Boss of Bosses Page #4

We'll bid into everything.

I want us in every job site

in Manhattan.

Come on.

- Sure you want to do this?

- Joe Pistone is my friend.

- Feebs. Look at this.

- Like a boil on the ass.

Back off, Tommy.

Mr. Castellano, Agent O'Brien.

This is Agent IKurins.

- So?

- Special Agent Joseph Pistone.

Your crew knew him as Donnie Brasco.

There's a contract out

on his head, 500IK...

...and on his family.

I don't know Donnie Brasco.

Joseph Pistone.

Joseph Pistone, not Donnie Brasco.

I'm advising you that should

anything happen to Joseph Pistone...

...or his family...

...if they should die crossing the

street or in a nuclear disaster...

...the full resources of the FBI

and the Department of Justice...

...will be brought to bear

upon you and your associates.

Have I made myself clear?

Most fed suits don't have your balls.

They sneak around cars like wimps

with those long lenses.

That's not an answer

and I'll need an answer.

Then I'll give you one.

If you knew about me, you'd know

I'd never approve of that situation.

And I'd condemn it.

But since we're being straight,

do me a favor.

What would that be?

When you come at me, do it this way...

...like men, like you are today.

Don't ever frame me.

Don't make something out of nothing.

I've seen it,

and it stinks of cowardice.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, Mr. Castellano.

Lift the Pistone contract.

Paul, you ain't serious?

Carlo was wrong. Pistone's a cop, his

family are civilians. End of story.

What about all those solid

guys that bastard screwed?

All the ones he put inside.

Neil's right.

Lots of guys won't like it.

That's not my problem.

We're done playing street games.

We're going all the way.

The decisions I make, I make.

- That ain't right.

- I understand. All right.

Let's grab an espresso.

Neil, it should have been you.

Carlo picked the wrong guy.

We're losing the streets, you know?

The n*ggers, the spics, the Chinks,

"they're all moving in".

Tell us what to do.

I can't hear you.

You didn't say none of that.

What's he doing?

No payback for Brasco. Cutting back

the rackets, that's our blood.

Construction, trucking, what is this?

What happened to our thing?

I'll talk to him.

He doesn't respect tradition...

That's enough!

Dead meat, Johnny-boy.

I love you like a son, but even I

"can't help you if you talk like that".

What did I say? You know I'm right.

I love you too, you know that.

But I put my life in your hands.

You can't talk like that.

"He's the boss".

That's it.

We give that to a judge,

we got a warrant to bug him.

Still gotta find some way

into his house.

Let's be resourceful.

We're smarter than they are.

Let's prove it.

One more thing.

Don't be grateful to him

for dropping the contract on Brasco.

- Relieved, not grateful.

- Don't kid yourself.

Castellano's a stone-cold killer,

and there are 3000 more under him.

No mercy.

What's wrong?

- Please, don't.

- No, no, no.

Look, I won't touch or harm you.

Just tell me, why are you crying?

Can't I just cry?

Here, sit down. Sit, here.

I want to know why. Tell me.

You will think less of me.

Gloria, whatever it is...

...l've heard and seen worse,

believe me.

Just say it.

In my village...

...south of Bogota...

...it was my time for communion.

I was on my way home from market...

...and he grabbed me.

He used me like no woman

should be used.

But I wasn't a woman.

I was a child.

God.

God?

God was not there.

God was hiding in the church.

I woke up in a garbage dump

where he left me.

Now you know what I am.

Violated.

Gloria...

...we're all violated.

All of us.

What happened to you is in the past.

You were forced...

...and it wasn't your fault.

But I am dead.

Inside, I am dead.

I've felt that way too.

Why you?

I get lonely sometimes.

And sometimes I feel...

Sometimes I feel old.

But I like talking to you.

You make me think of another time.

When I was younger.

You have the eyes of a boy.

- I must go.

- No.

Gloria?

I don't mean to interrupt you.

I just wanted to have a word with you.

I'm Agent O'Brien.

And this is my partner, Agent IKurins.

We're with the FBI.

Your family in Bogota is well.

Your sister Lucita had a cold,

but she's over that.

You talked to my family? Why?

Maybe they'd like to visit.

How'd you like that?

We could talk about it.

I wanted to talk...

- Move, move! Get out of my way!

- Easy.

I left my country

because of bastards like you!

This is America!

- They really yelled at her?

- Yeah. It was so beautiful.

She left them holding their salamis.

Most chicks would have freaked.

You had to see her, Paul.

What a spitfire!

The feebs are looking for any way in.

To come after the maid,

they must be desperate.

Piney.

- You won't like this.

- Please, no more headaches.

It's Bazzini.

Worse than an embarrassment.

He's ignoring the vig on the loan...

...and used our money

to front coke and smack deals.

This better not be a rumor.

Would I bring it to you

if it wasn't confirmed?

I want to puke.

Word is all over south Florida.

I give him Miami,

and he spits in my face.

The worst is, everybody south

of Ft. Lauderdale knows about it...

...and now they will up here.

Drugs are too big.

There's too much money.

He knew the law. He's got to die!

- Let me have his ass, Paul.

- Not you. Send Agro.

Tell him to make a statement,

but no mess.

Make him a memory.

Bring the Caddy around here.

I hate walking.

My shirt is soaked with sweat

already. This humidity sucks.

I'll crank up the AC.

Yeah, sometime this decade

maybe, huh?

Move your jelly ass!

That ain't Bazzini.

But that's his car.

That's Bazzini's car.

You know who I am?

I'm Joey Bazzini!

And you're dead!

FBI Federal Agents!

FBI! Put it down!

Do it!

Hands on your head!

Do it, do it!

You're a very lucky man, Joey.

We figured you'd want to know

"about Bazzini".

Let him sweat a few hours.

We'll be there.

You guys are the best. Thanks.

Okay, we should just make

that last flight.

Ten years, I'm a good earner.

I get behind, and sure,

I deal the powder.

For that they send that animal Agro?

We're all you got.

Ah, that makes me feel a lot better.

Look, you testify you fronted

these operations for the Gambinos...

And that you were blessed

by Castellano.

Or we go back to New York.

You can have him.

We don't want him

unless he makes our case.

Do we?

I'm dead.

Can't win for losing.

Testify?

Why not?

I don't give a damn no more.

Smartest thing you ever did.

"Bazzini names Castellano".

Then you guys subpoena Big Paulie

as a witness.

We got enough on Bazzini

for an indictment now.

I know. But we don't care

about him, he's yours.

We just need Big Paulie down here.

So he can deny

ever hearing of the guy?

No, down here to get him and

Bilotti out of the house.

Perfect. It's perfect.

"To testify".

We got the best lawyers money can buy.

They didn't indict you.

Agro's a maniac!

And DeMeo's just as bad.

Everything we've worked for

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