Gotti Page #6

Bullshit! Come on!

The soldiers don't even want him.

Ask anyone here.

They starve under the guy.

The f***in' guy...

he squeezes a f***in' quarter

till the eagle screams.

Don Carlo was the boss.

He picked his brother-in-law.

Now, Paul is the boss.

That is it.

Neil, you devoted

your life to this thing.

You never back-doored nobody,

never took a dime wasn't yours!

You want me to blow the f***in' borgata

right now? Here, I'll do it right now!

The king is dead.

Long live his brother-in-law.

Johnny Boy doesn't seem to think so.

How many captains would behave

like that with Neil Dellacroce?

You know, I think we got a little crack

developing in the Gambino family.

- Maybe more than meets the eye.

- Like what?

Gotti's heritage is Neapolitan.

Castellano is Sicilian,

like Don Carlo.

The rivalry's subtle,

but it's there.

"Never fear Rome.

The serpent lies coiled in Naples."

First off, I want everybody to know

Tommy Bilotti continues as a captain.

But he's also gonna be

my personal Doberman, right, Tommy?

Always, Paul. Always.

And Frankie De Cicco

is our new consigliere.

Armone, he wants

to get out of harness.

I've done my stint for 44 years.

I bought a little

hole-in-the-wall cafe in Astoria.

I could walk to work every morning

and get away from my wife.

Anyone ever wants to consult,

come right over. Coffee's on me.

Everyone at this table

should be proud to be sitting here...

in front ofa man's man.

All right, fiinally.

I think everybody here knows

I'm keeping Neil on as my underboss.

- It gives us some continuity.

- Grazie, Paul.

You know, I don't think

the Queens boys know Di B.

This isJohn Gotti,

Robert Di Bernardo, known as Di B.

- I love your handkerchief.

- I was gonna say the same thing.

That is Angelo Ruggeirio.

You know my tailor?

Di B runs all the porno in Brooklyn.

You don't have to say anything about

John. His reputation precedes him.

All right, all right.

What's on the table?

I have Genovese people hijackin' three

loads outta Kennedy the last two months.

Colombos took offa couple too.

If I gotta rip somebody's

f***in' eyes out here to--

Wait a minute.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Nobody's eyes

are gonna get ripped out.

- I'm ready to whack the motherfuckers!

- Nobody is gonna get whacked!

Not unless the boss

ofthis family approves.

Understood?

You've been away for a while.

Maybe you don't know

that we got...

a lot ofjoint ventures

with the Genoveses and Colombos.

The future ofthis family

doesn't depend on...

a couple of loads

from Kennedy anymore.

We're like United Nations now,

is that right?

Neil, you, me and Franike,

we'll work this Kennedy thing out later.

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