Sonny Black is one big, fat,
fucking snake in the...
-Grass. Snake in the grass.
-You can't say that now.
Sonny Black is a skipper.
You don't open your mouth about him.
Lefty, this fucking guy Richie calls me up.
He says,
"I'm getting hassled
by a couple of half-assed wise guys."
He's looking for a partner
to give him a little peace of mind.
-He's got this nightclub to run down there.
-A nightclub?
Got a singles bar. It's near the beach.
I got two grenades in my house.
I'd blow up all Mulberry Street
before I'd give you up. You understand?
I don't know what I would do
if you did something wrong.
You understand? I'd die with you.
Come on!
Come on, Four!
Four!
-Shit.
-That was in.
Bullshit. Knocked me so far...
Don't push me!
I'll break your fucking head.
-Shit! He lives!
-What the fuck are you...
Fuck!
Jesus Christ.
Half hour.
-Where is this guy?
-I don't know, Left.
-ls that him?
-Yeah, that's him.
Don, you brought the cavalry.
Richie Gazzo.
-How you doing?
-How you doing?
I'm late!
You guys got a chance
to work on your suntans out here.
Kings Court. Where every man is a king.
Wait until you get a load
of the banquet room. You're gonna plotz.
Ask him why this place
is such a fucking dump.
He wants to know
why it's such a dump, Richie.
I had to shut the doors.
The way these bums had their hands
in my pockets.
You know, $200 for this, $300 for that.
I got a wife who does that,
you know what I mean?
Ask him to leave, Donnie.
-Richie, step outside, take a look at the car.
-Sure. Great.
What kind of a man has a Malvole?
He won't provide for his own wife.
-I'm telling you, this guy's all right.
-You vouch for him?
-When I knew him before, he was all right...
-You vouch for the guy?
I'm just making an introduction. You got
to make the decision about the joint.
This would be something, you know,
if we had my own lounge down here,
me and you.
-You know?
-What about Sonny?
Donnie, don't tell me what to do, Donnie.
I'm asking a question.
Donnie, Sonny's down here for a vacation.
He ain't once gotten out
of that chaise longue.
He lies there like he's in fucking traction.
Yeah, I know, but he did mention
that he might wanna get something going.
Imagine Sonny Black operating down here.
The way he is?
Come on. Sonny Black belongs in Brooklyn.
I guess if everything worked out
we could send a few fazools up there, no?
Thirty years I'm busting my hump.
What do I got?
Even a dog
gets a warm piece of the sidewalk.
I ought to show something for what I did.
-You know what I mean?
-Definitely.
This ain't New York down here.
New York with the politics,
all the old beefs and the grudges.
Down here, a guy like me could sit down
with the boss.
You know what I'm saying?
Get out from under, be a free agent again.
I'm telling you, Donnie, nothing but right.
Lefty wants to ask Santo Trafficante
for permission to operate down here.
-You got to give me a boat.
-We can't afford that kind of money.
-What kind of a boat?
-I don't know. Like a 70-footer.
-I want to take him out for the day.
-You're talking $6,000 a day here, Joe.
Santo Trafficante is the boss of Florida.
-He sits on the Commission. Did you know?
-I knew that.
-A 70-foot boat?
-It's up to 80, actually.
We just picked up Lefty on a wiretap
talking to one of Trafficante's guys.
A few things to go over
to make a loan-sharking indictment.
This is important!
Ninety, actually.
I did what you asked.
I came here and vouched for this guy.
So what, I'm gonna take Santo Trafficante
out in a rubber ducky or what?
We're gonna have to
wash your mouth out, bud.
Does Sally Paintglass report to Nicky
or Nicky Cigars?
-Nicky Glasses.
-Nicky Glasses?
As I was saying,
we've got to fold Sonny into the RlCO...
-I need a boat for this fucking sit-down!
-I'm a Mormon, mister. Now clean it up.
Joe, I think you got a malfunction
on your tape recorder.
Get me a fucking boat, would you? What?