Gotti Page #4

But I'm the one that goes down to

Mulberry to check it out with Mr. Neil.

I'm the one that goes to Staten Island

to pay respect to that lay-down Paul.

I gotta drink bitter coffee

'cause his spic maid...

cannot even run

a f***in' espresso machine.

I gotta sit with that zombie Bilotti.

Doberman my ass!

I gotta go out to the island now

to talk to Bobby about stolen watches?

Are you f***in' kiddin' me?

I coulda been a meter maid.

I coulda worked for UP-f***in'-S

and made more f***in' money!

Where the fuckyou come cryin'

to me about empty pockets?

Why don't you just say what you want.

What do you want?

You want a piece of Di B's porn?

A piece ofSammy's construction?

What do you want,

demolitions, cement or garbage?

You want trucks, meat, fiish, garment?

So the f*** do I!

Anybody got any ideas?

- I got one or two.

- Yeah?

- Here's the money!

- What the f***?

Johnny! Come on!

Don't think for one minute you're not

diggin' into Angie's drug operation.

You and Angie and D'Mig

and your brother Sally are dealin'.

Don't ever f***in' think

I don't know that.

And I hearyou with that

in thejoint, Quack-Quack.

What's the matter now?

You got nothin' to say?

You got it wrong. Nobody's dealin'.

We're movin' a few things for Sally.

You movin' furniture

for fiive dollars an hour?

Fuckyou.

Let me tell you somethin'.

This Sicilian motherf***er

fiinds out you're dealin' heroin...

I can't save your ass,

and I'm the fiirst to get hit.

You know why? I don't let

anyone whack out my crew.

Now, is that what you want?

Good.

What do you say the three of us

go down to Umberto's...

we get some scungillis,

we relax.

I'm relaxed.

I'm plenty relaxed.

I'm goin' down to Regine's,

have a drink with Di B.

I smell like a f***in' animal now.

Hey, to each his own.

There's big bucks in it.

That's for sure.

Hey, f*** this sh*t.

They lockyou up forever.

Money ain't a good enough reason

to do a hundred years.

You like thisjoint, huh?

It's classy.

Classy?

You got any idea how much money

this place must gross in a month?

F***in' Sammy.

He's all business, you know

what I mean? But he's right.

I wouldn't mind

a piece ofthis place myself.

Let me askyou something,John.

How come you don't have a piece

ofanything legitimate?

Di B and me, we're in drywall,

construction, demolition, night clubs.

Legitimate, huh?

You know what I think is bullshit?

You should become CPAs.

I'm serious.

Certifiied Public A**holes.

This way you could have

your legitimate businesses...

and your books

and your workman's comp...

and your Blue Cross

and your Blue Shield.

And on top ofthat,

you go pay your taxes, all right?

You think I got a button to become

some kind ofstraight-up businessman?

- Get the f*** outta here.

- You know what I think?

Under these $2,000 suits,

you're really an old-timer.

Yeah, man.

Gotta remember where we come from.

Amen.

Your boss is so busy

bein' a businessman...

I can't even get the right backing

when I need it.

What's that about?

Notjust our boss.

Don't get me wrong.

I know.

Yeah, he's my boss.

He's my boss.

Offthe record, I'd been happy

to see Neil get it.

Offthe record,

I don't think anybody woulda cried...

if Mr. Neil got it.

But, you know, it's Cosa Nostra.

We got the boss we got.

Here's to changin' the subject.

To the boss!

- I gotta get goin'.

- Where you goin'?

- Business or pleasure?

- What the f***'s the difference?

- There he goes.

- Take care.

- Come here, you.

- I'll call you tomorrow.

A million a month gross, minimum.

I could be off by 50%%.

F***in' Sammy.

You know that contract

we got in Queens?

We're the low bidders, but it turns out

it's like one ofthose "modifiied" bids.

It's always modifiied...

modifiied to the point

where we can't make any money.

Nicki, come here.

Take down that piece ofdrywall

up there, the one on the top.

For what?

For what?

'Cause maybe you ain't buyin'

the kinda quality that you should.

You don't trust nobody, man.

- What?

- Oh, f***.

What are you doing?

Are you f***in' nuts?

When I fiirst picked up this piece

ofshit, I knew it was a mistake.

- We're family.

- Son ofa b*tch.

I'm Deborah's brother,

for God's sake!

Shut the f*** up, Nicki!

Don't kill me, please!

What did I do?

You know somethin'?

You are some whiner.

Oh, God!

-Jesus,John. I'm so sorry.

- Hey, Sammy. How are ya?

Who done this?

Leave it alone.

It was an accident.

Just had an accident, that's all.

This isn't the time or the place

for all this.

This isJohn's friends and family.

Just stay here.

Thanks for comin', man.

Who did this,Joe?

The guy that lives next door.

His name is Favara.

My God, I am heartily sorry...

for having offended Thee.

And I detest all past sins...

for Thyjust punishment.

But most ofall

I have offended Thee.

Oh, God...

you're deserving ofall my love.

I from here resolve

to the top ofThy grace...

to sin no more.

Is this gonna take long?

It's 20,000 bucks I'm pickin' up.

We can afford a few minutes.

I'll be right back.

Somebody's gotta move this thing

or they're not gonna have headlights!

I'll be out in a minute.

I'll move the car in a minute.

Hey, big shot, is this yours?

Is that yours?

Relax. I'll be out in a minute.

Is that yours?

I'll call you back in a few minutes.

I'm sorry. What'd you say?

Is that yours?

- Is what mine?

- The Lincoln.

What Lincoln?

- Let him go!

- Calm down, man!

Let go!John, a cop!

Get the f*** outta here!

Mr. Cutler,

what's the real story here?

There is no real story. My client

was tryin' to break up a fiight.

What does this have to do

with loan-sharking?

- Did he owe you money?

- Don't be ridiculous.

Mr. Gotti sells plumbing supplies.

That's all.

Leave the man alone!

Leave the man alone!

What was your reaction

to these accusations?

Take that.

Do you always hand out fiifties

to street people?

Is that a fiifty?

Take a hundred.

Give me back the fiifty.

It's tough on the streets.

Everybody's gotta score once in a while.

-That's why your neighborhood loves you.

-Could be.

How does it feel getting

a hundred dollars fromJohn Gotti?

My guess is that once this Piecyk

fiinds out who you are...

he'll withdraw.

But there's a bigger problem

comin' up.

Not with you.

With your people.

What do you mean, my people?

Angelo Ruggeirio,

your brother Gene, D'Mig...

on a heroin conspiracy--

indictment's comin' down this afternoon.

- Are you f***in' kiddin' me?

- I'm not kiddin' you.

And the really bad news is Angie's house

has been bugged for months.

Jesus Christ.

That stupid, greedy,

motherfuckin' moron!

Goddamn him!

Goddamn him!

Paul is gonna whack

the three ofthem.

Yeah. And me too.

I got Moe, I got Larry,

and I got Curly.

The bail I raised foryou three,

I'll be broke here a f***in' year!

How many times

we gotta go through this?

We're in the street, scratchin'

and scrapin', so we took a taste.

We'rejust tryin' to survive.

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