Rob the Mob Page #7

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about that, lady.

I said no cheese, Gary.

Yeah, so I read

in your article today

that you said that we held up

a pair of social clubs.

Right? And so I looked it up,

and in the dictionary it says that...

Yeah, so a pair is a set

of two things used together

or regarded as a unit.

Two mated animals, nasty.

Two playing cards.

Yeah, so a pair is two,

and we hit three, so joke's on you.

Listen to me, I don't know

if you're for real or not,

and I don't have time

for make believe, okay?

So if this is bullshit,

you're not helping me,

you're not helping yourself

but if this is real,

if this is who I think it is,

then what you're doing is f***ing great.

People are talking about you.

People have opinions about you.

It's on everybody's mind,

but none of that sh*t matters.

The only thing that matters is,

what's your story?

People want to know that.

Why don't we meet?

And have you turn me in

to the cops? No, thank you.

No, no, no.

I haven't spent thirty years

covering the mob

by giving away my sources, ever.

I mean, we should get together

and talk about this. Maybe.

Where do you want to meet?

Where do you live?

You know Queens?

I'm from Queens.

No sh*t!

Yeah.

Me, too.

That's funny.

So anywhere.

Pick a place.

You like pizza?

I do eat pizza.

Remember you put

your finger like that,

you open the bail.

I'm going to let you reel it in this time,

all right?

Then you throw it out there.

Whoa, that's far.

Yeah. Now you catch the bail

and reel it in.

Yeah? Hello?

Yeah, hello.

Put AI on the phone.

Who is this?

Who is this?

Who the f*** are you?

F*** you.

Put AI on the phone.

There's no one here

by that name.

There's no one there named AI?

You better find somebody

named f***ing AI.

Big AI. Fiorello.

718-555-4377.

Does that sound about right?

41 Ocean Avenue, Howard Beach?

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Listen, you got some crazy f***ing list,

you know what I'm saying?

And I got it. And that's what

I am trying to explain to you.

I got

a f***ing P.O. box.

Yeah, and in that P.O. box,

I got a will.

And in that will it says you better

not f***ing mess with me or my man,

you understand me?

Hey, AI.

Get over here. Get over here!

Get over here.

She called me, Sal. She called me at

my house and got me on the phone.

I've been violated here.

Who gave her my number?

AI, it's a helluva lot worse

than one phone number.

So she told me.

Who gave it up?

Joey D, but it wasn't his fault.

He had it in his wallet

when the kid jacked him.

He had it in his wallet?

In his wallet? Yeah.

How the hell are you going to let

a guy old enough to be a statue

carry that sh*t

in his wallet, Sal?

Someone's got to keep track.

We figured Joey's so old school,

he'd be the last one to give it up.

Can I trust you, Sally?

Of course.

Call a meeting tonight.

Seven o'clock. My club. All right.

I want everyone there.

Tell them I'm catering dinner.

You're really going in, AI?

Everyone, Sal.

Everyone.

You get me that list

at all costs.

You get me that list

at all costs!

Okay, skip. Okay.

Sh*t.

Hey. Hey!

So how are you doing, fellas.

How you doing, boss?

Thanks for coming out.

I'm starving.

Garlic bread.

You guys see this garlic bread?

What?

I'm sorry, AI.

You all know what's transpired.

And the potential ramifications

of the trail. Correct?

Right, boss.

Right, boss.

Unity is the only solution

in times of crisis.

Our principles, our honor,

sacrifice, and above all...

Solidarity.

That's right.

Solidarity.

If we throw away our solidarity,

we throw away

our strength. Correct?

That's right, boss.

How's the family?

They're fine, thanks.

And the little one?

He's getting bigger every day, AI.

Can I trust you, Vinny?

With your life, boss.

Let me put it

to you another way.

If you want to run a food truck,

you got to keep it clean, right?

That's right, boss.

And I don't mean run a rag

over the counter clean.

I'm talking about top to bottom,

get down on your knees and scrub clean,

right? That's right, boss.

Otherwise, you get rats.

You got one rat,

you get two rats.

Pretty soon you got rat sh*t

in your rice balls.

How are you doing, Anthony?

I'm all right.

Good. Feeling good?

Yeah.

Good.

Anthony...

where's Joey D?

Joey D couldn't

make it here tonight.

He's not feeling so good.

Enough said.

So I got something for you,

Bobby.

I know I wasn't always there.

And I know I wasn't much help.

But maybe this will help.

W-where did you make

this much money, Tommy?

When you talking about, Bobby?

Take it.

Where did you get it?

It doesn't matter.

What you mean it doesn't matter?

Where did you get

this much money?

It doesn't f***ing

matter where I got it.

I just want you to have it.

I just want you to have it, Bobby.

I'm trying to say I'm sorry.

Bobby, look...

I know what you did, all right?

I know you did everything.

I know I was a shitty

older brother.

Bobby, I know you

took care of the shop.

I know you took care of Mom.

I'm trying to say

that I appreciate it.

I'm trying to say thank you.

Thank you?

Yeah, thank you.

W-w-what, you think

you can just walk in here

ten years later, say thank you,

and then everything

is going to be okay?

Well, no.

Where were you, Tommy?

I was f***ed up, Bobby.

I was f***ed up.

I'm sorry, Bobby.

Bobby, I'm sor... look,

that's the point, all right?

Sometimes you do

everything right.

You run the shop,

you pay your bills,

and you're the guy

that gets f***ed!

I mean, look at Pop. Look,

he broke his f***ing back on this place.

Look what it got him.

It's no one's fault.

Bobby, I...

Just take the money.

Your father

did everything right.

Up every morning, early.

No man worked harder than him.

I know that.

That's not what... You want to know why?

So that you can have

a better life.

Look, me and Pops,

we were okay, all right?

We reconciled our sh*t.

You broke his heart, Tommy.

You killed him.

He died of a broken heart. I killed him?

Yeah.

I killed him now?

How can you say that to me?

I didn't kill him.

I didn't f***ing kill him,

and he didn't kill himself.

The f***ing mob killed him,

and you know it. Oh, we don't

want to talk about that, right?

You know it.

You know it.

All right, Bobby?

Come on. Speak up.

Come on, Bobby.

He had to keep this store going,

and those people were the

only way he knew how.

You know, he wanted to help you.

He did.

He wanted to help you.

He wanted so much for you.

And for what?

Come on, don't say that, Ma.

What did you do with your life,

Tommy, huh?

What did you do with your life?

I did the best I could, all right?

I did something. Really?

Yeah, I did something

with my life.

This? This is what you did

with your life?

I don't want it.

Listen...

Ma, I'm sorry, all right?

I just... I want you

to have the money, Mom.

Please take the money.

I don't want this money.

Just take the f***ing money!

I don't want the f***ing money!

Bobby, take the money!

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