right.
-You don't want to listen.
-I don't think that's funny.
-A son should respect his father, capisce?
-Answer me. You think that's funny?
Shit, the bulb is out. Watch your step, guys.
Big fucking surprise from a fucking spider.
Yeah, nothing like the surprise
Sonny Black is gonna get.
-You can say that again.
-Put one right here.
He'll never know what hit him.
-Goddamn right.
-He's never gonna know what hit him.
-I'll blow his brains right there.
-Jesus! No!
Bruno!
Okay, come on! Get him off!
-Sonny!
-Get him off of me!
Take my arm. Take my hand.
Jesus Christ.
Paulie, go get Donnie.
What's going on?
-ls everything all right?
-What?
Is everything all right?
Get out.
Get down there.
The meek want to inherit the earth,
they're gonna have to get in fucking line.
Look what I found.
Them or us.
Nicky, you got Big Trin.
-Trin? I'll get a hernia.
-Shut the fuck up.
Donnie's gonna help you.
Come on, Donnie.
Help me fillet this fat fuck.
All right, all right. Come on.
We got work to do.
There was a rat in Florida, Donnie.
Nicky wasn't a rat.
You don't mention his name, all right?
That's what we said.
We don't mention his name.
Yeah. Tell yourself
whatever you have to, Left.
I'm not telling myself.
-You was down there. You have eyes.
-Twenty years you know a guy.
You fuck him, whack him out,
just like that? Over a lounge?
-That's beautiful.
-The man held out.
He held out on a coke deal.
What does one thing
got to do with the other?
He could have got whacked out just for that,
for your information.
-There wasn't a rat in Florida.
-There was a rat.
There was not a rat in Florida.
Richie fucked up paying off the cops.
What do you mean Richie fucked up?
That's why the club got busted.
Richie didn't pay off the fucking cops.
Nicky didn't have anything to do with it.
You don't mention his name.
That's the rules.
-Fuck the rules.
-That's the rules, Donnie.
Say his name.
-Come on.
-Say his name.
Come on. Nicky.
Say Nicky.
You can't say his name
because you know that I'm fucking right.
Say it! Say Nicky!
Say his fucking name!
Nicky was a rat because
Sonny Black says he was a rat.
Who the fuck am l?
Who am l?
I'm a spoke on a wheel.
And so was he, and so are you.
Quit riding the fucking brake.
You the boss. You the boss, Boss.
-He looks good, huh?
-Sonny Black.
Congratulations, Sonny!
Boss!
-Sonny. Congratulations, Sonny.
-Congratulations.
-Oh, God!
-No, everything's okay, Maggie.
Yeah? If everything's okay,
what are you doing here?
Mind if we come inside, Mrs. Pistone?
I'm not sure. That depends.
At that point, he became hysterical.
As if the Bureau were responsible
for this audit.
-Whereas, well, self-evidently...
-Did you ever think of giving him a raise?
The only way to give him a raise
would be to upgrade him.
Yeah.
GS-14 is a supervisor, Maggie.
So he's a supervisor.
But he's undercover.
He's not supervising anyone.
The point is,
that's the last time we heard from him.
Standard procedure is that
he is to check in with us every day.
Maybe he might miss a day or two
here and there, but...
-lt was three weeks ago.
-I want you to tell me
where my husband is.
I demand that
you tell me where my husband is!
-We can't tell you because we don't know.
-lf he gets in touch with you,
you have got to try to talk sense into him.
Mrs. Pistone, please help us here.
-You want me to help you out?
-Yes.
You want me to help out the FBl
that used my husband and sucked him dry,
so that a bunch of supervisors
could become SACs
and prosecutors could become judges
and assholes like you
could get promoted to GS-16?
Maggie, come on. You don't mean that.
Let me tell you something.
I hope he crossed over.
Mrs. Pistone, there is a war going on
in the Mafia family where Joe is undercover.
Three leaders of a rival faction
have been murdered.
He's right in the line of fire.
Not because he's one of us,
because he's one of them.
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