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Life is timing. And timing is life.

In a millisecond, things can change in your life forever...

or in a millisecond, it can end your life.

I was born and raised by Sicilians fresh off the boat,

so I've been programmed to think only one way.

And the way that I think is...

family is the most important thing in a man's life.

Don't matter how many cars,

how much cash and how powerful he is,

if he don't got no family...

he's nothing.

So I'm gonna tell you a story.

No matter how crazy it sounds, how bizarre, it's true.

So you judge for yourself.

I swore to God that I would never tell anybody.

Because I don't want nobody to think I'm crazy.

-Tony. -What?

Tony, just shut up. Don't try to sing.

You can't sing, all right? Just shut up.

You can sing?

What?

-What time is it? -It's 10:06.

Where are you going?

Where do I go for 18 fucking years?

I'm going to the cabin. The guys are picking me up.

They should be here any minute now.

I totally forgot.

Baby, you sure you wanna go again this year?

We've been doing this since we were kids, that cabin.

It's the only thing that keeps me sane.

Gonna play a little cards, gonna drink a little Scotch.

You always come home feeling like crap.

You gotta feel like crap to feel good, honey.

And you always come home a lot dumber, too.

Thank you for that.

Baby, don't you wanna take me and Anna?

I give you my word of honor. Next time I'll take you.

Just brush up a little bit on your poker,

okay?

Been a long time since we've been romantic.

Please.

And don't talk to me about poker.

-I could kick your ass. Yeah. -You can kick my ass?

-Okay, so next time. -All those guys, too.

Go to bed. Get some rest.

I wish I could be sleeping right now.

Okay.

Oh! I made you some food,

all the tagliatini and lasagna and all the braciole you love.

-It's in the kitchen, okay? -When did you do that?

Last night.

So you eat my food, okay?

Not the crap that those guys bring.

Carmelina, I won't eat your food.

Look how fat you think I am.

You keep buying me these fucking elephant things here.

Anyways, go to sleep.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Carmelina, you picked my clothes?

Yeah. If I don't pick your clothes,

you're gonna go to the cabin in your fucking pajamas.

Nice.

Daddy, I wanted to ask you something.

I'm gonna be back in two days. Go back to sleep.

-Everything will be good. Okay? -Okay.

-Get along with Mommy, okay? -Okay.

-You got me? -Yeah. Love you, Dad.

Love you too, honey.

You guys out of your fucking mind? Seriously.

Shut the fuck up. It's 6 o'clock.

You guys come with the music that fucking loud?

You even woke up the portacini for fucking sakes.

What are you thinking? Who did this? Who did this?

Did you do this?

You come to my house

with the music full fucking blast?

-What are you fucking stupid? -Santo, that was--

You fell off a high chair when you were three years old

and bang your fucking head? Go get the food.

Go get the food. Go get the food.

Pop the trunk.

fucking guys.

Are you fucked?

Seriously, are you fucked in the head?

We're going for two days.

-You got enough fucking food-- -Santo, it's fresh fruits.

-Anything else, Santo? -Yeah. Get in the fucking trunk.

Get in the trunk.

Santo, what are you talking about?

Did you hear me? Get in the trunk now.

Santo, I don't wanna--

You got two ways. You got two ways.

You either get in the trunk

and you arrive alive at the cabin

or I shoot you in the head and you arrive dead.

so what you gonna do? Get in the trunk.

-Please don't make me get in. -Get in the trunk.

I'm not gonna ask you again. I'm not gonna ask you again.

Fuck.

Okay. I'm fucking with you. Close the fucking trunk.

Get in the fucking car, you cocksuckers.

Hey, you mamaluke, you fucking weirdo.

Get in.

-Who set this up? -I did, Jimmy.

It's all the stuff you like.

-The prosciutto, the melon and-- -Where's the fucking wine?

I don't wanna bust your balls, boss, but...

it's 7:30 in the morning. I didn't think...

The fucking French drink champagne

in the morning with orange juice.

They call it a fucking mimosa. I want grape juice with alcohol.

-Do you understand me? Okay? -Yeah.

Go get the fucking bottle. Go get it. What are you doing?

-Your shoes. -Put 'em down! What the fuck?

-Do I lift up my leg? -I'll get the wine.

-Bring the fuck bottle! -I'll be right-- Okay, Jimmy.

I'll be right back, Jimmy.

I should get a fucking government subsidy

to have all these fucking pricks heads working for me.

These fucking retard pricks.

Come here! Help me put these fucking shoes on!

Pieces of shit!

Where the fuck is the wine? Go!

Okay, okay. I'll do the shoes first, Jimmy.

-You'll do the shoes. -No, I'll get the wine.

Just slip them in there, Jimmy. Like that, yeah.

How did I land in this kind of thing?

-I'll be right back, Jimmy. -Stay here!

Okay. Sorry, Jimmy.

-Hold my hand! fucking idiot. -Which one? Just like that?

Get the fuck out of here, bring that wine

before I break your fucking head!

fucking wine. Glass of fucking-- What?

Seven letters, rectal part.

-Rectal part. -Yeah.

Look in the fucking mirror,

and you'll see the rectal part on your face!

That's a rectal part.

Put your name in it, it'll work.

Now!

Come on. Split it up.

Braciole.

And my Carmelina cooks.

I got fruit.

Take your fruit and kiss my fat braciole, all right?

Can I ask you a question? Did we come here to play house?

-I wanna play cards. -We got to eat something.

I'm not gonna eat. I came here to play cards.

-You come to play cards? -I got my fucking money out.

Two days. Two days to play cards.

I wanna play cards now.

We're all set up. Let's play cards.

-Did you fix the deck? -Yeah.

So this is what we're gonna do.

Everybody throw in 100 dollars. Everybody put in 100 dollars.

Dealer puts in two. We all put in one.

You understand? No fucking around.

Anybody cheats, they die.

You understand what I'm saying to you?

-I'm looking at you. -Yeah.

Okay. Give me the cards.

-Can you open? -I can't open.

What are you reading, a note? Can you open? Yes, or no?

-I'm out. -So put the fucking...

Don't put it where the money is, you cocksucker.

-What about you? -Three.

Three hundred. Okay. I call your three.

Let's make an even $500 plus two.

-I'm out. -How many cards you want?

None.

I'll take one.

It's your call, Vinny. You opened this.

What's your bet?

Ten.

Come on. Show me your openers.

Tens and kings.

Here, so you know I'm not bullshitting.

Queens and jacks. Son of a bitch.

-It's your money. -I'm glad I fucking dumped out.

I didn't call you. I told you to show me your openers.

That's the rules, right? Your fucking deal.

Everybody put $100. You got to put $200 in.

You just said $100.

We put a $100! You're fucking dealing!

Hey, if you're gonna get mad when you lose,

it's not gonna be any fun.

How's my goddaughter doing?

She's doing good.

Actually, I got to tell you something cute.

So she...she works for us every summer, right?

This is probably gonna be her last year

because she's graduating, right?

So she says to me, "Dad, I want a more important job.

My last name is Trafficante.

Give me something important to do."

I go, "You know what I'm gonna make you?

Vice president of telecommunications."

She goes, "Wow, that's great. What do I do?"

I go. "Pick up the fucking phone."

So this guy-- I gotta tell a story.

So this guy goes to a nightclub,

and he meets this chick. They hit it off.

So they go back to a hotel,

and they fuck and 69 all night,

all night, fuck, 69.

Then he remembers that in the morning

he's got to see a dentist

who's his brother-in-law.

His wife's brother is the dentist.

So he's paranoid.

fucking gargles, mouthwash, gargles, mouthwash.

Gets in the chair at 7:30 in the morning.

Brother-in-law comes in.

He said good morning, small talk.

He opens his mouth

to fucking put the utensils in there,

and his brother-in-law goes, "Did you 69 last night?"

"Jesus Christ. How would you know?

You can smell it on my breath?" He goes, "No."

"So how the fuck do you know?"

He goes, "Your forehead smells like shit."

That joke stinks.

You're fucking retarded.

All right. Give it up for spitfire!

Okay, welcome down to

the Black Bikini Gentlemen's Club here.

We have the most beautiful women in the world

from all over the world, from Brooklyn, from Queens,

from Manhattan, from New Jersey.

Welcome to the stage our feature act.

Give it up for Cassandra.

Listen, buddy.

Why don't you keep the thermostat down

to 32 fucking Fahrenheit, okay?

I'm opening.

And I'm not a big shooter like this fuck.

I order $100.

I'm out.

Are you in or not?

You want us to email you to see or have somebody call us?

You're either in or not.

I'm out.

You know, it's a lot of fun playing with you.

Okay.

No, we got to--fuck, what are you doing, man?

You're fucking drunk, dude. It's too late.

-Look at him. -We got to take our cards.

We need to take a card, dude. You're all excited.

-Who's in? -I'm in.

-I'm in. -Here. Let's show our cards.

Let's fucking-- I don't know what the fuck you're doing.

Show your cards. I got two pair.

I got aces and tens. What do you have?

-He has a pair of queens. -You're finished.

You're done. You lost. fuck off.

Don't you know how to fucking play?

Jesus! fuck!

Fuckers. I hate gangsters.

The first guy I ever pulled in, December 3, 1976.

He tells me, "The only difference

between us and the FBI is youse guys got a badge."

Fuckers.

You know, I don't mind the drugs.

I don't mind the prostitution.

I don't even mind a little theft.

What pisses me off, they don't pay taxes.

Fuckers.

What's going on in there?

Let's go knock on the door and find out.

-You want to? -It's an approach.

Fuckers.

I got a joke.

Please, I don't wanna commit suicide.

You're the Dr. Kevorkian of joke tellers.

-But it's a funny joke. -Tell the fucking joke.

So this journalist from the New York Times,

he's doing a story on Bellevue.

So they're given him a tour of the nut house.

He's going down the hallway,

he looks in the window of this cell

and he sees this guy, right?

He's got his baseball bat. He goes...

The journalist says to the doctor,

He says, "What's wrong with that guy?"

He says, "He thinks if he hits

a 100 home runs, we'll let him out."

And he goes, "Okay."

So he walks a little further down the hallway,

looks in another window of another cell

and sees this guy with a hockey stick going...

And he turns to the doctor and says,

"What's wrong with that guy?"

He says, "He thinks if he hits 100 goalies-- hits a 100 goals--

-If he gets 100. -If he gets 100 goals--

Fucking really know your sports.

So now, he goes to the next cell.

He looks in the window.

He sees this guy.

And he's got this can of walnuts,

and he's banging it on his cock.

He's going...

And he says, "What the fuck is wrong with that guy?"

"He's fucking nuts."

Come on.

You know, can you play? Because you can't tell a joke.

No, because it's a can of walnuts.

Okay, fuck off! Do we look like we're blonde?

-Go ahead. -I'm out.

-I got a joke. Can I tell one? -Just-- you in or out?

Let me guess. Let me put my surprise face on.

Are you in our out?

-I'm out. -There's a shocker.

Tell your joke.

Do you know why I was called Tony?

No.

I got an uncle. His name was Tony.

But he had no shins so they called him "toe-ny".

And you say I can't tell a joke?

That's talent.

-My joke-- -The guy is talented.

What do you mean your joke--?

I had a funny joke.

Fuck. Getting fucking old.

Gonna open?

Yeah, I'm gonna open.

You know what else I'm gonna open?

I'm gonna open your fucking heart.

Don't you ever, ever...

look at a card at the bottom of the deck!

-I'm sorry, Vince. -Are we clear?

Yeah, yeah, we're clear.

-Are we clear? -Yeah, we're clear.

Sorry.

You're fucking disgusting.

You wanna cheat against the guys you grew up with?

I'm out.

You make me sick.

You too, sweetheart, you're the best.

I think you're the most--

Is this a reception area?

-It's a fucking bar. -I know, ma'am.

Why don't you get off the phone, stay off the phone

and sell some fucking drinks?

-Yes, ma'am. The usual? -Yes.

Jimmy, I'm telling you right now.

I want this fucking Santo Trafficante dead, all right?

He's costing us money. He's got everything in Manhattan.

We're jerking off our fucking soda

in Queens over here, all right?

The guy's got to go down. I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna fuck his dog in the ass.

I'm gonna bang his daughter in the ear

and drive some fucking sense into her fucking skull.

I'm gonna fuck his wife so good,

every time she sees a cock

she's gonna scream my fucking name.

Want a breath mint?

-My breath smell bad, Jimmy? -Yeah.

Because you're always talking shit.

Sit the fuck down! Shut the fuck up!

Who are you fucking looking at?

Look down at the fucking ground! Yo! Yo!

What the fuck you doing?

Come on. A little breakfast--

Are you fucking retarded?

There's a fucking dead fucking rat.

Shoot this fucking thing!

Fuck!

-Get it off! Get it off him! -Put it down!

What the fuck is this? Come here. Come here!

Jesus Christ! Come here.

Get the fucking car! Get the car!

Come on. Fucking shit.

-Fuck! -Come on.

Get in the fucking car.

-Get him in the car. -Open the door.

Open the door!

-Dom, Dom, Dom. Look. -Yeah. What?

What the hell?

Stay right here.

Take a deep breath.

Excuse me. My friend needs to see

-a doctor right away. -Sure. Fill that out for me?

Sure. You know what, fill out one for yourself, all right?

In case you need to be in the emergency, too.

All right? -What's going on here?

My friend Mr. Trafficante here, needs your immediate attention.

Absolutely.

Sorry, there's just room for the patient.

That's fine.

Sit.

Okay, Mr. Trafficante. Just lie down here.

Let's have a look at that laceration.

Is it okay if I take this off?

Yeah, okay.

Mr. Trafficante, no disrespect intended,

-but it's just a scratch. -That's a bat bite.

He lost a lot of blood.

There was blood everywhere, doc.

It's because you're in shock, you're pumping out blood.

You're quite all right. You'll be fine.

I'm gonna clean it up, get you a tetanus shot,

and I'll get a rabies shot, and you're just good.

-Nurse! -Yes, doctor.

I need a gauze bandage, two square inches. Thank you.

-It's a scratch. -It's amazing.

I'm just gonna come around here.

I don't understand a thing here.

All right. So we're gonna get him his shots.

We'll let him rest and then bring him to you.

He's gonna be fine. It'll be fine.

You look good. Your vitals are good.

You're gonna be okay. Don't worry.

-Okay. I'll be back. -Stay out there.

Don't go too far.

Fuck.

Mr. Trafficante, are you okay?

I'm sorry. Doctor, I'm sorry.

I was just dreaming and I apologize.

-That's okay. -I'm sorry, doctor. You okay?

Yeah. That's okay. You're just in shock. You'll be fine.

I'm very sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.

-No, you'll be fine. -Thank you for everything.

-I appreciate it. -It's okay.

Sam, stay in the fucking car, all right?

Let's go say hello to Carmelina, all right?

Yeah. Let's thank her for the food.

Are you fucking kidding me? A bat?

Are you guys bullshitting me?

You let him get bit by a flying fucking rodent?

No, you're not coming inside!

I should take a fucking bat to you.

You got me broken jewelry. Damn it!

Shit, Carmelina is angry.

Yes she's upset.

And they're worried about a bat bite.

Okay, let me see, honey. Are you okay?

Come on, man. Don't make a big fuss.

This is just a little scratch. It's nothing.

The doc took care of me. I got two shots. I'm feeling good.

Those guys must have been shitting in their pants.

-You sure you're okay, Dad? -I'm good. Come on.

We're good. We're good.

I wanted to ask, you know how Uncle Sal's opening

his club tonight?

-Can I go? -Absolutely not.

We already discussed this. Back me up on this.

I'm gonna have to go with your mother, okay?

Dad, come on.

I'm going with your mother on this, okay?

-Okay. -I can't-- After that? Please.

-Okay. Bye, Dad. -Thank you, honey.

I'm glad I'm home, okay?

Okay. Let's go get something to eat.

I'm gonna go change, I'm disgusting.

I'm gonna take a shower.

-And we'll go eat, okay? -Okay.

Fuck off.

Carmelina!

-Carm! -What is it, sweetie?

You got something right here, babe.

-I do? -Yeah, right-- Check it out.

It's right there. Right by your right--

I don't-- I don't see anything.

-It still there? -No. You got it off.

Here, I need to hold you. Just hold me.

-Baby, I can't breathe. -I'm sorry.

-You okay, honey? -I'm good.

Okay. You look like you had a hard time.

I'll go make you something to eat, okay?

Okay.

You know what my last name is? Trafficante.

So why don't you fuck off?

A bitch in heat?

Stop it. You're embarrassing me.

Wait, Dad. How did you know those guys were bothering me?

Sweetheart, I can hear a mouse fart.

I got this.

How does this happen?

You were snoring in that chair. You were cozy up in your bed.

Carmelina, I could explain this if you allow me.

You have the floor.

You were correct in your explanation of the situation.

I was sleeping. Our daughter came down,

saw me sleeping. I woke up because I heard her.

And she was hungry.

We didn't wanna go in the kitchen and mess things up

so we decided to have a pizza.

Went upstairs right after that to try to wake you up,

but you were asleep, so we went and got a pizza.

And we're home. That's it.

-Did you save me any? -Save you--?

Get up to bed.

Yes, Mom.

-Good night. -Love you.

-Love you. -Night, Dad.

I wanna talk to you, Carmelina. Come here.

Nice outfit for pizza.

What other fairy tales are you gonna tell me?

Actually, it is a fairy tale

because ever since I've been with you,

my life has been a fairy tale.

I want you to listen to something.

Just give me one second.

-That's our wedding album. -I got something for you.

Wait for it.

-Remember? -The song from our...

It was 28 years ago.

The best 28 years, the fastest 28 years of my life.

I love you.

You're my memory.

You're the whole reason I'm me.

I wanna thank you for allowing me to be me.

I love you, Carmelina.

You've got a pretty good memory

and a pretty good life.

You know, whatever happened to you out there in the cabin...

I like it.

You're so romantic.

He can't fucking see my signal's on.

I'm gonna punch his fucking head in.

It's Sunday. Easy, easy.

Don't take the Lord's name in vain.

But the guy sees that I got my signal on,

and he guns it.

Sunday drivers. That's why they call them that.

Can we go somewhere else after church today for lunch?

But sweetie, that's what we do every Sunday.

He's expecting us.

We've been doing this forever.

You go to Uncle Sal's every single Sunday.

Every day practically you're at Uncle Sal's.

If someone wanted to whack you, they'd find you at uncle Sal's.

-You're always there. -That's nice.

Yeah, but Mom, they have the best braciole there.

Do I not make the fucking best braciole?

Yeah, you do, Mom. But I just really like going there.

Are you paying the bill?

-No. -So zip it. End of discussion.

It's okay. It's okay. Maybe you're right.

Go anywhere you want. Anywhere you want. It's fine.

Oh my God. We're gonna be so late.

-We're gonna miss-- -Who cares?

As long as we're there for the collection.

That's all the good father wants,

because I put a double sawbuck.

I'm the only guy who throws the cash in there,

and they do it twice. So it's 40 bucks.

Do you think the Lord really cares about money?

He wants us to go there and pray.

If he didn't care about money, he wouldn't do the collection.

They don't pay taxes. They own the best property.

Come on, please.

You think that's all God cares about is money?

I don't know if that's all he cares about, but don't be nai?ve.

They got to buy wine.

Did you get the flowers?

They're beautiful. Thank you.

Can't believe my parents are gone.

Can't believe it. Can't believe it.

You know, I got to tell you something, Carmelina.

While they were alive, I always felt like I was a kid.

I always felt like I was still a kid.

It's unbelievable. Unbelievable.

After church, we'll go to the cemetery,

put the flowers like we do every Sunday,

and then we'll go eat wherever you wanna go eat.

There it is.

Everybody's already inside.

Don't worry about it.

Okay. I'll get you close.

We're the last one's here.

Everybody else has left.

Can you do me a favor, please? We're late. Go to church.

I got to take the flowers to the cemetery,

then I'll swing by and we'll go eat something. Please?

-Okay. -Okay? I'll see you soon.

-Is Dad not coming? -No. I don't know.

Oh, my God. We have to go around the side.

God.

Santo, do you know you're dead?

Thank you. You, come here.

You, over here.

Busting his balls.

Do you mind if I pour some wine?

Cousin.

Cousin...

Sam, you don't want wine?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

-What are you drinking? -Macallan.

Let's do a little toast.

It's not often Big Sal, while we got time.

He's a busy guy. It's very cool to be here with Big Sal tonight.

Please.

Hey, come on, huh?

Cheers. Cheers.

-Salute. -Salute.

Let me tell you something.

I was in Sicily...

last summer.

I was in Sicily, and I'm around the table, okay?

And I do the customary toast, cent'anniright?

Everybody turned white, cent'anni

They tell me cent'anni?

He says no more cent'anni.Why?

Because he's 86, he's 93, he's 87.

He goes no more cent'anni He goes instead, senza fine.

senza fine. That's awesome.

Okay.

Senza fine

So, how you been doing?

Doing good.

-You good? -Everything's good.

Anything new? Anything new happen? Anything?

No. No.

-Anything wrong? -No.

How's business? Business good?

Tell him.

Business is great. The sports book is making big money.

You doing good?

-Sammy can't lose. -No?

Make sure those guys downtown, you know.

They go to St. Anthony's. The florist shop always...

skims off the top-- Make sure.

Every day, I pray they don't legalize sports betting.

What are you up to?

Eh?

-Working hard. -You go to church?

-Of course. -You confess?

-Always. -You should confess a lot.

-What's wrong? -I don't know.

Somebody's a fucking idiot. Somebody's playing a joke.

Doesn't matter. It's not important.

-What joke? -It's not important.

What joke? What happened?

Nothing. It's not important. Trust me. Let's move on.

That's bullshit. Not important. What is it? Come on.

What happened?

Okay? So I wanna ask you something.

We got to renew all the contracts

for all the hotels

in Manhattan for the linen.

Now, we got a guy inside

who's gonna give us the lowest bidders.

But I'm gonna tell you guys

and then you tell me what you guys think.

Even if we are the lowest bid and we match it,

is it really worth it to take that contract

with the amount of money it costs us? There's no profit.

There's bigger things we can do.

You know what I'm saying, Vinnie?

So we put up $30-40 million for the operation.

We'd be better off to sell the linen business

to our biggest competitor,

take that money and we buy real estate.

When the real estate goes down, real estate always goes up.

God's not gonna make another piece of land. Capiche?

When you have a contract, nephew,

you keep the contract. If you're making a profit--

I don't care if it's five percent, seven percent--

You're making a profit.

you keep the contract. Find a way.

Put somebody else on it.

...if you want it, we're gonna keep the contract.

-Keep the contract. -Okay.

And you know what you do at the same time?

How many places you have the contract for?

We got 'em all. We got the Ritz. We got the Pierre.

We got the St. Regus. We got the Marriott.

We got 'em fucking all. There's nobody.

You know what that is? That's entr�es.

We got the hospitals. We got everything.

All the linen business...

You got entr�e in all those places.

It ain't about the linen. It's about the entr�e.

There's always something else behind that.

The contacts you can make.

As long as you're making a profit.

-Speak up. -What do you think?

Open a bank.

Open up in...

Now is the time to do it, Vinnie. I agree with you.

...Eastern Europe. Open a bank.

If you got $30 million googoots.

Right now, our dollar is very powerful.

We go to eastern Europe. Even if we're a schedule B bank

for North America, we can go public, put some stock

and we can triple the amount of money we have.

It's a clean balance sheet. There's no dirt.

You know what, I'm giving myself a headache.

It's a good idea. Something we should discuss.

You can triple your money in the stock market.

You fucking eating all your fingers?

What are you licking your fingers for?

-You a fucking cat? -Sal, I'm eating.

Stop licking your fucking fingers. It's disgusting.

It's the dirtiest part of your fucking body.

What are you fucking an Anglo Saxon prick?

All right, lay off. All right?

Jesus fucking Christ.

What the fuck is Jimmy doing here?

Hey, Jimmy.

-Scooza. -Hey.

-I should've called. -Don't worry about it.

I was hungry. So I love the food here.

You're welcome anytime.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

It's good.

You know, cent'anni.

Cent'anni.

Cent'anni,understand?

Hello, Vinny.

Hello, Sammy.

-Hey, Tony. -Jimmy.

Enjoy yourself. You know what? Boys, eat something.

Drink whatever you want.

Your lady friend, whatever you want.

-You're a gentleman. -I'm glad you're here. Really.

-Total gentleman. -Glad you're here.

-Grazie. -Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

You come in my fucking house, in my home,

and you don't even acknowledge me?

You're disrespectful like that here in my own house?

-Santino, eh? -With my family.

-My family's at the table. -Leave it alone.

You disrespect me here with my family.

Enough.

What a piece of shit you are.

You speak to me like that? I'll shoot you.

-Outside. -Outside.

-You and me alone. -No.

Anytime you wanna fucking dance, Jimmy.

Outside, now.

Stop.

Jimmy, please. All right? I want you to have a good time.

All right, please? All right.

Please. Have a good time. Renata!

-All right? -All right, Sally.

-All right. Come on. -All right, Sally.

Come on, boys. No disrespect.

Piece of shit.

You didn't learn nothing?

How long do I know you?

-My whole life. -Your whole life.

You act like this?

You wanna fucking show a low life in front of me?

He slapped us all in the face.

Doesn't matter. Who gives a shit?

We own this fucking town.

You know what he must like when you fucking snap a finger.

And you wanna make like some

little bullshit whose dick is bigger.

-Who gives a fuck? -Listen--

Who gives a fuck? No you listen.

All right? You know better.

Look at me. Nephew.

I can't breathe.

-Take a deep breath. -I can't fucking breathe.

Take a deep fucking breath.

-I can't breathe right now. -Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath. All right? You know better.

All right?

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

In our own fucking backyard, this guy.

In our own fucking backyard, he speaks to you like that.

Untie my fucking hands, Jimmy.

Please untie my fucking hands for this guy.

Calm down.

I did that on purpose.

You see how I got him? I got him upset.

It's a pleasure to me.

Little shit. Tony's in my back pocket.

Once Santo's gone, and he will be.

Santo's after my dick. You understand?

He's a dead man, okay?

Okay. Have a drink. Come on.

-All right, Jimmy. -Piece of shit.

You are dead.

You don't let that shit bother you.

You don't let that shit bother you.

He called me Vinny.

All right.

He has some courage.

You guys are still stuck on that bullshit.

Who gives a fuck what he called you? Relax.

-Okay? I know myself. -I apologize.

I didn't mean any disrespect to you.

No. Disrespect to yourself.

And then you let somebody know what the fuck they are

so they can jump around that they got under your skin?

You wanna show them that? Fuck that. You keep it quiet.

You know better than this. We have centuries.

Since San Guiseppe we never let anybody know

what the fuck we're thinking.

You learn nothing?

You learn nothing?

Old school was different, all right.

You keep fucking quiet.

You know better, okay? I love you.

-I apologize. -All right?

Hey, sweetie, what you got to do

to get a drink in this fucking dump?

What the fuck are you staring at,

you fucking mook?

Excuse me, I got to take this.

I don't know who you are,

but we're gonna find out who you are

because this is a sick fucking game.

Santino, I'm your father.

Papa.

Father, how can you be speaking to me?

You got to do the right thing.

Forever's need will be done.

How can I be sure you are my father?

I love you.

You're my son, and I know you would do the right thing.

Soon, my son, we'll be together forever.

I cannot believe this,

father, maybe I am going crazy.

What's the matter with him? He's cracking up.

-Shut the fuck up! -What did I say?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Shut up! You shut your mouth!

Piece of shit.

Get out of the table!

I'll deal with you later.

Leave the table.

Get out of here.

Let's just finish eating, okay, guys?

What was that about?

I don't know. I have no fucking clue.

Santo?

Santo?

Is everything all right?

Daddy, what's wrong?

Baby, you okay?

You had another nightmare?

Wait here.

You know what, I need a moment.

I got to handle something. Okay? So why don't you guys--?

-You want us to wait in the car? -Go get something to eat.

I'm not gonna go eat without you, Santo. Come on.

Okay. Just give me about 30 minutes.

I got to take care of something.

Okay? Thanks. Okay?

Yeah.

My name is Santo Trafficante.

I got a meeting with Professor Isaacs.

He's expecting me.

Santo Trafficante.

Thank you.

Mr. Trafficante.

An honor and a great pleasure to see you.

Professor Isaacs. Thank you for seeing me on short notice.

That's all right. It's nice to see you.

Look, without you, I wouldn't have this entire center,

this research center. Without you,

I wouldn't have a job. What can I do for you?

I owe you and your family so much.

I wanna ask you something.

I wanna discuss something, if that's okay with you.

That's what I do is I discuss.

Go ahead.

It's a little slow, the elevators.

This the only elevator you got in the building?

No, just on this side.

Six on the other side, one on the side that I work on.

We got to figure that out.

Right this way.

Down at the end of the hall.

Have trouble finding it?

What do you mean, "Trouble finding it?"

You built the place.

I'm a doctor without a brain.

Sit down.

So, what?

I really don't know where to start.

What do you do? What are you?

-What am I? -Yeah, what do you do?

I'm-- I have a Ph.D. in mythology,

Ph.D. in folklore. I study ancient folklore.

Stuff that most people don't give a shit about.

But I'm also a doctor.

Doc? What kind of doctor?

A doctor, I mean, I got a stethoscope and everything.

I can write prescriptions. I can operate on people.

A medical-- a medical doctor.

I appreciate that you're meeting with me,

but what I'm gonna tell you,

you're probably gonna think I'm fucking crazy.

So I might not need a medical doctor.

I might need a psychiatrist for what I'm going through.

Can I trust you?

Because if I can't trust you,

I have to come back and kill you.

Of course. Under those conditions--

Under any conditions, you can trust me for sure.

Look what your family did for us.

How about you just tell me what it is

that you wanna tell me?

It's very hard for me to discuss this,

because I don't even fucking believe it.

It's-- This last week's been fucking hell.

But I'll tell you.

I haven't told nobody, not even my old lady.

Once a month, we go up to a cabin.

We been doing this 18 years, me and my boys, me and my crew.

We play cards, drink some Scotch...

One of my guys loves fruit,

talks about fucking all this minutia shit.

So the next day when we wake up, he's got a box of bananas.

He's giving a speech to potassium

at our age, prostate...

So he opens the fruit and I see a dead bat.

As soon as I touch this fucking thing...

blood everywhere. Okay, it's no big deal.

Wrapped me around-- This part you won't believe me.

We get to the fucking little hospital that's there.

And the doctor, he unravels this thing and he looks down,

and he thinks I'm fucking crazy

because there's a little scratch just like nothing.

It's not even there. You see that?

There's nothing there now.

I don't got one fucking any other bruises

that been around my body since the beginning

of fucking my time. Gone!

-It's a nice story. -What do you mean a nice story?

-Think I'm telling you stories? -No, no, no, no.

What I'm saying is you don't got to tell me

any more of your story.

The best thing that I can do for you is...

Google of the human body is the blood.

So we take a blood test.

The blood tells us everything. And I can talk to you about it.

-Who's gonna see this test? -Who what?

Who's gonna read the test, see the test?

-Me, who else? -Nobody else? Just you?

No, your name will never be on the tubes.

Nobody will see it but me. I promise you that.

-So whatever the results are-- -Only I know.

-You're gonna know. -Only I know.

-What I know, you will know. -So today?

-You wanna stick a needle in me? -Right now.

Look, it's your lucky day.

I won't stick the needle because I miss a lot.

I got a registered nurse downstairs.

She'll come right up and do it.

Okay.

Get me Jennifer up here right away. I need a blood test.

No. Right away. Right now. Okay. Thank you, dear.

Take off your jacket and roll up your sleeve.

Do it.

What a fuck.

Put your arm right there.

-One more. -You need four?

I need four.

Can you please hold on here?

All right. Put Jimmy King on those labels for me, will you?

Leave me a Band-Aid. I'll take care of it.

Did that hurt?

Fuck-- You took a gallon of blood.

Took four little bottles.

Four little bottles. You're a tough guy, remember, Santo?

Let me tell you something.

Maybe I don't show it, but I really appreciate...

what you did for me today.

So if there's anything

that I could ever do for you in return...

you ask me.

-It'll be done. -Thank you.

Thank you for trusting me.

Come on. I'll walk you down.

Senza fine.

Salute.

-Salute. -Salute.

So like I was saying, this fucking guy

he's on a plane and he's going to California.

He's going to one of those fucking conventions.

This magnificent looking woman right beside him,

she's got the biggest set of tits under her T-shirt

that says, "Nymphomaniac...

Convention 2015."

He's hypnotized, mesmerized. All he's doing is staring at it.

Right? Just staring. It's almost embarrassing.

So she finally says, "You looking at this?"

He says, "I'm sorry.

"I don't wanna be disrespectful, but yeah."

She goes, "What? The 'nymphomaniac'?"

He says, "Yeah."

She says, "You know, I belong to a club of nymphomaniacs.

Once a year we have a convention.

Every year in a different city. This year it's in California."

He goes, "Really? What do you do?"

"We talk about lovers, the best lovers in the fucking world."

He says, "Yeah? Who are the top three lovers?"

"Top three? First one will be doctor,

because he knows the human body.

He knows everything.

He knows what to touch, where to go, what to do."

He said, "That makes sense. What about number two?"

"Native Indians.

Very light touchers. Very spiritual people."

He says, "What about number three?"

"Italians. Passionate.

By the way, my name is Mary."

He says, "My name is Dr. Tonto Puccini."

I got to say that. I'm Dr. Tonto Puccini.

It's cute. That's cute, son.

I got one. I got one I think you'll like.

There's a guy.

He's coming through the Lincoln Tunnel in New York City driving,

in the diamond lane.

Not supposed to do that, diamond lane.

As he's driving through the Lincoln Tunnel diamond lane,

he gets out. He pulls-- Cop, red light.

Guy looks in the rear-view mirror and goes,

"Son of a bitch. what am I gonna do now?"

I can't get a fucking ticket."

He's driving for the boss.

Cop pulls him over.

Cop says to him,

"You know, you're driving the diamond lane by yourself.

I got to give you a ticket." He goes, "Please, please.

You're a New York City cop. You understand these things.

I'm driving for the boss, okay?

If I lose my license, I get one more problem here,

I'm gonna be out of a job.

More than that, I'll have more problems.

Please don't give me a ticket." He goes, "You're driving alone.

If you had somebody else

in the car, you'd be fine."

The guy thinks, weighs his options. He goes,

"You leave me no choice. Take a look in the trunk."

It's cute. It's cute.

-It's not bad actually. -Not bad.

You got one, Sammy?

All right. All right. I tell my joke, all right?

Yeah, okay. Get a rope so I can hang myself.

Journalist from the New York Times

is gonna do a story on Bellevue

and he's going down the hall

where all the nuts are locked up.

He looks through the window of one. And there's this guy.

He's got a baseball bat and he's going...

The journalist says, "What's wrong with this guy?"

Doctor says, "He thinks if he hits 100 homeruns,

we'll let him out."

So he walks further down the hall

and looks in another doorway.

There's a guy with a hockey stick,

and he goes...

"What's wrong with this guy?"

He says, "He thinks if he scores 100 goals,

we'll let him out."

So now the journalist goes down the hall one more door

and looks in the window. And he sees this guy.

He's got like a can of walnuts,

and he's banging it against his cock like this.

-And the journalist turns... -Jimmy. Stop.

"When you gonna let this guy out?"

Little Toney.

The doctor says, "We're never letting him out.

-He's fucking nuts." -Thank you.

I'm looking forward to it.

Look, he's gonna be at the jazz club tonight.

Tonight, yeah. Of course I'm sure.

Tonight.

Make sure that fucking piece of shit is dead...

that son of a bitch.

Okay. Thanks.

-Who are you talking to? -Checking my messages.

We always check our messages at the table.

-Let me see the last number. -Get the fuck out of here!

Hey, who is this guy? This guy's here for you?

He's with me. Sammy, let him in.

-Come in. -All right. Thank you.

Mr. Trafficante, excuse me.

I got the thing you wanted.

I got it a lot faster than I thought I could, so I got it.

-You got it? -I got it.

You guys mind? Give me a few minutes?

-Sure. -Sorry, guys.

You, please.

-Excuse me? -Sit. Sit

-Sure. -Go ahead.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

-Thank you. Thank you. -All right.

-Take care. -Thank you.

Vincenzo, who is that?

I don't know.

Try to find out when you get a chance.

With all due respect, Sal, ask Santo.

He'll tell you. I don't like to sneak around.

Well, that's why we love you.

I thought you said it was gonna take two days.

Yeah, but...

I only needed one tube.

We didn't have to go any further.

I mean, the results were astonishing, immediate.

Your cells, your blood cells are reproducing

like by the trillions.

-You know what that means? -I got no fucking clue.

It means you're gonna live forever.

I mean, look.

When you're young, right...

millions, trillions of your blood cells die,

but then they replace themselves and that's why you stay young.

That's youth.

Now, as you get older, they stop replacing themselves,

and that's how you get old.

See? But now look, look at you.

Look at your skin. It's like a baby's ass.

You're in good shape.

-Mr. Trafficante-- -Please call me Santo.

Santo... you're gonna live forever.

Excuse me. Can you excuse me for a second, please?

Hello.

Santo.

-Who is this? -Santo, I'm your father.

Why are you doing this?

A man always takes care of his family,

but he's not a man.

How can you be my father?

Santo, do the right thing.

My father died years ago,

how can you be my father?

Soon, my son, we'll be together.

Impossible.

Papa, why are you doing this?

Santo, I love you.

For God's sake you are making me go crazy,

I don't understand anything anymore.

I am your father,

and I will love you forever.

Okay.

Okay, I understand.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -Sorry.

Continue, please.

Anyway, like I was saying...

the only shortcoming could be--

I mean, I read some of that folklore,

you know, vampire folklore--

It's possible, I'm saying it's possible

you get to the point where the only thing

you can live on is like, human blood.

You know what I'm saying?

So...

are you telling me I could possibly hurt my family?

My wife and my daughter?

I don't think I can-- I don't know.

I'm sorry. I wish-- I don't know that.

You know, doc? I appreciate everything.

I appreciate you doing this extremely fast.

I mean, I'm not gonna forget that.

I'm not gonna forget that.

If you need anything ever, if I can do any favor for you,

I'm at your disposal.

I appreciate what you did for me.

Thanks, doc.

There is one thing.

I thought maybe, you know, you could give me a little bite.

-Are you fucking with me? -No.

I'm being dead serious. I'm serious as a heart attack.

Hold it. Listen, I would like to live forever, too.

I mean, who wouldn't? I would.

So I'm thinking maybe a chew, a little nibble or something.

Look, doc, it's not a good time to fuck around.

I got my uncle. I got my family here, my family.

I'm a bit of a fucking mess.

-I told you I appreciate it. -No, I totally understand.

It's not a time to fuck around.

Excuse me, please, Santo.

You're going under a lot-- you're under a lot of stress.

There's all kinds of things going on.

I completely understand.

So, you know,

maybe we'll just talk about this in the future some other time.

Talk about what?

What I just asked you about the--

Doc, please.

I'm going. Please.

I appreciate it if you'll leave now.

-Thank you for everything. -I'll go.

See, maybe, you know, a little bink.

We'll talk later.

Okay.

-Doc. -Yeah, Santo.

It's Doc Isaacs. How are you?

What's up? You discover something else?

The news you gave me today is not enough?

I was actually thinking about you

and wondering how you were doing?

-How are you doing? -I'm okay.

Just, you know, I'm-- I just got back.

I'm gonna spend some time with my family.

Hopefully, I can chill out and relax. I'm good.

Where are you?

I was just driving around the neighborhood, you know?

My neighborhood?

-Yeah. -So where are you?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I'm right in front of your house.

You followed me home?

I thought maybe I'd come in there

and check you out.

I'm good. I'm good, doc. Go home.

-Good, good. You're good. -I'm good.

One more thing. Maybe...

Maybe just, you know, a little snip or something.

What do you mean a snip?

You know, a little like a nibble.

I'm still-- I would really like that.

Listen, doc, I appreciate everything you did,

but I'm not gonna bite you.

Now, stop fucking bother me, okay?

Or I'll really bite you.

-You got it? -All right, well don't--

Okay.

Sweetie, you look so nice.

Come on.

You don't have a mistress hiding in there, do you?

Eyes that don't see, a heart doesn't hurt.

Jesus Christ.

Nobody gets through this fucking door, Big Jake. Capiche?

-That's it. -Yeah.

You're gonna let me know when everybody leaves, right?

You're gonna let me know when he is alone.

Jimmy, Jimmy.

-You got it? -Yeah.

You call me, make sure. Don't fuck around.

I will.

I'll let you know.

I'll let you know, I'll let you know.

I'm gonna kill the little fuck.

I'm gonna kill...

-You got my table ready? -Yeah. Ready? Let's go.

You know what, I should've just stayed home.

What's the matter, Santo?

I'm tired.

-I'm tired. Tired. -Tired of what?

Nothing in particular. I'm just fucking tired.

And I... Actually I'm very...

you know, like everything bothers me.

Why don't you lighten up? It's Friday night.

Who's that guy looking at you? Who's that guy looking?

-Who's that? -Lighten up.

-Who's that? -Who?

The Mayor, isn't he?

Or I don't know.

It's the borough president.

Come on.

Hey.

How you doing, boys? Everything good?

This is for you guys.

Nice to see you. Anything you need, I'm here.

What do you mean anything you need?

Go fuck off. You're in my house.

Get out of here.

Thank you, okay.

Come on, Santo, what's the matter?

You got a problem?

You've got a problem with a girl?

Why don't you sing a song?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Sing. It's Friday night.

-Got a fucking problem with... -It's the old days.

Come on!

Stop breaking my balls.

-I don't wanna go. -Come on. We'll do "Gigolo."

We'll have fun. Get up there and sing a song.

The things you make me fucking do.

Come on.

You always make me do things I don't wanna do.

Just do what I'm telling you to do.

-Come on. Come on! Get up. -What are you doing?

You don't sing. You never sang. Sit down.

Go watch the fucking cheese. Go on. Sit down.

Come on, sing.

Let's go.

Hey. What are you waiting for? Come on.

-You fucking happy now? -Come on! Come on!

Let's go fucking eat.

Hey, thank you very much.

Nice to meet you. You got a great husband.

If you need anything, let me know. Okay?

-You did a good job. -Thank you.

Holy fuck.

You guys make me do this shit. I feel like a puppet.

Anyways, you don't have

the mistresses coming tonight, do you?

Yeah, they're gonna be-- I'm gonna go get them.

They're right outside.

Only you, only you can make me do anything you want.

That's what I'm here for.

I'm in one of those moods.

I can't figure it out.

You know when you're in bed, you can't sleep,

you're restless,

and you go back and forth? That's what I feel like tonight.

I'm so fucking restless it isn't funny.

What, you have a premonition?

If you only fucking knew.

You channeling now?

You seeing things from another star?

Hi.

I'm going to fucking kill him.

Aren't you embarrassed? Seriously?

Aren't you fucking embarrassed?

What? I just got here. What?

Darling, do not insult my intelligence ever.

You know what, go. Go powder your nose, all of you.

Get out of here. Get out of my sight.

Now. Now!

What's the matter?

You just told me to bring them inside.

I didn't tell you to bring them inside.

You said they were outside. I didn't say to bring them.

You got them before I even said anything.

I don't wanna argue with you. I never did since we were kids.

I've never argued with you since we were kids. So listen.

-Do you love your wife? -I love my wife.

So why are we doing this? If your wife cheated on you,

-what would you do? -It'd be a big problem for me.

It would be a big problem, right?

But, you cheat on her.

You love your wife?

But you love your wife, right? Because I know you.

You're probably the best father of all of us.

Probably the best husband.

You're one of the most perfect acts.

If they had to fucking pick a perfect family guy,

you're the guy.

-So why are we doing this? -Doing what?

If your wife cheated on you, what would you do?

If your wife cheated on you, what'd you do?

-I'd kill myself. -See that?

You trying to fuck us around here?

You're like the world's fucking whore master of the world.

I told you to shut the fuck up.

I don't wanna hear your voice.

-What's-- -Shut up.

Be quiet, I do not want to hear a word from you.

You disgust me, you are a whore.

I don't want to hear anything from you anymore.

Because you disgust me and you know why you disgust me.

Don't make me say anything more.

I'll deal with you later. You're a street whore.

You don't belong at this table.

You are not worthy to sit with us.

I love you like a brother.

I love you like a brother.

The only reason you're fucking breathing

is because of this guy.

This guy's gonna save the fucking world.

You got to do me a favor tonight, Vinny.

Can you do me a favor?

I wanna be by myself. No offense to you.

-No offense to you either, okay? -I don't wanna leave you alone.

-Leave me alone. -He needs some space.

He wants to be alone. Let's just go.

Listen to fuck head there.

-Of course, you-- -You said you wanna be alone.

Of course, you wanna make sure I'm alone.

-Santo-- -Of course, you wanna make sure!

I'll cut your throat.

You want me to stay? I'll stay.

I don't want you to stay.

Get the fuck away. You disgust me.

-Let's go, he wants to be alone.

-Can you get him out of here? -Fine, fine.

Get out of here. I wanna be by myself, okay?

-Get him out of here. -I don't feel right about this.

I'll do what you want because you say to do it.

-But it's not right. -Bring my mistress.

I wanna tell her something before you take them home.

I love you. Come here.

Just fucking go before you make a big problem.

You're not gonna say bye to me? Sam.

Come here and give me a hug.

Santo, I love you.

-I love you, too. -Hey, Santo.

Get out of here. Get this piece of shit out of here.

Santo, what did I do?

-You know what you did. -Come on.

Tony, don't fucking make it a big problem.

Hey.

I don't know how to say this, so I'll say it straight up.

I know you've been with me for a long time.

But I can't do this no more. I can't do this to my family.

I can't do this to my wife. I love my wife.

And I'm not gonna do it anymore.

So tonight's the last time we're gonna see each other,

and I'll get the guys to look after you.

Here's about five G's. Take this. Just take this.

-I love you. -Please, don't talk like that.

Go find somebody, seriously. You're a good girl. Go.

Go.

Okay? I'm sorry. Go.

You're a good man.

Please, go.

Go.

Come on. Let's go. Let me take you home.

-No. Can you do me a favor. -Sure, absolutely.

I wanna be the last one here. I'm gonna lock up.

Get everybody out of here.

Get everybody the fuck out of here.

Okay.

-Okay? -Okay. You got it.

Vincent, what exactly is going on?

Never mind what's going on.

Santo wants people to leave, people got to leave.

Yeah, I understand that but--

You doing what you're supposed to be doing?

Of course I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

You're sure?

Yeah. I worked at Jimmy's today.

-You better be sure. -Yeah. It went great.

Good.

Get out of here.

Things do not look good for Trafficante.

DOM; Maybe we should call for backup.

No, no.

Let's see how this plays out.

-Hi. -Hey. What's the story?

It's all good. He's all by himself.

He threw everybody out.

Sweet.

Put them down. He's fucking mine.

Get rid of that.

It's all yours now, Jimmy.

Santo is fucking dead.

Don't you fucking forget it. It's all mine.

Don't forget it, ever.

Hello, Vinny.

You work for me now. Santo Trafficante is dead.

You understand? Capiche?

That's right. That's right.

That's the end of Santo Trafficante.

Three years you went after his ass, man.

It's gonna save the taxpayers millions of dollars.

Son of a bitch.

I wouldn't count your chickens. Look!

Son of a bitch does not know how to die.

Hey, I get a call from Jimmy

saying I work for him now?

-That you're dead? -Do I look dead to you?

Will you tell me what is going on?

Santo, Jesus fucking Christ. They told us you got shot.

We got a call. They said they come at you

with everything they had.

Put that away.

Do I look like I got shot to you?

Oh, my God.

Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?

You tell me. Look around you. Who's missing?

I lied for that little fuck all these years?

I'm going to kill him.

All right, this is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna take down Jimmy right now.

-Three of us, right? -Sammy, you're going nowhere.

I got to take care of this myself.

You're gonna go home both of youse.

You understand me?

You wanna die twice in one night.

You trust me? You trust me?

-Santo-- -Yes, or no? Do you trust me?

Yes, or no?

This is something I got to do. So you're gonna listen.

You guys are gonna go home.

This is something I got to do myself.

I don't wanna argue with you, Santo.

But you can't ask us to just walk away. Come on!

You're gonna go home.

Okay? Something I got to do.

Can I ask you for a favor?

If something happens to me,

make sure you look after my family.

Now, go home.

Go home.

I am your family.

-You are my family. -That's what I'm talking about.

Go home.

Don't do that again.

Go home.

Go home.

We'll see each other tomorrow.

Hey, Jimmy.

We pulled it off.

You wanna go get something to eat.

Let's celebrate, man.

Yeah, I'm gonna get something to eat.

I'm gonna have a steak and some vintage champagne...

because Trafficante is dead.

But you're not gonna go with me.

What are you talking about?

See, I don't eat with fucking rats.

-Jimmy, I delivered him to you. -You're a hump cocksucker.

You were with this guy all your life,

and you betrayed him.

Yeah, you delivered him to me. But you're a fucking rat.

And I hate your fucking guts.

If you could talk to Trafficante where he is right now,

he would not blame you because he knows his business.

Because in our business, that's what it is,

business is business.

But you, fucking rats like you, I can't stand.

Get the fuck out of my car.

If you're not out of my car in ten seconds,

I'm gonna fucking whack you right now.

-Didn't we just kill you? -No.

I just killed you.

I didn't know you had one of these.

Trafficante, don't you know how to fucking die?

You know what I'm gonna do you, you sack of fucking shit?

Dick face.

I'm gonna rip your fucking arm out,

and I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you with the gooey end.

Never bite the fucking hand that feeds you, Jimmy.

What are you doing. What are you doing?

Freeze!

Don't do anything stupid, Santino.

I know you have been following me for three years.

I don't got a problem with it. But you got two choices tonight.

Either your career and your life ends tonight,

or you go home and have some hot cocoa.

You know what, Dom?

I love hot cocoa.

Son of a bitch.

Santo. I thought you were dead.

-Santino, I'm sorry. -You broke my fucking heart.

Forgive me.

I know I always busted your balls.

But you know what?

I fed you and your family, and you betrayed me.

I always thought everybody hated your guts,

but you know what I discovered tonight?

You know who hates you?

You, you hate yourself,

and you don't got no fucking balls.

Dick face, I hate you.

So you do have balls.

Piece of shit, I hate you.

Cocksucker.

Piece of shit.

Baby, what are you doing?

I feel claustrophobic,

and I tell you actually I'm just gonna go see

Big Sal for a bit, and I'll be right back. Okay?

Go back to bed. Everything's good.

I'll be back in a bit.

-Okay? -But baby, you never take...

Go to sleep. Everything's good. It's all good.

Santino?

Santino?

Santino. Oh, no.

-Did you just get home? -Yeah.

Go to sleep. Do me a favor...

You got to get along with your mother.

-She loves you. -I know, I do. I just--

She just doesn't get me like you do, you know?

You still got to get along with her, okay?

-Go to sleep. -Okay.

-Bye. -I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

-Hey, how you doing, Santo? -Doing good.

Santo, he's in the kitchen cooking.

-Cooking pasta. -There's a fucking surprise.

How you doing? You winning?

Yeah. I'm trying.

Santino.

I understand you've been busy tonight.

Doing a lot of clean up.

Nephew, are we good?

What do you mean are we good? Of course, we're good.

I came to ask you for a favor.

What? You can ask me anything. What do you want?

I'm gonna go away for a while.

I don't know how long it's gonna be.

So I want you to give me your word of honor

that you're gonna take care of my family.

You don't gotta ask me for that.

Your family's my family.

Life is timing. And timing is life.

In a millisecond...

things can change in your life forever...

or in a millisecond, it can end your life.

I was born and raised

by Sicilians fresh off the boat

so I've been programmed to think only one way.

And the way that I think is...

family's the most important thing in a man's life.

Don't matter how many cars, how much cash,

and how powerful he is, if he don't got no family...

he's nothing.

So I got to tell you a story.

And no matter how crazy it sounds, how bizarre,

it's true.

So you judge for yourself.

I swore to God that I would never tell anybody.

I love you.

You're my son.

Because I don't want nobody to think I'm crazy.