Gotti

Makes you think.

Makes you think about

the people in your life.

I think of Neil and if he were sittin'

here right now, what he'd say to me.

He'd say,

"John, what's it about?

What's life about...

ifyou don't go through it

as a man's man."

He'd say, "Suck it up.

Take the fall. Do the time.

That's what made you who you are.

That makes you what you are."

How long we been around this thing

ofours, this Cosa Nostra?

1 20 years.

And what's it about?

It's about the rules, parameters.

You take the beatin' for the friend.

You don't run, you don't lay down.

You don't betray who you are,

what you are.

- Self-esteem,John.

- Self-esteem. It's basic.

You pick it up on the street.

You gotta remember Angie here.

I loved this guy.

I loved him.

He was stupid.

He never listened to me.

He always wanted

the goddamn dope money.

He never rolled.

You know that?

He never rolled.

My brother Gene,Joey D'Mig,

they don't roll.

They're doin' a thousand years.

They don't roll. They don't rat.

Why? That's the rule.

You don't break. You don't rat.

Basic rules.

Gives you a little power, right?

Not the kinda power these Feds have.

God forbid we pull their chain

in public, right?

F***in' dress better than them, they

take it personal, like it's a vendetta.

They're supposed to act better

than the rest of us.

Theyjust want me to be somethin'

I wasn't even born to be.

Humble.

They want you to be humble.

So you humble me.

What you got now?

You got a war?

You got a global war?

You got the Chinks, Dominicans,

Asians, Russians, Columbians,Jamaicans.

What are they doin'?

They desecrate the nation.

You got your veritable f***in'

snowstorms ofcocaine and smack...

whatever the hell else

they shove in their veins.

You got a worldwide crime syndicate now.

There's no rules.

There's no parameters.

There's no feelings.

There's no feelings

for this country.

- Anarchy.

- You got anarchy.

So?

Five, ten years from now...

there gonna wish there was

American Cosa Nostra.

Five or ten years from now...

they're gonna missJohn Gotti.

Ang, remember the time we were in Vegas,

we seen that funny guy,Joey Villa?

At the Riviera.

Who was the guy who walked

in the bar that night,Jo-Jo?

That short guy.

This is a funny story. Listen.

Jo-Jo comes into the bar wearin'

a solid gold buckle this big.

It saysJo-Jo on it.

He's got a bracelet on his arm

saysJo-Jo on it.

Got a f***in' necklace saysJo-Jo on it.

He's got solid gold cuff links.

They all sayJo-Jo on 'em.

Little Chink bellhop walks in,

he says...

"Excuse me, Mr.Jo-Jo."

He says, "Shut the f*** up.

I don't want nobody to know I'm here."

True story.

I was there.

All right.

Do what you want with yours.

I'm gettin' down on the Knicks.

John, who owns a bigger piece ofyou,

your bookie oryour tailor?

I'm split right down the middle, baby.

Put out the f***in' cigarette

before you give us all cancer, please.

What cancer? The government

has not proved cigarettes cause cancer.

What f***in' government

is he talkin' about now?

You know the tobacco people

own the Feds.

- F*** them.

- Put out the f***in' cigarette.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah!

What a f***in' ball breaker here.

Gene, you goin' to Mom's later?

It's Friday night.

Me and Pete are both goin'.

Give it up.

Put your share on top of it.

Kick somethin' into that

like you're supposed to.

No, right now.

D'Mig, kick in.

You been robbin' cannolis from us

for 20 f***in' years now.

John, your old man told me

your mother's got a Zulu maid.

F***in' guy.

He never wanted me to marry Vicki.

Best thing that ever

happened to me in my life.

- Never wanted me to marry her.

- Why not?

Vicki's stepfather's Italian,

but her real father was aJew.

- So?

- TheJews whacked outJesus.

- Get the f*** outta here!

- Maybe he had it comin'.

Under the table.

Watch out for that bolt of lightning.

Coveryour head, Angie.

That's funny.

John, it's Neil.

- Hey, Neil.

- Mr. Neil.

How are ya? All right?

- What is it?

- Don Carlo wants to see you.

He wants to see me?

- Right now?

- Right now.

Angie goes with?

Bring him along.

Who woulda thought the King

ofthe Volcano lived in this place?

It's the old-timer's style.

He don't flash nothin'.

- Hey, you stink.

- Angie can't come?

Don Carlo sent foryou, not Angie.

Let him talk.

Don't interrupt.

He's old, but he's still sharp.

And don't dare underestimate him.

- Hey, Neil, how you doin'?

- Hello. Sammy Gravano.

- You knowJohn Gotti?

-Just by reputation.

- Same here. How you doin'?

- You're smilin'.

- You must've heard good things.

- Nothin' but.

- Come by my club. We'll go bouncin.

- Sounds good.

They're expectin' you fellas.

Thanks, Sammy.

Don Carlo, this isJohn Gotti.

How are ya?

Paul Castellano.

How you doin', Paul?

-Joe Armone.

- How are you?

Well, sit down.

I heard good things.

You built Carmine's

Brownsville book up...

a hundred thousand a month.

A hundred thousand.

Never took a dime from the top.

You're a young man

not tempted by foolish money.

You seem to respect my, uh...

my policy on drugs.

You know, the Feds...

they tolerate certain things.

Certain things.

Not drugs.

You make your crew understand.

They deal in drugs, that's all.

They die!

I've done that.

I tell you this 'cause

I see a future foryou.

But fiirst there's something else.

My-My nephew.

He's a saint.

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