Gotti Page #3

Then f*** him.

He's got nothin' to do with us.

But the kid says he knows Sammy Gravano.

He says him and Sammy go way back...

and there's no time

to check this out with Sammy.

- Do you believe him?

- Yeah, for sure he knows Sammy.

Better I stand up for Sammy in here than

fiind out I should've when I get out.

Hey, what's this motherf***er want?

How ya doin', chief?

How about you and me,

we go for a walk and talk, huh?

What do you say?

I say a dago ain't a pimple

on a n*gger's ass.

I sure as hell hope not.

What do you want me to do?

I'm alone here, see? I'm clean.

Step into my offiice here.

This is business.

Business, huh?

You know you're one

crazy motherfuckin' wop, right?

Let's walk.

-I hearyou're missin' 6 ounces ofcoke.

-You heard right.

And that Guinea Perillo,

he's gonna get a shiv stuck in his ass.

You know, I say hard time

is for hard-ons.

What are we tryin' to do here?

We're tryin' to do some easy time.

You start that sh*t, it's a lockdown.

Then what you got?

No booze, no broads,

no phones, no visitors.

You ain't even gonna get TV rights.

Come on.

You and me, we cool that, huh?

Yeah, well, I'm listening.

That 6 ounces ofcoke you lost,

I'm gonna replace it.

You're gonna get 1 8 grand cash

and a van full of Lucky's.

Your whole side ofthe yard here

can all be stokin' and smokin'...

your f***in' brains out for a month

as far as I'm concerned.

From here on out,

anyone here in my court...

fucks with your action,

you just come to me.

- And who the f*** are you?

-John Gotti.

- So when do I get my drop?

- With your mornin' paper.

Count up in two wing.

Come on!

Let's have a little respect here!

Respect age, will ya?

Look at you!

College looks good on you.

Wait here.

Thankyou, Willy.

- You okay?

- I got Neil here.

We're back!

What is it?

Don Carlo's dead.

Heart attack an hour ago.

Let him rest.

He made Big Paul the new boss

on his deathbed.

What?

No f***in' way

Carlo passed you up.

For what?

That piece ofshit?

He don't understand the street. He wants

to be some butter-ass businessman.

That's not Cosa Nostra.

Maybe a street guy

is not what is needed.

Maybe times are changin'.

Bullshit! Come on!

The soldiers don't even want him.

Ask anyone here.

They starve under the guy.

The f***in' guy...

he squeezes a f***in' 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 f***in' 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

f***in' 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 f***in' bet.

Forgets who made him a rich f***in' man.

Some f***in' 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.

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