Gotti Page #7

All right, next case.

All right.

Nicki Scibetta's gotta go.

Johnny, I want your crew to whack him.

What do you mean, my crew?

Nick Scibetta's in the construction

business with Sammy there in Brooklyn.

That's Brooklyn business.

That's why it makes more sense

foryou guys to do thejob.

I live in Queens, okay?

You whackyour own people. Forget it.

- What do we got, two families here?

- Frankie, go fuckyourself.

We ain't got no problem here.

Nick's my brother-in-law.

He's my embarrassment.

I'll whack him nice and easy.

We'll have the wake at Tomasulo's,

keep it in the neighborhood.

Good thinking, Sammy.

You stick with your in-laws.

I like that.

I gotta get back on the streets.

That's where all the money is.

Hey, Paul, not for nothin'.

That was a great spread.

The guyjust got outta thejoint,

for Christ's sake.

I mean, he's complicated,

but his motives are good.

Besides, he's a good earner.

Hey,John's aces with me.

He got a kid I know...

out ofa jam with the Zulus

up in Greenhaven.

He didn't have to.

Johnny's problem is that

he's a street Neapolitan, huh?

Always scheming.

Worse than the Sicilians.

Are you remindin' me now

what I owe you, cocksucker?

Have I ever missed settlin' with you?

Come on. I'm like a clock.

Place the f***in' bet.

Forgets who made him a rich f***in' man.

Some f***in' nerve.

John, why do you go nuts

every week tryin' to scrape up money?

What's Richie gonna do

ifyou just say "Go fuckyourself"?

A player loses, he pays.

A bookie loses, he pays.

Give me a break.

- Tell it to the guys who owe us.

- Where's D'Mig?

At the warehouse with Bobby theJew

tryin' to get rid ofthose watches.

By the time the fence takes its cut,

it's small potatoes.

We're breakin' our balls for peanuts.

Not for nothin', but the guys

don't have two nickels to rub together.

What are we doin' here, policy slips?

It's bullshit.

All you's do,

you cry like babies.

All day long,

you bite my ass around the clock.

If I'm not in here havin' my famous

espresso with Tony Ducks by ten...

I'm back by noon

to check the numbers.

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.

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