Gotti Page #2

Not ofour life, no.

Westies. Scum!

Irish scum.

They blew his face away

and they put him back in the car.

The man responsible has been found.

Lives in Staten Island.

I want you to do this for me.

It's done.

From this moment,

you're under my flag.

I want you to take

one of my men with you--

Ralph Galione.

I'll fiill Neil in with the details.

It went well.

This hit is a walk in the sun.

The old man...

will never forget it.

Yeah.

Who's this Galione?

He's in Castellano's crew.

Between him and Sammy Gravano,

they whacked a dozen bums.

Why didn't they give me Sammy?

I know nothin' about this Galione.

You're the underboss here.

Castellano should defer to you a little.

If he wants one of his guys along,

I got no beef.

-Just tell him to give me Sammy.

- Paul wants Galione on this.

Leave it at that.

Is that what you want?

It doesn't matter

what the f*** I want.

That's the way it is.

Just let it go.

Just go with it.

Go with the tide.

All right.

Forget I said it.

Galione. Hop in.

Galione, you always snort on a hit?

- Sharpens my concentration.

- Good. Start concentratin'.

We're goin' out to a joint

in Staten Island.

No one's gonna pay attention

to us now ifwe're cool.

McBratney's there every night.

He sits at the end ofthe bar.

I'm gonna mention some names

from the West Side.

He's gonna fiigure I'm gonna try to

sell him some stuff. Stay near the door.

We're gonna take him out to the car,

whack him in the parking lot. Capisce?

Where you goin'? He sees

a third guy, he's gonna smell a rat.

- I said the door.

- All right. Take it easy.

- What'll it be?

- You got any Boudels?

- Yeah, we got it.

- What are you drinkin', Ang?

- Dewars.

- Dewars and the Boudels.

Who's that,Jimmy?

McBratney, right?

- Who wants to know?

- We know people. Mickey from 46th.

- Dumb-Dumb.

- You know Mickey Dumb-Dumb?

- How you doin'?

- We were talkin' about you last night.

My buddy Angie.

Meet McBratney.

How you doin'?

- Where do you know Mickey from?

- We all worked Kennedy together.

- That's a good racket.

- We're movin' some stuff. Look.

Nice, huh?

You got more?

- Fourteen carat.

- It's nice, isn't it?

I got a gross sittin' in the trunk of

my car. Your name's written all over it.

- Let's go take a look.

- Excuse me!

Ferrone, 1 7th Squad.

You wanna step outside?

Where the hell did you get that,

some kind ofa CrackerJack box?

You f***in' Guinea hump!

Take that f***in' thing

and shove it up your ass along with--

Can't kill him,John.

You can't kill him.

He's Paul Castellano's soldier.

We need an okay, or else

you're steppin' way outta line here!

He f***ed up the personal favor

I'm doin' for Don Carlo.

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