Gotti Page #5
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- Year:
- 1996
- 116 min
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- Like secret sh*t.
Like how many times a night
I whack off?
I said, like secret sh*t.
You and me, we change each other's
diapers, for Christ's sake.
What f***in' secrets I keep from you?
Where'd you get the prosciutto?
I know people.
We got a problem
with the Zulu chief.
He's threatin' to put a hit
on this kid Joey Perillo...
for stealin' six ounces
of nose candy from him.
- Yeah? Who is he?
- He's the kid at the end.
The skinny kid.
Who's the kid with?
Nobody. He's a street thief.
Then f*** him.
He's got nothin' to do with us.
But the kid says he knows Sammy Gravano.
He says him and Sammy go way back...
and there's no time
to check this out with Sammy.
- Do you believe him?
- Yeah, for sure he knows Sammy.
Better I stand up for Sammy in here than
fiind out I should've when I get out.
Hey, what's this motherf***er want?
How ya doin', chief?
How about you and me,
we go for a walk and talk, huh?
What do you say?
I say a dago ain't a pimple
on a n*gger's ass.
I sure as hell hope not.
What do you want me to do?
I'm alone here, see? I'm clean.
Step into my offiice here.
This is business.
Business, huh?
You know you're one
crazy motherfuckin' wop, right?
Let's walk.
-I hearyou're missin' 6 ounces ofcoke.
-You heard right.
And that Guinea Perillo,
he's gonna get a shiv stuck in his ass.
You know, I say hard time
is for hard-ons.
What are we tryin' to do here?
We're tryin' to do some easy time.
You start that sh*t, it's a lockdown.
Then what you got?
No booze, no broads,
no phones, no visitors.
You ain't even gonna get TV rights.
Come on.
You and me, we cool that, huh?
Yeah, well, I'm listening.
That 6 ounces ofcoke you lost,
You're gonna get 1 8 grand cash
and a van full of Lucky's.
Your whole side ofthe yard here
can all be stokin' and smokin'...
your f***in' brains out for a month
as far as I'm concerned.
From here on out,
anyone here in my court...
fucks with your action,
you just come to me.
- And who the f*** are you?
-John Gotti.
- So when do I get my drop?
- With your mornin' paper.
Count up in two wing.
Come on!
Let's have a little respect here!
Respect age, will ya?
Look at you!
College looks good on you.
Wait here.
Thankyou, Willy.
- You okay?
- I got Neil here.
We're back!
What is it?
Don Carlo's dead.
Heart attack an hour ago.
Let him rest.
He made Big Paul the new boss
on his deathbed.
What?
No f***in' way
Carlo passed you up.
For what?
That piece ofshit?
He don't understand the street. He wants
to be some butter-ass businessman.
That's not Cosa Nostra.
Maybe a street guy
is not what is needed.
Maybe times are changin'.
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