Boss of Bosses

Fifty bucks! That police sticker

ain't good for nothing.

Tommy, we could have been towed.

Relax, it's Christmastime.

Yeah, merry Christmas.

Gotti broke the rules, Paul.

He knew what was going on with his

crew. You should take him out.

No, I promised Neil on his deathbed

we'd see what he's got to say.

If he knew, he goes. End of story.

Who's security for the sit-down?

Di Cicco set it up.

He's got some of our best guys.

Sparks Steak House.

Where's our guys?

No security? No nothing?

Where the hell are those clowns?

Tommy, get back in the car!

Yo, Tommy.

Paulie!

Paulie!

We are being tested...

...by the temptation to despair.

Every day...

...I see those who sell their bodies.

I see those who break in and steal.

Our souls are the battleground...

...where God and Satan fight...

...over each and every one of us.

There. Here's your change.

Number 24, my sonny's birthday...

...and number 9, the Cardinal's.

Them is my lucky numbers.

That's a nickel a ticket, lady.

- How much does it pay off this week?

- 300 bucks for the lucky winner.

Same every week.

Next!

It's Carlo. I gotta get the money.

Just give it. I don't want you

going around with him.

Be right back.

Paolo? Didn't you hear what I said?

I no want you with that no good Carlo.

Don't worry, Ma. Relax.

I'm gonna be right back...

I don't want to relax.

We got work to do.

Paolo!

Put the coin on the floor

with the rest.

Nice suit.

Why the long face, Paulie?

The world, it ain't right.

Front-door people who got dough...

...smile and walk out with the turkeys

and the hams.

But out back in the alley,

people with nothing...

...they're lining up like sheep.

- Sheep is right.

There's two kind of people

in this world:

Them that take and them that want.

Makes you wonder about God.

Get smart, kid. I'll introduce you

to Vito Genovese.

Your own wheels, a new suit

every day of the week.

Yeah. I'm ready for action.

- Lf you mean that, we'll start now.

- Any damn thing!

I don't care no more.

Listen. Them Nardinos are

trying to move into our neighborhood.

They ain't kicking in. Need a couple

more guys to teach them some respect.

What's their story?

Annellio Dellacroce's tough.

Joey Armone's gotta prove

he's figured it out.

Hey, Annellio, Joey. Get over here.

This here's my cousin, Carlo Gambino.

We got a job for Vito.

Vito Genovese?

Who we gotta kill? You?

Are you a tough guy?

Carlo, please. He's only kidding.

Please.

Then cut the crap. We got work to do.

I'm gonna give you a shot.

You show some balls...

...maybe I introduce you to Vito.

Let's go.

Come buy a fresh tree.

Here's the gag.

With each tree, a case of booze

they deliver. Nice cover.

Let's see who can do some damage.

Wait. Let's split up.

If we take out those guys by the alley

first, then we're even odds.

I like the way you think, kid.

If they put heaters on us, go for the

legs first, not the heads.

That way you get a piece of something

even if you miss.

When they go down, then swing

for the heads. Come on, you.

Come on!

Carlo!

- Get the truck. Who can drive?

- I can drive. Let's go.

- Just the booze. Dump them trees.

- Why?

A lot of poor kids never had a tree.

- What am I, Santa Claus?

- Trust me. Come on.

All right. Get in the truck.

Thank you. God bless everyone.

Oh, my goodness. My God!

From Vito Genovese,

have a very merry Christmas.

From Vito Genovese,

have a very merry Christmas.

Pine trees, my leg's killing me.

Them bastards.

A very piney Christmas to you all.

"Piney," that's you from now on.

- Hey, Carlo, come here.

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