Rob the Mob Page #4

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What do you say, Ange?

Hey.

Hey, Carrie.

Hi.

Listen, I want you to know that

I think about Bobby every day,

not just on this day.

My husband's been dead

a long time, Sal.

It's my son you should

be thinking about.

Okay Robbie, let's review.

So you get the risotto.

You get enough to make

a nice, big rice ball.

Like a baseball?

Like a baseball, exactly.

Then you make

a little hole like that,

get it ready for the meat,

for the cheese.

You take a little meat,

you stuff it in there.

A little mozzarella. Put it in there.

Then you close it up.

Put it in the egg wash.

Then you put it

in the breadcrumbs,

and dust it off

with little breadcrumbs.

And this is

an important part here.

You take a toothpick, and you make

a little hole like that, right?

So when you put it in the oil,

the oil goes in there

and melts the cheese, right?

Got it.

Rice balls.

Your grandpa makes

a hell of a rice ball, pal.

The most complicated thing I was

ever supposed to do, arancinis.

That's it.

Arancini, Robbie.

What's that mean?

"Little orange

of rice." Right?

And what's the most important

thing in a rice ball?

The rice?

Everything but the rice.

The love and the patience.

It's worth it, right?

That's right. Mm-hmm.

Okay Robbie, take your Ma a rice ball.

Okay.

Me and Uncle Sal are going

to do some business, okay?

Got it. All right, big kiss.

Love you.

People all over Long Island talked

about Fiorello's Mobile Lunches.

You couldn't make

those rice balls fast enough.

That was a different life

back then.

Back then, all I was concerned

with was building my business,

looking after my family.

My boy Bobby

had just been born then.

It's eight years, Sal.

It's been eight years

since they took my boy out.

May he be at rest.

It killed my Missus.

So that thing

we need to discuss.

Not in these days, Sal.

Eagles don't hunt flies.

They scare them.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I really like it.

It's nice.

It's a very nice piece.

- You like it?

- Yeah.

How much?

With tax, I could give it

to you, six hundred.

Six?

It's a good deal.

Six?

How about like 540? No.

Five... hey!

Hey, how about a trade?

What you got?

That's what I've got.

Where did you get this?

My father left it to me.

Oh, your father's.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm...

All right.

No, thank you.

What, no thank you?

What do you mean "No, thank you"?

I'm not interested.

Thank you.

What are you talking about? Listen,

you know this didn't come from your father.

Next time, come in

with a better line.

Come on.

Okay, are you kidding me?

Like this place

is f***ing legit?

Like all this stuff is legit.

Take him out of here.

Don't look at her.

Don't look at her! F*** you!

Get out of my store.

Get this guy.

Look at that!

Look at that!

They covered the f***ing line!

That touchdown

just cost me ten G's!

Dom, there's a flag on the play!

Oh, look at this! A flag, a flag!

It's coming back!

Oh! Listen to me.

I don't know this ref, I swear.

All right, this is a stickup!

Hey!

But he's okay in my book.

Hey. Yo!

This is a stickup!

What do you want?

He pushed off this f***ing guy!

Hey!

Sh*t! Hey, hey!

Get on. Get on! What?

This is a f***ing stickup!

This is how it's going to work.

I want your f***ing chains.

I want your watches.

I want your rings.

I want your f***ing cash. What the f***?

I want your f***ing

firstborn children!

You know whose club this is?

Whose club is this?

It's my f***ing club!

That's whose club it is.

My club. My club today!

You're making a big f***ing mistake here,

I'll tell you that.

Oh, my God!

Sh*t.

You think I'm f***ing around?

Is that a f***ing machine gun?

Yo, goomba,

grab that spaghetti bowl.

Grab it! Grab it and put it

on the f***ing table!

Calm down, everybody calm down.

Put it on the table!

Put it on the f***ing table!

Hey, whatever he wants.

All the cash inside!

I swear to God...

Is he holding up the place?

Everything. Everything.

Your f***ing chains!

Come on, give me

that sh*t. Everything!

F***...

F***!

Yo, what are you doing?

Where are you?

What, are you on vacation?

You think this is a good idea?

Yeah, I think it's a great idea.

Do you know why?

Because I'm f***ing stupid, that's why!

Now give me this sh*t!

Nobody's got to get hurt.

Get over there. Get the f*** over there!

Get over there!

Take it easy.

Go ahead. You got it.

You got it.

Just take it and go.

We're doing what you want, okay?

We don't want a cowboy here.

All right, now here's

what I want you to do.

I want everyone to strip.

What?

I said take your goddamn clothes off!

Come on.

You're making a big

f***ing mistake here!

I want all the f***ing

clothes off, come on!

Let's go!

All right, all right, all right.

Take them off!

Come on! Let's go!

They're going to kill him.

They're going to take his balls,

cut them off his body,

and put them in his ears.

He's going to have ball earrings,

this f***ing kid.

They're going

to take his picture,

then they're going to kill him.

Somebody called the cops.

What?

First stake down here.

Who's calling

the f***ing cops, goddamn it!

Everything!

Everything on the f***ing table! Let's go!

Hey, back up. Back up.

You're too close to me.

You're f***ing too close to me.

Who bought that sh*t

for you, your wife?

Oh, my God!

All right.

This is for Frank Uva.

- He's coming out now.

- Get it, get him.

Who's got a f***ing piece?

Who's got a piece?

Go! Go!

Take a picture!

The cam's dead or something.

Move out of the way!

Are you keeping track

of all this?

I'm not...

Seven eight,

nine, ten! 25,

30,000 dollars in cash

on this f***ing table,

and that's not including

the gold or the f***ing silver.

John broke every rule in

the book doing what he did.

Can you imagine?

Wearing fancy suits,

strutting around town like he

was some kind of movie star.

Taking out your own boss

in the middle of the street.

He brought this all on himself.

Man, he's going

to ruin this life, John.

I mean, if he didn't make us look

like a bunch of f***ing idiots,

those two kids wouldn't be out

there knocking over our clubs.

Those two kids

are still out there?

Yeah.

What, are you on vacation?

With John on trial and the whole

city waiting for a verdict,

I mean, this is

a sensitive situation we're in.

It's embarrassing, Sal.

Well, maybe if you would

have let me take care of it

when we should have

taken care of it

it wouldn't be

so embarrassing right now.

And then what, Sal?

Blood on your hands?

Blood on my hands?

F*** it, come on.

So I'm shylocking out of the

old Waikiki joint. Shylocking?

Loaning out money.

A point a week.

That's Sammy the Bull.

25 per cent per year.

That's the f***ing rat.

Credit card rates.

You could say that.

Some guys charge two,

three points.

It's too much.

People get in trouble.

They can't pay you back.

Now,

what happens if they don't pay you?

Don't pay me.

You got no choice.

I'm cracking your head open

with a baseball bat.

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