Gotti
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 116 min
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Makes you think.
Makes you think about
the people in your life.
I think of Neil and if he were sittin'
here right now, what he'd say to me.
He'd say,
"John, what's it about?
What's life about...
ifyou don't go through it
as a man's man."
He'd say, "Suck it up.
Take the fall. Do the time.
That's what made you who you are.
That makes you what you are."
How long we been around this thing
ofours, this Cosa Nostra?
1 20 years.
And what's it about?
It's about the rules, parameters.
You take the beatin' for the friend.
You don't run, you don't lay down.
You don't betray who you are,
what you are.
- Self-esteem,John.
- Self-esteem. It's basic.
You pick it up on the street.
You gotta remember Angie here.
I loved this guy.
I loved him.
He was stupid.
He always wanted
the goddamn dope money.
He never rolled.
You know that?
He never rolled.
My brother Gene,Joey D'Mig,
they don't roll.
They're doin' a thousand years.
They don't roll. They don't rat.
Why? That's the rule.
You don't break. You don't rat.
Basic rules.
Gives you a little power, right?
Not the kinda power these Feds have.
God forbid we pull their chain
in public, right?
F***in' dress better than them, they
take it personal, like it's a vendetta.
They're supposed to act better
than the rest of us.
Theyjust want me to be somethin'
I wasn't even born to be.
Humble.
They want you to be humble.
So you humble me.
What you got now?
You got a war?
You got a global war?
You got the Chinks, Dominicans,
Asians, Russians, Columbians,Jamaicans.
What are they doin'?
They desecrate the nation.
You got your veritable f***in'
snowstorms ofcocaine and smack...
whatever the hell else
You got a worldwide crime syndicate now.
There's no rules.
There's no parameters.
There's no feelings.
There's no feelings
for this country.
- Anarchy.
- You got anarchy.
So?
Five, ten years from now...
American Cosa Nostra.
Five or ten years from now...
Ang, remember the time we were in Vegas,
we seen that funny guy,Joey Villa?
At the Riviera.
Who was the guy who walked
in the bar that night,Jo-Jo?
That short guy.
This is a funny story. Listen.
Jo-Jo comes into the bar wearin'
It saysJo-Jo on it.
He's got a bracelet on his arm
saysJo-Jo on it.
Got a f***in' necklace saysJo-Jo on it.
He's got solid gold cuff links.
They all sayJo-Jo on 'em.
Little Chink bellhop walks in,
he says...
"Excuse me, Mr.Jo-Jo."
He says, "Shut the f*** up.
I don't want nobody to know I'm here."
True story.
I was there.
All right.
Do what you want with yours.
I'm gettin' down on the Knicks.
John, who owns a bigger piece ofyou,
I'm split right down the middle, baby.
Put out the f***in' cigarette
before you give us all cancer, please.
What cancer? The government
has not proved cigarettes cause cancer.
What f***in' government
is he talkin' about now?
You know the tobacco people
own the Feds.
- F*** them.
- Put out the f***in' cigarette.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah!
What a f***in' ball breaker here.
Gene, you goin' to Mom's later?
It's Friday night.
Me and Pete are both goin'.
Give it up.
Put your share on top of it.
Kick somethin' into that
like you're supposed to.
No, right now.
D'Mig, kick in.
You been robbin' cannolis from us
for 20 f***in' years now.
John, your old man told me
your mother's got a Zulu maid.
F***in' guy.
He never wanted me to marry Vicki.
Best thing that ever
happened to me in my life.
- Never wanted me to marry her.
- Why not?
Vicki's stepfather's Italian,
but her real father was aJew.
- So?
- Get the f*** outta here!
- Maybe he had it comin'.
Under the table.
Watch out for that bolt of lightning.
Coveryour head, Angie.
That's funny.
John, it's Neil.
- Hey, Neil.
- Mr. Neil.
How are ya? All right?
- What is it?
He wants to see me?
- Right now?
- Right now.
Angie goes with?
Bring him along.
ofthe Volcano lived in this place?
It's the old-timer's style.
He don't flash nothin'.
- Hey, you stink.
- Angie can't come?
Don Carlo sent foryou, not Angie.
Let him talk.
Don't interrupt.
He's old, but he's still sharp.
And don't dare underestimate him.
- Hey, Neil, how you doin'?
- Hello. Sammy Gravano.
- You knowJohn Gotti?
-Just by reputation.
- Same here. How you doin'?
- You're smilin'.
- You must've heard good things.
- Nothin' but.
- Come by my club. We'll go bouncin.
- Sounds good.
They're expectin' you fellas.
Thanks, Sammy.
Don Carlo, this isJohn Gotti.
How are ya?
Paul Castellano.
How you doin', Paul?
-Joe Armone.
- How are you?
Well, sit down.
I heard good things.
You built Carmine's
Brownsville book up...
A hundred thousand.
Never took a dime from the top.
You're a young man
You seem to respect my, uh...
my policy on drugs.
You know, the Feds...
Certain things.
Not drugs.
You make your crew understand.
They deal in drugs, that's all.
They die!
I've done that.
I tell you this 'cause
I see a future foryou.
But fiirst there's something else.
My-My nephew.
He's a saint.
Not ofour life, no.
Westies. Scum!
Irish scum.
They blew his face away
and they put him back in the car.
The man responsible has been found.
Lives in Staten Island.
I want you to do this for me.
It's done.
From this moment,
you're under my flag.
I want you to take
one of my men with you--
Ralph Galione.
I'll fiill Neil in with the details.
It went well.
This hit is a walk in the sun.
The old man...
Yeah.
Who's this Galione?
He's in Castellano's crew.
Between him and Sammy Gravano,
Why didn't they give me Sammy?
I know nothin' about this Galione.
You're the underboss here.
Castellano should defer to you a little.
If he wants one of his guys along,
I got no beef.
-Just tell him to give me Sammy.
Leave it at that.
Is that what you want?
It doesn't matter
what the f*** I want.
That's the way it is.
Just let it go.
Just go with it.
Go with the tide.
All right.
Forget I said it.
Galione. Hop in.
Galione, you always snort on a hit?
- Sharpens my concentration.
- Good. Start concentratin'.
We're goin' out to a joint
in Staten Island.
No one's gonna pay attention
to us now ifwe're cool.
McBratney's there every night.
He sits at the end ofthe bar.
from the West Side.
He's gonna fiigure I'm gonna try to
sell him some stuff. Stay near the door.
We're gonna take him out to the car,
whack him in the parking lot. Capisce?
Where you goin'? He sees
a third guy, he's gonna smell a rat.
- I said the door.
- All right. Take it easy.
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