By the Gun

Where you been?

Sorry, Jerry.

Is Sal still here?

You were supposed to

be here an hour ago.

Now he's at the produce.

When Sal tells you to be somewhere,

you f***ing be there.

Think you could

give me a ride?

F***ing A, Nicky.

Go!

- Go! Go!

- All right.

Man,

I need my own f***ing wheels.

Yeah, you do.

You should have kept that Chrysler, man.

That was a good car.

Hmm.

My brother needed some money for school,

you know?

Will you please

leave it on one station?

F*** you.

$86. F***,

I told Vito I'd stop by with some dough.

Man, we need a good f***ing rip.

You got anything?

Things been kind

of cold lately.

I got a Vic up north.

It's a home invasion.

Like a drug deal or something?

Nah. Straight guy. He owns two

sports bars up in New Hampshire.

Wife, two kids.

250K in his mattress.

I got a tip from

his financial advisor.

Financial advisor?

Yeah, I sell the guy coke and

steroids from time to time.

That sounds like a guy you

can trust with your money.

No. What else?

I got a...

I got a number for a bookie,

big fish kind of guy.

Figured I'd throw in some high numbers,

see what happens and...

With your f***ing Irish luck,

no f***ing way.

- That has nothing to do with luck.

- Next.

- What are you talking about?

- Next!

Jesus, Nicky, let me see what else

I got on the f***ing lot for you.

Uh, Big Victor. I've been waiting

for that to get ripe for a while.

Probably get him for

25 grand this week.

Big Victor.

I don't know, man.

We'd have to give him a beating.

So what?

What we need is

our own f***ing crew.

- Our own crew...

- Come on, man.

...and we won't be up against

the ropes all the f***ing time.

You know what? You watched the first

half of Goodfellas too many times.

Those days are dead, man.

Nowadays,

a crew makes you hot.

Your friends in the North End?

Just a bunch of old guys now

that f***ing play gangster

so they can f***ing sell ziti and

f***ing cannolis to tourists.

What the f*** are

you talking about?

Sal f***ing

runs the North End.

Sal ran the North End

20 years ago.

Have you looked

around recently?

It's like a guinea

minstrel show over there.

It's like a dago Disney World.

Trust me. Those guys are geriatric

rats on a f***ing sinking ship.

You don't know what the f***

you're talking about,

all right?

Will you please hurry up?

Sal's gonna kick my f***ing ass.

F*** Sal.

We load and lock.

This one's filled up.

Yeah, why don't you grab it?

You send me that number?

Yeah, we're good.

Hey, Angelo.

Hey, Nick, how's it going?

Okay. Well, can you

let me know by next week

which way you want

to go with this thing?

Otherwise I just

got to proceed.

Wait here for me. All right?

Come here.

- Sal, I...

- Get over there.

I'm so sorry

that I'm late, Sal.

Why?

I could smell the p*ssy coming

off you halfway down the hallway.

I got a call last night

from Tony Matazano.

What happened?

I get a call yesterday

afternoon from my cousin Eric.

Something about

Tony's daughter

chewing him out at the hair

salon that he works at.

She was bitching about him

smoking too close to the door

or something stupid like that.

Anyway, he called her a name.

She got pissed.

Tony sends his f***ing goons down

there to rough up my cousin.

He's a kid, Sal.

He was shitting in his pants.

So I call Tony,

try to calm things down.

Did you tell him you were

going to track him down

and put a bullet in his eye?

He started in on me

with all this tough guy sh*t.

Like, "I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill your family." I mean...

Eric is a kid.

And he's family.

Tony is a prick.

All I was trying to do was apologize.

That's it.

Well, now you have to

go down there and apologize.

In person.

And to his daughter.

In person.

Tony's protected. Nick.

He makes us a lot of money.

You know that he's

holding out on you.

He's running all this sh*t on the

side you don't even know about.

I bet he never even...

Hey, Mickey Mouse.

Wait outside.

You really want to associate

with people like that?

He came out of

his mother's ass.

I never would have survived them three

years up in Shirley without George.

Get your ass

over to his place.

And watch your

f***ing mouth with me.

If you want in, you better listen

more than you don't listen.

And don't take everything

so f***ing personally.

You got a lot of heart, Nick.

Don't let it go to your head.

Whatever I got

to do, I'm ready.

You know, Ginsberg,

the lawyer that just left...

- You know...

- Sure. Good guy.

Listen, Nick.

With the old timers dying,

one by one,

and the Feds and the rats and the chinks

and the f***ing Albanians up my ass,

I got no choice

but to go legit

or be the last man standing.

We're like an island. Capisce?

There's not many of us left.

Whatever you want

me to do, I'm ready.

I never was one of those guys

who just let anybody in

who'd come through the door.

But I paid the price. I know.

I see something in you.

The day you see it yourself is the day

things will go right with this family.

You're a good boy, Nick.

Your time's coming.

And bring

the girl some flowers.

Vito.

What's up, Nicky?

How are you, brother?

What's up, Georgie?

Vito, when are you gonna

do something about that haircut?

The pompadour died with Elvis.

F*** you.

What's up, Eric, you dumb ass?

You know I got to go deal

with your sh*t right now?

What sh*t?

You're the one with

the big f***ing mouth.

B*tch wanted to f***

and I just wouldn't play.

This kid couldn't get p*ssy

from a dead whore. Shut up.

Suck a dick, Vito.

What trouble? What do you got?

Don't worry about it.

Here you go. Take this.

No. Nick, you're not

even supposed be here.

Where is he?

He's in the house.

I can't take that.

What, you don't got to eat?

You don't want

to go to college?

He gets a f***ing job,

he can b*tch about getting free money.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

No, he don't want you here.

You cause problems for me

every time you come.

- I got to deal with him.

- Hey, hey, hey.

This is my house, too.

Ma would want me here.

It's 80 f***ing dollars.

Take.

Relax, will you?

It's gonna be beautiful.

All right,

don't let that big fat cock

scare the neighbors, all right?

- King Kong.

- All right.

Hey, Nicky,

can I have some money, too?

Pearls before swine,

you f***ing pig.

You're f***ing pitiful.

It's gonna be beautiful.

Let's get out of here.

Here, let me borrow that.

Yeah, just give me a second.

Hey, Tony,

what's with the spandex?

Don't you want the back

of your ball bag tanned?

What's up?

Who's there? Who's that?

It's the guy Sal sent over.

Oh, the big mouth.

Hey, big mouth.

You better hope my

kid don't catch cancer

from your dumb f*** cousin's

cigarette fumes.

Come here.

Come on, a little closer.

- Don't be shy.

- I'm fine right here.

Come back, finish me later.

I'm going mobile with this.

Pretty girl gives you

a tan in your home...

...and sucks you off.

Good idea?

Sure. Whatever you say.

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