss.
You ready?
Frankie De Cicco will be consigliere.
With him, we're tight. Yeah, real tight.
Pull it tight like no government nowhere is ever gonna break this.
We're gonna make a powerhouse now.
A Cosa Nostra ain't seen since Anastasia.
Anastasia?
Shit, this is bigger than killin' the fuckin' president.
Hey, you think I was put on this Earth to make them rich and me poor?
We're gonna do a hit now. We're gonna do a real hit.
We're goin' back.
Back to some real in-your-face Cosa Nostra.
Out in front on the line.
Make 'em sit back and watch the volcano blow.
You with me?
I'm with you.
All the way to the fiinish.
We had it all. The booze, the girls.
Pockets full of money.
I had a girl.
Was that that Irish girl?
Yeah.
I could go two, three days without sleep.
My God.
I was so strong.
You know, you live this goddamn life long enough...
and you can't take anything with you except...
your honor.
Don't ever lose that,Johnny.
This whole fuckin' thing...
lasts only fiive minutes.
He's gone...
and that fuck Castellano never even come say good-bye.
What did DeCicco need this meetin' for? I got shoppin' to do.
Probably another beef about the fuckin' garbage routes.
Yeah, more garbage.
It's gonna cost us another 20 bucks to park this thing.
We ought to get into these Manhattan parking lots.
It's a license to steal.
Let me out.
- La famiglia! - La famiglia!
Here he comes.
Hey,John, who's your tailor?
Mr. Gotti, did you have anything to do with the Paul Castellano murder?
Is it true you're the new boss ofthe Gambino family?
I askyou to look around the courtroom, Mr. Piecyk...
and identify the man who assaulted you.
I don't see him.
Take offyour glasses, please.
Now, study the defendant.
I never seen that guy before.
You're under oath.
You have never before seen this man?
Yeah, I seen Mr. Gotti on TV and the newspapers.
I never met the man.
Are you telling this court thatJohn Gotti...
is not the same man you incriminated on an assault warrant?
It was a long time ago. I don't remember. I'm sorry.
Any further questions, Mr. Bartley?
- No, Your Honor, I think it's clear. - Mr. Cutler.
Your Honor...
I respectfully move for a dismissal....
ofall charges.
Motion granted.
There he is!
You beat 'em,John!
I can't believe this son ofa bitch.
Every time he beats a rap, his popularity goes up.
- He's making us look like idiots. - Our day will come, believe me.
See the fiireworks on the way over?
John's tossing a block party for beating the case.
Yeah, right. Everybody loves him.
He whacks out Paul Castellano in the middle of46th Street.
Where are the New York cops?
And now it's some unsolved homicide.
Now this Piecyk thing. How do you think this egomaniac must feel?
Untouchable.
Son ofa bitch is sitting on a $500 million-a-year enterprise...
and he knows how to spread it around.
Correction.
He's sitting on top ofa $500 million-a-year criminal enterprise.
This is no Fortune 500 company he's running here.
Are you forgetting the prosecutor spent the last year...
building a RICO case against him?
You guys don't get it. I want this guy.
So spread the money around. Offer immunity to some hard-timers.
We'll spend 24 hours a day in that room ifwe have to. I do not care!
He's doing business somewhere in the building.
We fiind out where, we got him.
I do not want this son ofa bitch as the next mayor of New York.
Only Sally.
He gets arrested in a rented Mercedes.
I think the Feds wired his mailbox. Anyway, they're goin' through his car.
They fiind two Berettas in the glove compartment...
and an axe under the front seat.
A fuckin' axe, right?
So they're lookin' at him. They say...
"You got any idea why there's two handguns in the glove box...
and an axe under the front seat?''
Sally says, "Are you serious?
I will never rent a car from fuckin' Avis again.''
Hey, Bruce!
Get over here, you cocksucker. Where you been?
- Long story. - Yeah?
I thought you should know this sooner than later.
I got something foryou, but strictly offthe record.
So we'll go upstairs. Come on.
- Who's place is this? - Mikey Cirelli's.
- I thought he was dead. - He is.
Maybe that's why there's nobody here.
So what's goin' on?
U.S. Attorney's offiice has been working a whole year on a RICO case...
against you, your brother Gene, Angelo and D'Mig.
- Damn these fucks. - I'm sorry.
- They don't let you live. - Yeah, I know.
Let me go through this RICO thing again.
It says ifanyone anywhere is caught doin' anything wrong...
then everyone is guilty up and down the line.
Wait a minute. This is a law--
Yeah, it is the government's license to throw out the Constitution.
Ifthey can prove that somebody is part ofa continuing criminal enterprise...
they can lock 'em up for life.
"Continuing criminal enterprise." I don't know what the fuck that means.
Did they lock up Nixon for life when they raided...
his Democratic National Headquarters, whatever the fuck they were?
The Plumbers.
He had an ongoing criminal enterprise his entire career.
That's a RICO case.
The assistant U.S. attorney on this case does not see you as a defendant.
- To her, you're some kind oftrophy. - "Her"? Who "her"?
- Diane Giacalone. Very ambitious. - Would you forget about it?
No brush named Giacalone is gonna bejerkin' me off for long.
And would you tell her to leave us the fuck alone?
And another thing, I don't wanna be alone tonight.
You remember? Who was the guy? Tony Rigoletto.
No. Rigoletto is an opera.
- It was Tony Rigatto. - I'm talkin' about opera.
The guy could sing an entire opera in Italian word for word...
didn't speak a word of Italian.
He was like an idiot savant.
These guys are retarded, but they do one thing perfect.
How come only servants can do this stuff?
- Savant! - What servant?
You fuckin' idiot!
You know, I gotta say this.
- You got everyone's respect here. - Thanks,John.
I mean that. I was gonna say you dress classy too...
but I don't want you to get a swell head.
Thanks,John.
Paul thought of me as a money machine. It's good to be treated as a friend.
Hey, you are a friend, and Sammy G's a friend...
and what is with this guy?
His fuckin' wife has got him home 6:00 every night.
Unless he's out whacking somebody.
Mr. Gotti?
Hi. Nice to meet you.
My name's Roger, and this is my wife, Ann.
We came in from Rochester for the weekend...
and no one's gonna believe we actually met you.
Wejust got married.
Theyjust got married!
Give 'em a bottle ofchampagne.
- Thankyou very much. - Get his autograph.
I'll give you an autograph. Tommy, come here.
Thankyou very much.
John Gotti, I'm FBI Agent Russo, this is Agent Gabriel.
Russo. You know what FBI means, right?
Why don't you tell me.
"Forever Bother the Italians."
An FBI bug has picked up information we thinkyou might be interested in.
No kidding.
A capo in the Bonanno Family has been recorded stating...
that the Commission has sanctioned a hit on you.
Thanks for the tip.
We have a legal and moral obligation to inform you.
Legal and moral, is it? Let's not bullshit each other.
- You'd be happy to see me go. - Not at all.
We're gonna take you down ourselves.
Mr. Gotti, what are your feelings about the RICO law?
John, are you ready for the end ofthis trial?
l'm always ready.
Are you the boss ofthe Gambino family?
l'm a memberofthe Gottifamily. My wife Vicki's the boss.
For seven torturous months...
the government has been trying to sell you on this indictment.
This indictment stinks.
And a fancy wine dressing called RICO isn't going to make it any better.
It's still rancid.
It is still rotten.
Still makes you retch and vomit.
To be brief...
ladies and gentlemen ofthejury, there is no case.
You can convictJohn Gotti because he curses on the telephone.
You can convictJohn Gotti because he gambles excessively.
- You can convictJohn Gotti... - You seeJuror Number 5?
because he lives a lifestyle which you may or may not--
What about him?
- But that is not... - We own him.
what my client is charged with!
- Worst-case, it's a hungjury. - You want to getJohn Gotti?
You do it the right way.
Do it the American way.
Thejury has reached a verdict.
DefendantJoseph Dimiglia: Not guilty on all counts.
Yes!
That's what I been tellin' youse.
Ifyou can't control yourselves...
you will spend the next 30 days in this building...
- and ifyou think that I'm kidding... - Are we in grade school?
- I invite you to try it. - This is bullshit.
Defendant Angelo Ruggiero: Not guilty on all counts.
Defendant Gene Gotti:
Not guilty on all counts.
DefendantJohn Gotti:
Not guilty on all counts.
John Gottihasbeaten a federalRlCO case.
After seven months oftestimony...
Gotti has once again proven to be immune to government efforts to convict him.
The "DapperDon" isnowthe "Teflon Don. "
- Can I have your view on the trial? -John Gotti?
Have you ever walked into the Boys' Club on the East Side?
Everybit ofequipment bought byJohn Gotti.
Ma'am, can I have your view on the trial?
We love him.
Thegovernmentshould just leave thepoorman alone.
Perhaps the mostpersonable gangland boss evertograce the BigApple.
John Gottiis, in underworldterms...
the undisputed "King ofthe Volcano. "
You rule,John!
You know why the people in this city love me?
I'm beatin' the same system now that's fuckin' them every day.
Everybody loves a celebrity gangster.
You forget your father was a rich businessman.
You don't know the system from the outside. They know.
They know I know.
Whateveryou say,John.
You know, Frankie...
why would a guy born of money choose our life?
- Hey, Angie. - What?
Three guys sittin' in a car. Mexican, black guy and a Puerto Rican.
- Who's drivin'? - The black guy.
- Puerto Rican. - The police.
- You seen a fuckin' doctor? - No.
Will you please go see Gennaro on Prince Street?
Bulldoze your way in. Don't sit in no waitin' room.
If I'm gonna see a doctor, I'm gonna see aJew doctor.
Jews, Wops, Chinks, Zulus--
It's one world, it's one people. Would you stop it with that shit?
Not when it comes to doctors.
John, I gotta talk to you private for a minute.
What's the matter? All right. Tell Vic I'll be up in a minute.
- We're late as it is. - The guy can't wait?
Tell him I'll be in there.
Go on. What is it?
I heard Di B sayin' some things.
He says ifyou're goin' away on this RICO thing, Sammy should be the boss.
- That's bullshit. - No, it ain't!
I know you're pissed offat me, but it's true.
I'm not pissed at you. I don't trust you.
You put my tit in the ringer on that goddamn dope beef.
I love you, all right? I just don't trust you.
- That's how it started with Paul. - What started with Paul?
Di B's talkin' subversive, and Sammy's right next to him.
Di B is solid, and so is Sammy.
Put out the fucking cigarettes and see a doctor.
Come on. Stop that.
Where is everybody?
I think Gene's at Sheepshead Bay with your mother.
Pete's downtown lookin' at a buyer who wants to talk to you about buyin'.
- That son ofa bitch-- - I really don't wanna know.
It'sjust an expression.
So, consigliere...
Angie says Di B is talkin' subversive. There's nothin' to that, right?
Di B's a solid guy.
Between us, Angie'sjust a littlejealous...
that me and Sammy got the slots we did after Paulie went.
They don't like you spending so much time with Di B.
Forget about it,Johnny. Normal family bullshit.
Where is Sammy today?
He's working. Hey.
You know the guy got a $1 3 million contract...
to build a new school in Brighton Beach?
This guy's a wonder. He opens a business a minute.
Since you made him underboss, nobody can keep up with him.
In a few years, between him and Di B...
they're gonna own all of Brooklyn.
Thisguy, O'Connor, headofthe 608 Union?
He trashed the place 'cause Tommy didn't use his people.
They defiinitely knew they was underyour flag.
I was ready to whack the guy...
but I mentioned it to Di B.
He said I ought to run it by you.
What is this? You and Di B discuss who gets whacked and who don't?
Who the fuck is the boss, may I ask?
We weren't discussin' anything.
I mentioned it to Di B in passing. He waved the flag.
- It ain't no big fuckin' deal. - I hear he's promotin' you for boss.
I don't think he was talkin' out ofturn.
- Di B was thinkin' ofthe family. - He's thinking.
He got no right to think it.
I just spent halfa million on legal fees.
I'm sitting on the griddle for seven fuckin' months.
I got you and Di B layin' me down. What kind offriend is that?
Get the fuck outta here, layin' you down.
What are you talkin' about?
What's the matter with you?
I'm in a courtroom for seven months. Now I got Gene and Angie's drug trial.
Then the FBI pops up in the men's room every time I take a piss.
I'm talkin' about my blood pressure! That's what I'm talkin' about.
- Forget I said anything. - You got it.
You really worried about this thing?
I mean, you want me to keep an eye on Di B or what?
Yeah.
Keep an eye on him.
Come here.
Take care ofyourself.
I'm worried about your blood pressure. Don't be eatin' all that greasy shit.
Seven fuckin' months.
Seven fuckin' months that RICO case had me tied up.
- They don't let you live. - Seven months of my life.
I know. They don't let you live.
Speaking oftime, we got that 3 o'clock in midtown.
- What time is it now? - Time to go.
Tell 'em I can't break away. I'm staying. I'll ride back with Sammy.
You goin' into Manhattan? Good.
- See you later. - We'll do it tomorrow.
Jimmy, thanks for everything. Put it on Sammy's tab.
Sure. Ciao.
So, Cheech, you wanna drop me off at Mulberry Street?
- Yeah. - Okay, let's go.
You wanna talk about Fourth Avenue or whatever the fuck it was?
What Fourth Avenue?
Fuckin' Buick.
Who's not here? Is anybody missing?
- Tommy Marino ain't here! - He's in Florida!
I don't see Di B. Di B ain't here!
Di B ain't here.
I know you come from upstate, Connecticut,Jersey.
I'm not gonna keep youse here. I heard some ofyouse talkin'.
Nobody knows who killed Frankie DeCicco.
So don't ask.
Nobody's got to look over their shoulder. Tell your crews to stay calm.
You're the Gambino family.
And don't you ever fuckin' believe...
that anyone--
anyone anywhere--
is gonna fuck with us.
Now, go home and drive carefully.
Believe me, that's the most dangerous part ofyour lives.
Thankyou for bein' here.
Man, that car. You oughta see that fuckin' car.
Thisjust could be a renegade element, that's all.
Maybe it's one ofTommy Bilotti's people.
Hey, Frankie DeCicco set up the meeting with Big Paul.
Payback time.
Yeah, but the question is, is it over?
There was nothin' left ofthat fuckin' car.
- How are you,Joe? - I'm good.
Good.
Jordan, espresso.
For sure you were supposed to be in that car with Frankie.
We goin' to war?
They took their shot.
They'll be satisfiied with one for one and give you a pass.
But you got even bigger problems.
Yeah? You sellin' the special here, oryou tellin' fortunes today?
Don't take no fortune-teller to see where you're headin'.
I went to your inauguration.
I held my nose, but I went.
What did you have to hold your nose about? I'm just curious.
I got every right to talk this way.
I was at the sit-down with Neil and Paul and Don Carlo...
afteryou clipped Galione.
You broke a rule then, but Neil got you a pass.
Then you broke another rule. You whacked out a boss without a Commission okay.
Excuse me.
I'm supposed to get a Commission okay...
while my family is being bled to death?
Hey, fuck Paul. He deserved it.
That's got nothing to do with it.
The rules are for everybody.
Right now, on a street in Brooklyn, there's a young kid.
He works himself up, and he talks to Di B, he talks to Gravano...
he talks to three or four capos, and you get a bullet in your head.
We survive by our rules.
And now you're breakin' the oldest rule ofall.
You're goin' fuckin' public.
On TV and magazine covers.
These fancy suits, these fancy haircuts.
"John Gotti,John Gotti."
Don't give me that shit. I didn't ask to go public.
They shove their cameras and microphones in my face.
Get the fuck outta here.
You're turning this thing ofours into entertainment...
for everyone who watches the six o'clock news.
But our thing is secret.
Secret. And what you're doin' won't work.
You believe you can keep spitting in the government's face...
and get away with it?
You're making them come afteryou.
What do you think,Joe?
You don't think the FBI knows who you are?
Your face hasn't been on the wall next to mine...
for the last 20 years?
Get outta here. They know me. I know who I am.
I'm not embarrassed by who I am.
I'm not gonna sit in the dark like some fuckin' rat.
In the end, maybe I'll get respect. I'm not gettin' any here.
John, you made a hell ofa long walk...
from a cockroach tenement to the cover of Time magazine.
That takes ability.
But a Cosa Nostra boss don't belong on the cover of Time magazine.
Wherever I'm at, it's 'cause I am who I am.
I'm not gonna change or apologize for who I am.
But you'll wind up in a cell...
because you are who you are.
And you'll take a lot of good people with you.
Duck,John. Learn to duck sometimes.
No more comments about me lowering myprofile.
It's not my style.
We're not gonna be this styleless family.
First order of business, new consigliere.
Frankie, thejob is yours.
You get word to the four bosses today.
If DeCicco was payment in full, we settle.
- We all want to get on with our lives. - It's done.
Gene, you got a drug trial comin' up. Stay offthe street.
- Let Pete run Queens. - You got it.
What's myjob?
Killin' people. What else? You been buggin' me.
You want to clip Lou Di Bono and Mickey whatever-his-name-is?
- Mickey De Batt. - Fine.
Clip 'em both, makes you feel good.
All right.
Look, I hate to bring this up 'cause I'm really close to the guy...
but I got an obligation to the family here.
Maybe Angelo ain't so crazy when he said Di B's been doin' a lot oftalkin'.
Whoa. Wait a minute.
Angelo's been sipping morphine for months for his cancer.
The guy's in and out. You can't believe him on something like this.
It isn'tjust what Angelo said.
Di B's got his own agenda.
Where was he last night? John almost got killed.
It's like a spit in the face, not showin' up.
- You know where he was? - I know where he was.
Di B was in Brooklyn on union business.
It was bona fiide. I checked it out today.
Di B told me he told you that and that you were to tell John.
- He never told me anything. - Di B's no threat, for chrissakes!
Even if he said something, it don't mean shit.
Fuck it!
See, I got no time.
I got no time for subversives. Not now!
Not now.
I love Di B as much as any man in this room...
but if he's backdoorin'John--
It's Di B!
Come on in!
John, I'm sorry I'm late. Just wanted you to know I was here.
You want me in on this, oryou want me downstairs?
No, downstairs is all right.
All right. See you later.
I don't want the world to think I'm in hiding.
You comin' bouncin', Sammy?
Not tonight,Johnny.
I'll take Di B.
What a life, huh?
Pallin' around with a guy I'm gonna have clipped.
That little list of guys who go...
Louie Di Bono has two businesses with Sammy.
Mickey De Batt is in demolition with Sammy.
Yeah, and Di B and Sammy got over a dozen businesses together.
Bruce, come here.
What?
Check this out.
Why are these capos showing her all this respect?
That's a good question.
- Does she live in the building? - I don't know.
I'm not in this thing out ofthe goodness of my heart.
I'm in this thing to make money.
Come on in.
Hey,Joe, get Di B an espresso.
All right. Don't worry about it.
Yeah. Whatever.
All right, we'll straighten it out tomorrow, all right?
Subcontractor from that school out in Queens.
Looks like we got a little $30,000 envelope coming.
Good. Could use the money.
With your fuckin' habits.
- Here you go. Two sugars. - Thankyou.
Cheers.
Thought you weren't gonna come.
- I wasn't. - Fuckyou.
- Hey,John. - What?
Things are different now.
Yeah? What's different?
Look at me.
- I fucked up. - So?
You're a fuck-up, yeah?
You still mad at me?
I'm thinkin'.
That's good.
- Hey,John. - What?
I'm sorry.
Just shut up and eat, all right?
Mrs. Michael Cirelli, apartment 1 0 in Gotti's building. Lives alone.
Widow of Mikey Cirelli.
Lifelong soldier for Neil Dellacroce.
So what? So it's another RICO case.
What am I supposed to say? These Feds got nothin' better to do than chase me?
I'm the only game in town now? We'll sue them.
For harassment. What the hell else?
It's 2:45 in the morning. Am I getting billed for this?
Then let's say nothin', all right?
What is it?
They got a new grand jury goin' now.
-Jesus,Johnny. - Fuckin' government.
Like a 1 ,000-pound gorilla.
You beat 'em before.
Beat 'em again.
Come to bed.
Let me look at my races.
So who do we got today?
We got my lucky baby, my lucky star.
Susan Valley, Eddie's Delight.
What looks good?
He's here.
With his lawyer.
Where are we?
They're coming down with 1 5, 20 counts of RICO, including the Castellano hit.
- This is serious. - What is this gonna cost?
Forget that.
It's their last shot. Ifwe win again, we're out ofthe woods.
But ifthey come up with something strong...
we might have to think about striking a deal with the prosecutor.
- What are you talkin' about? - Listen to me.
Who you talkin' to here?
No, no.
You don't let anyone in this family cop any kind ofa plea.
A plea bargain isjust another gun--
Am I talkin' to myself? I said no fuckin' deals.
I don't give a shit ifeveryone here goes to Marion for a thousand years.
There's gonna be no fuckin' deals!
No fuckin' deals!
I'll getJacoby and Meyers to plea bargain my ass.
Cost me eight cents.
We got the place to ourselves. The old lady's with her nephew.
I just told Cutler no one is taking that stand.
You get my cell ready right now.
'Cause if it ain't malicious mopery or car theft, we deny everything.
Cutler told me they come up with a new statute.
It's called "committing murder in furtherance ofyour position."
That's nice. That's real nice.
They come up with anything they want. Fuckin' government.
That dunce Bush. Yeah, old Bush.
He could send a whole army to Panama to grab one man-- the spic.
Yeah, Noriega.
You know how many people they whacked out to get that fuck?
The spic's workin' for Washington the whole time. They got no parameters.
What time is it, anyway?
- About 1 1 :30. - Where's Sammy?
I guess he's home. He's tired.
Tired of being the world's only pussy-whipped hit man.
Tired 'cause he got 40 fuckin' companies now.
The guy's creating capital.
Foryou? For me? No shit? For the family?
I got people in the carpet business.
They come to be every day. They say, "John, we can't even get a job.
Sammy's locking up everything. We can't even turn a buck.''
I go to Sammy with that. You know what he says?
"I'll whack the cocksuckers. Then they won't beef."
What kind ofattitude is that?
He does it undermy flag. He uses myname.
Yougotta understand.
Sammy brings in 1 00,000 in cash every month.
I say stick it up his ass. I'd rather die broke.
Then what? Bleed my family to death? We been through this!
It aggravates me.
lt aggravatesme!
lcan be a billionaire, ifl wanna be agreedyboss. lt ain 't right.
That ain 't right. When does itstop?
Howmuch is enough? Howmuch couldSammy want?
lfnot forhisgreed...
you gotta love the guy.
The guy is down.
What the fuck is this, Rome?
What is this? "All roads lead to Sammy"?
I agree. Sammy's gotta pull it in.
I gotta askyou something.
-Did you ever hear Di B talk subversive? -Never.
Who took over Di B's construction unions? Who?
Fuckin' Sammy.
It's makin' me sick.
It's makin' me physically sick.
I love that guy.
What am I gonna do? Whack him?
I tell him a million times.
"Will you slow it down?
You don't have to wind up with every dime on the plate. Spread some cheer.''
What am I talkin' about?
The guy whacked out Louie Malito, Louie Di Bono, Mickey De Batt and Di B.
They're all in business with Sammy.
AndDiB--
What the fuckdid we do, Frankie?
Theguy wasagentleman.
Who clipped him? Who did the work?
Fuck it.
I'll tell you something else. You want a real circus?
You set it up for Sammy to grab everything offthe plate.
Him and the lawyers. You know what you got?
You got the Cutler, Shargel and Fuckstein crime family.
That fuck. AndCutler...
he tellsme about Marion.
Twenty-three anda halfhours lockdown.
One phone call a night.
Enough food to keep you alive in an 8-by-7 cage...
and no one on the goddamn cell block.
I say, "Fuck 'em! I'll die in a cage, and I'll outlive the motherfuckers."
I'm not leaving some kind ofa goddamn circus here.
You hungry? Let's go get some pizza.
Fuckin' starvin'. Let's get outta here.
We ain't comin' back, neither.
I put a hundred in. What you want from me?
- A ten. Gimme that. - Fuckin' ten.
Come on. We'rejust starting here.
Go ahead.
- Come on. -Just play the fuckin' game.
- A three. - Three ofdiamonds.
- Gimme a card! - Straight. Look at that.
Okay, let's go!
The three ofyou go around the back.
We're here to arrest Frankie LoCascio...
Sam Gravano and John Gotti.
I want everyone else to do themselves a favor and stay put.
I'll tell you when you can leave.
- Get outta here. - What's Gotti being arrested for?
Didyou everhear DiB talksubversive?
Never.
Who took over DiB's construction unions?
Fuckin'Sammy.
That makesmesick, 'cause llove theguy.
llove theguy. And what am lgonna do? Whackhim?
ltellhim a million times, "Willyouslowit down?
You don't have to windup with every dime on theplate. Spreadsome cheer. ''
What am ltalkin'about? Theguy whackedout Louie Malito...
Louie DiBono, MickeyDe Batt andDiB!
DiB! They're in business with theguy.
AndDiB-- Theguy, he was agentleman, forchrissakes.
- Who clippedhim? Who didthe work? - Fuckin'Sammy.
Fuckin'Sammy.
- lt'smakingmesick. - I've heard enough.
Defendants shall be held without bail.
I'm also granting the government's motion...
to disqualify present defense counsel.
Cutler, Shargel and Pollok have to be disqualifiied...
because their role as house counsel was discussed in taped conversations...
that the prosecution may use as evidence in this trial.
Beyond that, there are also conflict of interest issues...
because of prior representation of potential witnesses.
Therefore, the lawyers could be called as witnesses in this trial.
The defendants are advised to appear before me at...
9:30 a.m., Monday the 23rd, with new counsel.
Court is adjourned.
We're gonna have to release them into the prison population.
Thejudge ruled that keeping them in isolation is punitive.
Okay. So tell the warden to put Gravano in with Gotti.
What about LoCascio?
Doesn't matter. Put him anywhere.
Sammy's the key.
What do you say, Sammy?
How could you say those things about me,John?
Tapes are tapes, man. Don't mean nothing.
I'm talkin', right? I can fuckin' talk, can't I?
Yeah, some fuckin' talk.
You backdoored me...
while I was your underboss and I was whackin' guys foryou.
Hey. Get the fuck outta here with that shit right now.
You're the one who gets off whackin' people out, not me.
You come cryin' to me about Di Bono-- your partner foryears, not mine.
I don't know the man.
You wanted to whack him. I said, "Do what you want."
Same with Louie Malito.
The same with Scibetta-- your own brother-in-law, for chrissakes.
What am I talkin' about? What about Tommy Spinelli?
Eddie Garafalo? Mickey whatever-the-fuck-his name was.
Worst ofall, Di B. You come into a ton offuckin' money when Di B went.
Ton offuckin' money. Don't ever deny that.
- Don't you ever fuckin' deny that. - Let's not rewrite history here.
I didn't mind Di B goin'.
Fuckin' playboy instead ofa business partner.
But you wanted it, and whenJohn Gotti wanted somebody in the ground...
John Gotti called Sammy Gravano.
- You barked, I bit, remember? - "You bit"?
You pillage this city under my flag, usin' my name. My name!
You're a selfiish prick.
You're greedy is your fuckin' problem.
This is all my fault now?
It's not yours, with all your $2,000 suits...
and all your front-page "Dapper Don" shit?
Even your lawyer didn't know how to pull it in.
You beat the government, you're supposed to walk away humble.
You're not supposed to stand in front ofTV cameras crowin' about it...
'cause it's gonna come back in your face.
I got news foryou.
It ain't me on those tapes.
Truth is, it's your big mouth that brought this borgata down.
Let me askyou something.
If Neil himselfcome up with the widow Cirelli's apartment...
and Joe Watts swept it, how am I supposed to know it was bugged?
Sammy, what do they got?
They got some tapes.
They got no witnesses. They got tapes.
So, let 'em play the livin' shit outta the tapes.
Let 'em leak. I don't give a fuck.
It's like hearin' the same song over and over again.
You play it enough, you don't hear it no more.
You hear me?
All right. Whateveryou say,John.
- What? - Your friend, Gravano...
wasjust escorted from the building.
Thought you might like to know.
Sit.
I think we all know why we're here.
I've got a lot to offer.
And I got a lot ofconcerns.
So I'm thinking that maybe we can make a deal.
What kind ofdeal?
If I talk, I walk.
Impossible. You'll have to do time.
- How much? - Less than 20.
And whatever's worked out, we'll be obliged to inform Gotti's lawyer.
Once that happens, word is out.
Everything's gonna come out in the trial, right?
Everything.
So when Deborah fiinds out I killed her brother, 1 8 others...
she'll fiile for divorce.
That part of my life is over.
So what's your motive, Sammy?
Revenge? Repentance? What?
What are you talkin' about?
You heard those tapes.
John and I are fiinished.
So either I spend the rest of my life in jail...
or I'm out on the streets.
Either way, I'm dead.
So what kind of information you have to offer?
I'll give you the whole Cosa Nostra.
I'll give you the Paul Castellano hit.
I'll testify that I personally fiixed the Giacalonejury.
I'll give you the murders of Louie Di Bono, Louie Malito...
Mickey De Batt, Robert Di Bernardo...
Tommy Spinelli, Willy BoyJohnson...
a dozen or so more.
Tommy Sparrow.
I'll give you theJohn O'Connor shooting.
I'll give you the ins and outs ofthe Gambino family...
from upstate New York to Brooklyn.
Salvatore "Sammythe Bull" Gravano...
underboss ofthe notorious Gambino crime family...
hasagreedto testify againstJohn GottiandFrankLoCascio.
Gravano, himselfan admittedkiller...
will expose the vast criminalenterprise...
heservedfor30years.
ln return forhis testimony...
thegovernment has chargedMr. Gravano...
with a single count ofracketeering.
Known as "The Bull" amongassociates...
Sammy Gravano hasbeen seen foryears in the constant companyofMr. Gotti.
Gravano wassaidto be trusted by Gotticompletely.
Federalofficials today were elated at the defection ofMr. Gravano--
What you got now? You got Sammy.
What's he doin' with his life? Where's he goin'?
You know the Feds, they see the guy--
they always smell out the guy with no parameters.
They move right in. This whole RICO statute bullshit...
is designed for the rats by the rats.
You show me that Wall Street bum.
He stole billions from the country.
Walked outta the goddamn courtroom with billions in his back pockets.
Frankie, you show me the bum in that chemical company.
In one fuckin' day, this fuck, he kills 5,000 innocent people in an instant.
Did he do his instant?
You show me any important thief in today's business world...
who's denied his counsel ofchoice.
And they fiire my lawyer?
Is this America?
We're wops,John.
We're fools. You know why? 'Cause we did it.
We let Sammy into something that's called "a thing ofours."
And you know what?
On my mother I say this:
Let Sammy have his millions, let him have his witness protection.
'Cause every day he's still gonna wake up to the rat...
starin' him in the mirror.
He's gonna have nothin'.
I'm gonna sit right here...
and still with me...
there's gonna be Cosa Nostra...
till I die.
Thegovernment calls Salvatore Gravano.
Will you raise your right hand, please?
Put your left hand on the Bible.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth...
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
- I do. - You can sit down.
Mr. Gravano, do you have a nickname?
Excuse me?
Do your friends call you Salvatore?
Would you keep your voice up, please? That microphone isn't on.
Do your friends call you Salvatore?
No.
What do your friends call you?
Sammy.
My friends call me Sammy.
Sammy, would you describe your position in the Gambino crime family...
relative to the defendant, Mr. Gotti?
He was the boss, and I was the underboss.
And did you commit murder and other crimes...
as part ofyour association with Mr. Gotti and the Gambino crime family?
Yes.
In addition to Mr. Gotti...
are there other members ofthe Gambino crime family in this courtroom--
The defendants will rise.
Clerk will read the verdict.
We, thejury, unanimously fiind the defendants...
JohnJoseph Gotti and Frank LoCascio...
guilty on all counts.
Order in the court! Order!
Mr. Gotti...
having been found guilty on all counts...
you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment...
without the possibility of parole.
The sentence is to be served in federal prison...
in the state of Illinois.
Makesyou think.
Makesyou thinkabout thepeople inyourlife...
andlthink ofNeil--
ifhe washere, what he'dsayto me.
He'dsay, "John, what's life about...
ifyou don'tgo through it asa man'sman?''
He'dsay, "Suckit up, take the fall, do the time.
That'smadeyou whoyou are. That makesyou whatyou are. ''
Howlong we been around, this thing ofours, this Cosa Nostra?
120years.
What's it about? lt'sabout rules. Parameters.
You take the beatin'forthe friend. You don't lay down.
You don't betray whoyou are, whatyou are.
Yougotta rememberAngie, mybrotherGene,JoeyD'Mig.
They don't roll. They're doin'a thousandyearsnow.
They don't rat. Why? That's the rule.
You don't break. You don't rat.
They want me to besomething l wasn 't even born to be.
Humble. Okay, soyou humble me.
Whatyougot now? Yougot a war.
Yougotglobal war. Yougot a worldwide crimesyndicate now.
There'sno rules. There'snoparameters.
There'sno feelings.
There'sno feelings forthis country.
So, five, tenyears from now...
theygonna wish there was American Cosa Nostra.
Five, tenyears from now...
they'regonna missJohn Gotti.
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