Gotti Page #2

- What'll it be?

- You got any Boudels?

- Yeah, we got it.

- What are you drinkin', Ang?

- Dewars.

- Dewars and the Boudels.

Who's that,Jimmy?

McBratney, right?

- Who wants to know?

- We know people. Mickey from 46th.

- Dumb-Dumb.

- You know Mickey Dumb-Dumb?

- How you doin'?

- We were talkin' about you last night.

My buddy Angie.

Meet McBratney.

How you doin'?

- Where do you know Mickey from?

- We all worked Kennedy together.

- That's a good racket.

- We're movin' some stuff. Look.

Nice, huh?

You got more?

- Fourteen carat.

- It's nice, isn't it?

I got a gross sittin' in the trunk of

my car. Your name's written all over it.

- Let's go take a look.

- Excuse me!

Ferrone, 1 7th Squad.

You wanna step outside?

Where the hell did you get that,

some kind ofa CrackerJack box?

You f***in' Guinea hump!

Take that f***in' thing

and shove it up your ass along with--

Can't kill him,John.

You can't kill him.

He's Paul Castellano's soldier.

We need an okay, or else

you're steppin' way outta line here!

He f***ed up the personal favor

I'm doin' for Don Carlo.

He's f***in' goin'.

I know you're thinkin'

Castellano said use Galione.

He should've given us

Sammy Gravano.

You're thinkin' that Mick bartender's

gonna make us from f***in' mug shots.

I'm not thinkin'.

You're thinkin'. I'm eatin'.

Now, he's goin'.

The bottom line isJohn Gotti...

clipped a soldier in my decina...

without my okay.

That's a flagrant violation.

John Gotti should f***in' die.

No need to curse, Paul.

No need.

You know me, Don Carlo.

I'm a street guy.

If I can't curse, I can't talk.

You sent a f***in' moron

on this hit...

who endangered the life ofa young man

I think ofas a son!

Galione deserved to be clipped!

John Gotti was doing a piece ofwork

that could buy him 25 years.

That's f***in' immaterial!

The bottom line is that--

Bottom line.

That's weasel words!

My God,

a businessman talks like that.

What the hell kind ofword is that?

Paul, you don't know the streets.

I mean, you never have.

John Gotti clipped your scumbag soldier

because your soldier deserved it.

John Gotti is Cosa Nostra.

The rule was broken.

Yes, it calls for Gotti to die.

Was there reason for breakin'

the rule so powerful...

that it wasjustifiied?

We need all theJohn Gotti's

we can get.

But we survive by our rules.

If it was my call, he would go.

Some combination, huh?

Your Frankie catchin'

and my son passin'?

Your kid's got a great arm.

Come here, you!

You gotta cradle the ball more.

Let me show you somethin'.

When he snaps it at you,

I want you to suck it in.

Suck it in. That's it.

Do it again.

He's gonna snap it at you--

a lateral pass.

- You gotta suck it in.

- Ready to go home yet?

No, I got my bike.

I'm gonna ride home.

- You were great.

- Thanks.

- You're doin' great, man.

- Thanks.

- You're my champ, you know that?

- Yeah.

Hey! Take that.

How's the couch business?

You still sellin' Castro convertibles?

It's a living.

Can't complain.

We gotta run.

You got a great arm, kid.

Thanks.

See ya next week.

I've been negotiating all night.

Just take a walk, all right?

- Negotiatin' what?

- Your f***in' life!

- For takin' out a f***in' coke head?

- Be quiet!

Sit down.

I said, sit down!

You know, I've clipped

a lot of guys in my life.

Close friends.

Guys I didn't know.

I didn't always agree

that the guy should be clipped.

But I never questioned the orders...

and I never went off half-cocked...

and clipped somebody

I wasn't supposed to!

Now, you shut up!

You just listen.

Big Paul went down to Don Carlo

for permission to have you whacked.

It came this close.

I told Don Carlo

you were like a son to me.

That touched the old man.

He told Paul to give you a pass.

But if Don Carlo had said...

you gotta go...

I would've come here today...

with these two zips...

and you would go.

You cannot whack a made man

on somebody else's crew!

There are rules!

You break the rules,

this whole goddamn thing ofours...

cracks and crumbles!

You never break the rules.

Let's drink to that.

Wipe your face.

You're sweating up

a hundred dollar shirt.

Don Carlo says

you'll do some time.

But he's gonna take care

ofyour family.

Here.

La familia, and the rules

that hold us together.

And the rules that hold us together.

Good-bye, Frankie.

- You look good,John.

- Hey, thanks, man.

How do you swing a three-year sentence

with a guy dead on a saloon floor?

You just make sure it's

an Irish scumbag who deserved it.

This way, at least you know

you performed a public service.

Don Carlo made it offiicial.

You come out of here...

you come out a captain.

God bless you, Neil.

God bless you.

How's my Frankie?

He's good.

Vicki and the kids are all fiine.

Your mother, forget about her.

She told me the place

out in Sheepshead is a palace.

She called it that?

She told me,

"My son got me a palace."

It's notjust Vicki and the kids.

The whole neighborhood

will be glad to have you back.

People ask about you all the time.

Got a bit of bad news.

Don Carlo had a--

had a heart attack.

Well, I guess when he goes,

you're gonna have your day.

- We'll see.

- What's that mean?

You're next in line.

What's that mean?

Listen.

I heard a little news

on the street that--

I heard that your brother Gene

and Angie's brother Sal...

are pushing dope.

- They're pushin' dope?

- Yeah.

Sally's not a made guy.

He's a civilian.

He does whatever the f*** he wants.

And my brother Gene's no genius,

but the guy's not pushin' dope.

Ask Angie. I understand

he's getting a percentage.

Where the f*** did you get this?

One of Big Paul's soldiers told me.

Well,Jesus Christ.

Consider the source.

I'm only sittin' here

three f***in' years...

because ofthat incompetent

Sicilian candy-ass.

I'm supposed to believe

my own brother's pushin' dope?

Believe what you want.

But ask Angie.

I want this f***in' rumor proved...

or disproved.

An FBlspokesman saidtoday

that apromising lead...

on the whereabouts ofPattyHearst

resultedin a deadend.

Theyoungheiress is wantedin a series

ofpoliticallymotivatedbankrobberies.

You know this b*tch

is richer than Rockefeller?

With all her money, what's she doin'

tryin' to overthrow the government?

They're gonna lock up this twat for

1 00 f***in' years when they catch her.

Come on,Johnny.

- You got anything you wanna tell me?

- Like what?

Like secret sh*t.

- Like what kinda secret sh*t?

- Like secret sh*t.

Like how many times a night

I whack off?

I said, like secret sh*t.

You and me, we change each other's

diapers, for Christ's sake.

What f***in' secrets I keep from you?

Where'd you get the prosciutto?

I know people.

We got a problem

with the Zulu chief.

He's threatin' to put a hit

on this kid Joey Perillo...

for stealin' six ounces

of nose candy from him.

- Yeah? Who is he?

- He's the kid at the end.

The skinny kid.

Who's the kid with?

Nobody. He's a street thief.

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