Boss of Bosses Page #3

my friend. I am.

You bid the jobs,

and I make sure the guys are there.

If the bid ain't right,

I make sure they don't show.

So I don't see how out of my ass...

...I gotta pay the same two points as

the other dumb schmucks in the unions.

- That's unwise, my friend.

- It's all right, Piney.

I like a man who says where he stands.

I'm gonna tell you where I stand.

We voted you in.

You knew the deal,

and now you don't want to pay?

- Do you like soup, Malone?

- What?

Soup, do you like soup?

Yeah, I like it.

What's that got to do with?

Good. I'm glad you like it.

After Tommy breaks your jaw,

it's gonna have to be wired.

The only thing you're gonna be

able to eat is soup through a straw.

So now, you tell me...

...do you like soup that much

not to pay me my two points?

Well, I thought we could work

things out.

Things happen. It was my mistake.

A deal's a deal.

I'm glad we straightened it out.

Talking about food, I got hungry.

Let's get something to eat.

- Dude, look at this.

- That's attractive.

Give me a break.

They sit in there eating steak...

...and we get indigestion.

Wait a minute.

I love this car.

I got an idea. Know what we do?

Bug the place.

Establish probable cause,

get a warrant, then find a way in.

I'm telling you, keep turning up

the heat and sooner or later...

...one of them's gonna panic.

What the hell is this? Watch.

It's Gaggi.

- Nino.

- Hey, easy with the guns, guys.

- Here.

- What's that?

Fresh espresso and homemade cannolis,

compliments of Mr. Castellano.

Here.

Enjoy.

And just leave the tray at the gate.

See what I mean?

They're definitely panicking.

The face of fear.

Nina, always the best.

Still think I need a maid?

What maid could cook like this?

To clean up, the way you slave.

Forget about it.

Look, Connie's still not here.

Should we start dinner without her?

Without my only daughter?

It's Sunday.

Must be that thug husband.

He's one of yours.

Nina, don't start. I had nothing

to do with them meeting.

The boys are here.

They want to talk.

Be firm with them.

Don't forget what you promised.

How could I?

Dad, we want to be part of it.

Forget it. End of discussion.

It was good enough for you.

I hate school.

- You only made it to eighth grade.

- Look at me. What do you see?

You hold your head high.

That's respect.

Respect or fear?

Think I busted my ass all

my life for you to be wasted?

You will graduate from college,

with diplomas...

...with your heads held up high,

nothing to fear.

Dad, those feds always parked out

on the road in the cheap cars.

Where'd college get them?

Let me educate you about those guys

out there with the broken-down cars.

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