Boss of Bosses Page #2

- Anything.

Promise me!

You keep our children clean.

Never involve them

in that filthy business.

That I promise.

That I vow.

Carlo Gambino isn't just sick.

He's dying. Heart and liver both.

- Well, he's 76.

- Son of a b*tch.

He's gonna die peacefully

in his bed, a millionaire.

Only question now is, who's gonna be

the next Godfather?

Dellacroce. He's got

all the muscle, the toughest crew...

...Gotti and the other animals.

Well, Castellano has

his tough guys too, but more.

He's the brain. He knows how

to hide the money.

Gambino always listened to him.

What about Piney Armone?

He's one of the originals.

Gambino's consigliere,

but he's a follower, not a player.

Come on. Castellano?

I mean, the guy's too cerebral.

They say, you want

to find Big Paulie...

...don't look in a social club,

look in the banks.

They're right.

Look at this. Garment industry.

Concrete. Paving.

Wholesale meat. Garbage.

Porn. Gambling. Prostitution.

Lines of Gambino influence

that run through all the unions.

Big Paulie set it up.

The guy could have been CEO

of a corporation.

Exactly. When Gambino dies,

he'll name Big Paul.

Neil Dellacroce and Piney

will back Castellano.

I agree.

Dellacroce and Castellano

are like brothers from way back.

It's gonna be Big Paul.

Follow the money trail

just as far as you can.

It goes up to capo level usually,

then nothing.

That's this guy's genius.

I don't care how insulated he is.

Get evidence the street

crews are connected to him...

...we'll get warrants to bug the capos

all the way up the ladder.

Sooner or later, we'll bug

Mr. Castellano himself.

I want Big Paulie behind bars.

I love it up here.

If I had to do this for a living,

I'd starve.

Somebody's gotta do it.

Yeah, I'm glad it ain't me.

I'd rather be a second-story man.

You guys miss all the beauty up here.

Here, you forget about

the porn, the hookers...

...all the filth down there

in the street. Right, Tommy?

Business is business.

That filth you're talking, Paul,

it's what's fed us all our lives.

Piney, when your grandkids

sit on your lap and say:

"Grandpa, how'd you get this

beautiful house? Those nice cars?"

What do you say? "I'm a pimp."

"I'm a highjacker." What?

You know the answer. I lie.

I kept my kids out of the business

just like you did.

Amen to that.

Hey, welcome to the 14th floor.

I hear we have a problem.

Now that we got the union to vote you

in, suddenly you don't want to pay.

- No, let him speak, Tommy.

- Now, I've been thinking.

Without me nothing gets to the site.

No concrete, no l-beams,

no sky-crane crew.

Mr. Gambino, he knows I wrap

things up tight, do I not?

Mr. Gambino isn't your problem,

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