Gotti

Let me tell you something?

New York is the greatest fucking city in the world. My city.

I was a kid in these streets,

I started in a fucking gutter and made it to the top.

This life ends one of two ways

dead or in jail. I did both.

I made my bones doing a piece of work for Don Carlo Gambino.

I don't need to tell you what happened. You know.

But the Commission is moving.

The families will not allow this type of crime to go unchecked.

I mean Carlo, he paid the kidnappers

he complied with every demand. And how did they respond?

By leaving the kid in a fucking dumpster.

Now, each of the families is organizing a team

to head the hunt for the kidnappers.

But as far as I'm concerned, this is the Gambino matter.

And we will not fucking stand down, this is our responsibility.

So John, I want you to head the Gambino team.

We are not only doing this for Carlo, we're doing this for the whole family.

I understand.

I want you to take care of this for me.

It would be an honor.

Consider it done.

Oh Jesus Christ. Look at these fucking bums.

- Missy, hit me again, will ya? - Whiskey nib, coming right up.

James McBratney? You're under arrest.

I guess somebody better call the cops now huh?

Let's go.

Come on, don't fuck up! Hey!

Down, not a word.

After I had a successful hit on my belt

Carlo Gambino opened up the books for the first time since 1957.

And like that I became the made man.

Can you believe the way they bring me in here?

Like I'm Hannibal the fucking cannibal or something.

I got the trifecta. I got jaw, neck and throat.

They took my tit and put it on my face. I do one-armed push-ups.

Cause the took the whole chest muscle out.

Fucking butchers.

My body betray me John, but not my mind.

And not my heart. That will never happen.

I'm still here, John. I'm still motherfucking these guys at every turn.

So,

what's up?

You ordered me a visit. I thought at least I would make me get a phone call,

but the judge insisted I get the visit.

John, they didn't do it inside the kindness of the heart.

So, I'm gonna ask you again. What's up?

I am thinking about taking a plea.

A plea?

And are their expectations of you and this plea?

- Five and a half to seven years. - Five and a half or seven, which is it?

Look, I don't want you should stay in prison one motherfucking more day.

I'd rather have this cancer that you'd have a cold.

But I'm telling you if I robbed a church,

and I had the stipple sticking

out of my ass, I would deny it.

I know, daddy.

OK, so I'm telling you as a father, not as a boss, but as a father

if you say you're innocent, I believe you.

So why would you stand up in front of these motherfuckers

and say that you guilty. Why would you do that?

Because if I take this plea, it's over.

They are not gonna keep coming after me, or more charges.

- I'll get closure. - Closure?

Let me make sure, I heard that straight? Closure?

What kind of a milli-mouthed word is that?

This is a word for

over educated, under intelligent motherfuckers.

This is not a word that's in my vocabulary.

My boys are still young kids, dad.

If I take this plea, I'm back with them before they are teenagers.

If I lose at trial, I'm doing 20 years.

Like they never had a father.

She's a nice woman.

She's a nice woman now, cause she's dying in cancer.

Two weeks ago, everybody hated her.

Now she is Miss Popularity. I'm just saying.

- When is Halloween? - Next week.

Next week, this week, what do I know?

Everyday is Halloween in this place. What are you going to be?

Officer Mike down the block is gonna lend me his police dress. I'm going as a cop.

What's the matter with you?

- What me? - What are doing with my son?

Oh now, it's your son alone. Cause of you, I'm a lonely.

Let me tell you something.

No kid of mine is going to be a cop for Halloween,

and that's it. That's not gonna happen.

He's just a kid, today he wants to be a cop, tomorrow an astronaut.

If I ever hear that you let my son or any of my kids,

and you for that matter, talk to that cop or any cop, I'll kill you.

- Relax. He's just being nice to your son. - Don't make me repeat myself Victoria.

And you, you don't dress like a cop. You don't act like a cop.

You don't talk like a cop, you understand me?

- What's the matter with you? - Me? What's the matter with you?

Don't star Victoria OK? I'm not in the mood.

Don't talk to me like that.

You think you're such a tough guy. Do you know, what you're doing to this family?

You are gonna kill me? I'd like to see you try.

Don't get smart with me. Now... look, what you wanna be?

Would you ask him, what he wants to be instead? What do you wanna be?

A baseball player?

No, no, you don't wanna be a baseball payer.

Why don't you be Casper the ghost? You put a sheet over.

"Casper is for five years old."

What was you? Who was you last year? You were a

princess last year. Right? And what was you... You was...

Time is out, Gotti.

Ah! Gotta go.

- I love you. - Love you too!

After being IDed by the barman, they sent me to Green Haven Penitentiary

where I served 2 years of the 4 years sentence.

With the guards on my back pocket,

I was able to get medical payroll to see the family dentist.

Not a cavity inside, Mr. Gotti. We'll see you next time.

And while I was at it, I was able to clean up some unfinished McBratney business.

Remember what I used to tell you as guys

it was me, Angelo and Frankie.

We said we was going out of town, and we'd have a construction job

we was gonna build this big wall, that was gonna take 2 years.

Do you remember?

John, I want what's best for you and your family.

Then the idea, just one day you'll be in a prison, made me sick.

But I don't know what makes me sicker, you being in prison

or you bowing to these pieces of shit.

What bowing?

There is no bowing. It's a compromise.

They get their pint of flush, I get my peace of mind.

The peace of mind that one day,

I'll be there for my family when I need it. That's what this is.

How can you be so naive? Once they get

you laid, you will never be free again. Do you understand?

They say you win this time, but next time, they'll

- make sure that you don't. - There won't be a next time.

I have always felt in my heart that the day would come

when my family and I get separated by prison.

I am just thankful that it isn't for life. And this plea will ensure that.

I had high hopes for Johnny boy. Me, I was born with 4 fucking sis to my name.

Now I got a kid, going to the New York military academy.

Johnny boy. Come on. Let's go, we ain't got all day.

What's the matter? You guys look like your

brother's going to electric chair. Cheer up.

Why don't you go get some ice cream? Pizzas!

- I don't like ice cream. - You love fuzz sticks, get that.

I do not like pizza either.

How about the movies, what's that movie you like

so much? About spaghetti, meatballs or something.

Go see that.

Come on, we ain't got whole day.

Alright, guys, come here.

Alright, you guys better not get into any trouble while I'm gone.

Look out for your brother, alright?

Alright, enough, enough! Let's go.

- Let's go! Let's go! - Ma! Ma! I gotta go!

Hey

Please I gotta go.

I made you a Tunasandwich, for the road.

You know what? You're gonna see him this weekend.

At my house, more often or not, was Angelo Ruggiero.

My best friend since we was kids.

Hey, Ang.

Hey. He up yet? You talk to him, I have tried.

Hey, uncle Ang.

Hey! Whoa! You know what's good for you?

You don't let your dad see the cop car.

Come on, you fucking prick.

Look at this. Come on.

Oh, motherfucker!

You know what fucking time it is?

Did you see that? Did you see that?

I got 6 tons of Buffalo, they killing us. 10 to nothing.

I put 6 dimes on the winger, they killing us.

I put 6 dimes on the Chicago, they are losing.

And now I put 3 dimes on Kansas city, they are

winning. But they'll fucking blow it, motherfucker!

Maybe you should hang yourself, leave all your troubles behind.

Smart ass. Listen, you wouldn't believe how much I lost last week.

- I don't wanna believe. Don't wanna know. - Just once...

I would give my fucking life, just to have The Redskins win once.

I got a Redskin named Willi boy in the car.

I gotta clean up. Motherfuckers!

- Uncle Angelo, look. - What do you got there Frankie?

Oh! No you didn't? You straight A's?

You straight A's? I never seen anything like this.

Hey Frankie boy, did you show Uncle Angelo your report card?

Can you believe that? My son is a goddamn genius.

My Frank is gonna be a rocket scientist. What do you think about that Ang?

Let's go. I won't be home for dinner.

What are you talking about? It is Sunday night...

What? I gotta repeat myself? I'm not coming home for dinner.

- Johnny it's family night? - I'll make it up to this.

Manhattan's Garment District has long been the central to the

Mafia portfolio of lucrative rackets,

and a hugely profitable adjunct to the mob's historic stranglehold

on trucking and laboring unions.

Authorities believe that, this man, John Gotti, a feared captain

in the Gambino family is the mobster primarily in control of the

extortion, corruption and robbery

with in the multi-million dollar New York fashion industry.

Gotti, is perceived as the up incomer in the