Boss of Bosses Page #4

They got the toughest mob

in the world.

And if I mess up, they will crush

me like a cockroach.

As long as I know that,

it keeps me stronger than them.

This ain't the movies, boys.

People die sometimes,

and you won't be part of it.

Wondering who'll nail you,

your best friend or the FBI.

What kind of life is that?

Listen, I've been waiting

to tell you this.

Paul Jr., Joe.

I'm giving you Blue Ribbon Meats.

That's right.

Phillip, I'm setting you up

in Scara-Mix Cement.

All legit.

You'll have part of nothing else,

understood?

You're my sons.

I love youse. Come here.

Thanks, Dad.

How does it feel to be millionaires?

You did it.

You really did it.

I promised before we married.

I promised you on that rooftop,

didn't I?

- Our kids will be clean.

- Thank you, Paulie.

God bless you.

Good night.

Good night.

So who vouched for her?

IKatherine's maid knows her sister,

fresh from Colombia, no ties here.

Make sure she knows

my study's off-limits...

...and to keep scarce

when my guys are around.

This wasn't my idea, Paul.

Nina, you'll relax, go shopping,

visit with Connie.

Thirty years, I never complained.

Nina, go enjoy yourself.

Man, you'd think it was the pope

that was dying, not some old gangster.

Neil Dellacroce, Nino Gaggi,

muscle, loansharking.

Come on, Neil, big smile.

Roy DeMeo and Tommy Agro.

Hijacking, extortion.

DiBernardo, Mr. Pornography.

Piney Armone, Castellano's

construction union.

We got them. They're all home.

- Like sharks in a feeding frenzy.

- Yeah.

Mrs. Castellano.

Hey, Paul, how you doing?

- Oh, Piney. How's it going?

- Nina, I'm glad you're here.

Big Paul! Where's my Big Paulie?

I'm right here, Carlo.

You and me, kid, we're still here.

We're still here.

All my life,

I do any damn thing I want.

It was God who made me strong.

Now the priest wants me

to say I'm sorry.

To who? I ain't sorry.

I loved every minute, every second.

I know God ain't gonna

forgive and forget...

...for a couple of Hail Marys.

I'm scared, Paulie.

Scared? You? No, never.

Maybe there ain't no God.

I hate it, being scared.

Nobody gets out alive, Carlo, right?

Right.

Hey, Paulie.

Remember the Christmas trees?

Yeah, I remember.

You were always the thinker.

You rest, Carlo.

I got you into this thing

of ours, Paulie.

And now I'm gonna make it worse.

I'm naming you...

..."capo di tutti i capi".

What about Neil?

He's street.

You got the brain, the vision.

Neil already knows.

Listen, Paulie. I'm putting a curse

on you, not no blessing.

Now you'll learn...

...what it is...

...to be alone.

Rest, Carlo. Rest.

Congratulations, Paul.

Neil, are you and your crew

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