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Stella Gigante?

You're not gonna tell
my father.

'Cause if there is one thing
my father would hate

even more
than me fucking Teddy

is that you fucked up
and killed the wrong guy.

I will use my
Congressional immunity

to enter into
the Congressional record

the name of one Italian
numbers operation each week.

You move all your stuffthrough my capos, $22,000 a key.

I sell mine for $26,000.

You're taxing me
4 grand a key?

I don't know
what brought me back here.

I fucked it up last time.

Stumbling isn't falling.

I'm sure you've heardof the Congressional hearings

that I'm chairingwhere a "Mr. Joseph Valachi"

has decided to spill the beans
on the mob.

I'm not a snitch, man.

This is not snitching.This is good business.

Moses didn't say
"turn the other cheek."

Moses taught those slaves

how to defend themselves
against their enemy.

I have a beef I want to bring
to your attention.

What's your name?Alejandro Villabuena.

I have names.
Who?

Her name...

...is Esther James.

I need $300,000 cash in advance
with the product.

To a new world.To a new world.

Names keep going aroundin my brain,

but only one
comes to mind.

Joe Bonanno, who's objectingto pay me taxes.

All those kilosthat he was gonna advance you

are now in my possession.

May we have order
in the chamber, please?

Can we come to order?

Can you state your name?

Joseph Valachi.

And when were you born?

In 1904, September 22.

And where?In New York City.

I would like to ask,

are you a memberof any special organization

whose primary business
is to pursue crime

and protect those of its memberswho do commit crime?

I am.

What is the name?

Cosa Nostra.

That is in Italian?

It means "Our Thing."

Let me state for the record

that Mr. Valachi
is the first man

with knowledge of the
racketeering hierarchy

ever to break the underworld's
code of silence.

His information will bring
the picture

of organized crime in America
into sharper focus.

And the picture is an ugly one.

It is a private government
of crime

with an annual income
in billions,

resting on a base of human
suffering and moral corrosion.

Mr. Valachi,
as strange as it may seem,

you are doing your country
a great service.

He's a motherfuckin' snitch.

Would you tell us
why you decided to cooperate

with the Department of Justice
and this Committee?

Well, the answer to that
is very simple.

To destroy them.

Destroy who?

The Cosa Nostra Leaders,
the Bosses.

I remember when Vito pricked
his finger with a needle.

He was supposed to be
my brother.That is right.

Yes, sir.

And why do you feel like
it should be destroyed?

The Bosses have been very bad
to the soldiers.

I've stolen for them.
I've killed for them.

I've broken God's commandments
for them,

and what do I get out of it?

Nothing but misery.

A Genovese soldier is a rat?

Is it safe to assume
that these...Must run in the family.

...Bosses would be unhappy withyour testimony here today?

What I'm tellin' you,

what I'm exposing to you,

to the press, to everybody,

this is my doom.

So you were scared

that the Genovese crime family
would whack you

after you were convicted
of narcotics violations

and saw no other way out
than to testify here today?Somebody lower that fucking
thing before I shoot it.

If we wanted a talking horse,
we coulda watched "Mr. Ed."

All right, let's get to
why we're really all here.

The Families are very concerned
about the situation in Harlem.

Not what
they're concerned about.

We talked about it a million
frickin' times, all right?

We made an agreement

that he could sell his dope
in my territory

as long as he paid my tax
for every kilo.

And then
this greedy fuckin' bastard,

he goes behind my back,
and he sells supply to Johnson.

How many times do I gotta
fuckin' talk about it?

After the riot at Fidler's,

I was given permission to buyjunk from any Italian source.

I chose Bonanno.

But Bonanno had to pay a tax
to Chin.

But that's not my problem.All right, so I got my hand
caught in the cookie jar, okay?

It doesn't mean that Chin
can whack two of my men

and steal my junk.

Sure it does.You broke the agreement.

Joe...

...you gotta take the loss.

Okay.

But what about
the 300 large in cash

that I gave Bumpy
in advance?

Which I intended topay back once I got theprofits from the junk.

Yeah, Bumpy,
a debt is a debt.

You owe him 300 large.

I need some time
to pay him back.

I want my money now.

Alright,
there may be another way,

if Joe is agreeable,
to settle this debt.

What's that?

You whack Joe Valachi.

I stayed single
as long as I could

because I knew my own weaknessesand shortcomings.

I felt that marriage would bluntmy effectiveness.

I just couldn't see where

I could devote the time
to a Sister

that is demanded by
the woman of today.

I ducked, dodged,
twisted.

I turned and ran from marriage
as long as I could.

I once told you

that man does not hunt wild gameinto thick brush

and not gethis hunting suit torn

or his flesh scratched.

Yeah,
only Allah has saved me

from being scratched
and wounded unto death.

When Betty
was in Chicago,

she spoke ofyour frequent absences.

I wasn't aware
Betty came to see you.

Brother,you were slow to get married

because I made you see

the great responsibilityto a Sister after marrying her.

I admit,
she gets furious

when she can't exercise
her will over mine

and resorts to pouting, crying,
and every other tactic.

Tactics?

Or appropriate punishmentfor your lack of humility?

I read
The New York Timesarticle

about your successful
rehabilitation program.

Yes, we, uh, send former addictsout fishing for other addicts.

On that point, minister,
word has come to me

that you are associating
with a known dope peddler

by the name
of Bumpy Johnson.

Oh, yes,
he's an old friend.

A mentor, really.

In fact, he helpedset me on the path to you.

Amazing, the stepping stones
that lead us to Allah.

Indeed.

And yet...

here you are

representing our faith
on the national stage.

Surely you know I I use those appearances

to tout your beneficent guidanceand the glories of Islam.

Of course.

But association with a manwho puts poison onto our streets

doesn't square
with your work here.

With all due respect,

the Nation is built on menlike Bumpy Johnson.

Men who are driven
to criminality

only because of lackof opportunity.

The Nation is built
on our teachings.

If the gangster can be madepolitically conscious,

Islam can sweep throughevery ghetto in this country.

If the Nation dabbles
in militant politics,

it will draw more attention
from the government

and damage our cause.

What is our cause?

Is it to continuouslytalk about the struggle

or actually
fight the fight?

As for Bumpy...

...his daughteris right over there.

If your teachings
can inspire her,

perhaps they can inspire him,as well.

You're alright.
You're okay.

Oh, who's up?

How come you never told me
Stella spent the night in jail?

What?

I was with this cop,Rourke, from the 27th.

He happened to mention thatStella Gigante and a colored guy

got picked up three weeks ago.

I know nothing about that.

One of Rourke's guys,a Sergeant Keenan, I believe,

he recognized her name,and he called on you.

Sincethis Sergeant Keenan knew

that you were an associate
of ours.

I don't know
any fucking Keenan.

Ah, so,
you had no idea

that Stella was in jailwith this mooley?

So you're saying that
this Sergeant Keenan's lying?

What, you gonna believe
a fuckin' copper over me?

Ernie...

I know how bad
you want to make your bones.

And I will say
that my decision

on whether or not
to propose you

for this membership
to this thing of ours here,

it rests on my ability
to trust you always

and everything
that you say.

So I'm asking you, as your capo,to tell the truth.

Tell the fucking truth.

Remember when you had me
take Stella out,

see if she was still dating
that mooley boyfriend?

I took her down to the Villagewhere those Negro musicians play

for the, like, bohemian crowd
or whatever.

And I see her talking
to this Negro,

and I figured
it was her boyfriend,

and I-I popped him,
like you told me.

Later, Keenan calls meand tells me she's been arrested

with this fucking
Teddy Greene.

That's her boyfriend.

He's still alive.

Well, because of your honesty
and your

your trueness,

I will not lay a hand
on you.

I mean,
you made an honest mistake.

You killed the wrong guy.

I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

No-Nothing like that will ever
happen again.

No, it won't.

Aah!

Alright, stop.

Stop!

Ho! Stop.

You wanna be a made man?

Kill him, fast.

Kill Joe Valachi?
That's crazy.

I mean, he's being guarded by
U.S. Marshals

looking out for a hit.

Bonanno will wipemy debt clear if I do.

Hey, how you doin' today?

Bumpy, come on.

Maybe there's a better way

to take care of your debt
with Bonanno,

like a lay-a-way plan?
Do that.

The Feds have Valachi underguard in Sunnyside, Queens, man.

I thought he was testifying
in D.C.

They fly him down to D.C.and then back again at night.

My taxpayer dollars
to fly a snitch?

Exactly, man.

That shit better not be
First Class. That's fucked up.

Sunnyside, Queens,it's a Latin barrio.

That's why I called you,
man.

It's a good place to hide,I guess.

Guineas are kind of half-Latin,
anyway, so Sorta-Rican.

I need your help, Guapo.

I need your help
on this one.

We'll eatwhen your Daddy gets home.

This is the third time
you've told me that, mama.

I'm home!

Do I smell
cornbread?

Why didn't you call?

You saidyou were gonna call.

Hey.

Told you I'd be alright.
Told you I'd be fine.

It's just, I wouldn't putanything past them.

Look, if they put me
in cement shoes,

then they wouldn't get
their money back.

How you gonna settle upwith Bonanno?

Don't worry about it.

What do they want?I got it covered.

It's it's just fine,
alright?

So you'll talk to them,but you won't talk to me?You know what? I'm hungry.

Could you put the fuckin'
cornbread on the table, please?

Mmmm-hmmmm.

Mm.

Hmm, hmm, mwah.

What you reading?

"Charlotte's Web."

You like it?It made me cry.

Why?

Charlotte gave up her life
for Wilbur the Pig.

She's loyal.

That's the most important thingin life, loyalty.

You stay loyal.

It's a good book.

Hey, yo, could I take
that baby for a spin?

-Ohh!
-Yo, man.

Where does your mom think
you got the money

for the new apartment?

Prostitution.

I told her that Bobbygave me an advance.

I wish he had.

I spent every dime I have
to get you guys a new place.

Hey, Teddy.

Hmm?

Maybe we could hitchhike
to California.

We need to get outta here.

Us hitchhiking?

Yeah.

I mean, that's almostas dangerous as staying here.

And what we gonna dowhen we get there?

I mean,sleep on the streets?

Hmm?

Ernie's gonna try
to kill you.

I know it.

I don't think
you can play at Minton's.

I mean,you heard what Bobby said.

I need to be playing
at the local joints

if I want any chanceof getting airplay

when my record comes out.

I'm playing at Minton's,and you ain't coming.

Why not?

'Cause if that motherfucker'scoming for me,

I don't want you
anywhere near.

I love you for that,
but you don't know this guy.

I don't need youto protect me, Stella.

I'm the one who issupposed to be protecting you.

Uh, Mr. Valachi,
you have testified

as to the existence

of five separate,
uh, yet distinct Families

who are involved in organized
crime in New York City.

That's right.

To which of these Families
did you owe your allegiance?

The Genovese family,
Congressman.

Headed by Vito Genovese,

currently serving
a life sentence

in the Atlanta Penitentiary.

He wanted me dead
when I got, uh,

pinched
on that narcotics beef.

That's why I'm sitting here
right now.

As Don Vito sits in jail,
who is the acting boss?

Mr. Valachi, need I remind you
that you're under Federal oath?

He, um...

started out
as Vito's driver.

He was loyal.

So when Vito Genovese
was sent away for life,

he made this man
acting boss.

Everyone figured it was so that
Vito could control this man

to run the family from prison,
but, uh, Vito was wrong.

This man,

he's smarter than Vito,
more ruthless.

His name...

His name
is Vincent Gigante.

Fuck.

Who are you?

Special Agent David Preston,Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Bullshit.

Check the I.D., ma'am.

So Hoover's lettin'you people in now, too, huh?

What's next?
Chinks?

I'm looking for Vincent Gigante
at this address.

Is Mr. Gigante at home?

No, not here.

Shower's running.

Yeah, I was just aboutto jump in.

So you left the water running
to come answer the door?

Okay,what the fuck do you want?

I'm here to serve Mr. Gigante
a subpoena

to testify in the Valachi
hearings in Washington, D.C.

I have every right
to do so

under U.S. Criminal Statute
1405-15C.

Now step aside, ma'am.

Take your shoes off, first.

Excuse me?

God knows wherethose shoes have been.

Take them off.

You can't just go barging inon him, Mr. Preston.

I am telling you.
-Out of my way, ma'am.

Please, I'm tell I'm trying
to tell you something.

I'm trying to tell you
that my husband is not well,

and he has not been well
for a long time.

He's sick in his head.

There's something wrong
with him up here.

I looked it up
in the library.

It's called
schizo-something.

I don't know,
but I'm trying to tell you

that my husband
suffers from being a schizo.

Let me do my job.

Oh, listen to me.
Please, listen.

You can't go in there.

That's what I'm trying to say,
Mr. Preston.

Not to do what you

Come on.

Get your gloves on.

You got a hat?

You got a hat?

Come on,
you're gonna get wet.

Come on. Come on.

I tried to tell you.

My guy Lucito
in the neighborhood

say he sees cars coming out
5:00 in the morning

then coming back
late at night.

Did he say how many men?

Six, maybe eight.

They might have spottersin the neighborhood, too.

There's a reason why they call
them Federal Protection.

What's wrong?

You don't got stomachfor this?

I didn't keep my eyes
on your family for 11 years

to see you get all shot up
by the Feds.

You been one of my mostloyal friends for 30-odd years.

I would never ask youto do something

that you don't feel
comfortable with.

Nah, I'm good.

I made my peace with God.

I'm ready to go.

Pessimism leads
to weakness.

Optimism to power.

Ooh, I love it when you get
all philosophical and shit.

It's gonna be tough,but I think I can do it.

This is mydebt.
It's on me.

No disrespect, Bumpy,but this is what I do.

I'm younger, faster,and prettier.

Maybe two out of three.

Mm-hmm.Come on, Bump.

This motherfucker got
a Silver Star in Korea.

Let him do it.

But you areprettier.

You heard him, right?

Alright, man.

Minister Malcolm
tells me

that you are new
to the Sisterhood.

I am,
Dear Holy Apostle.

He also tells me that
your father is Bumpy Johnson.

I don't have contact
with him no more.
Never did, really.

I'm not trying to put you
on the spot, my dear.

But he has given you
keen insight.

You know Satan
when you see Him.

Her work
actually allows her

to fight the battle
of addiction

on the front lines
she knows so well.

Wonderful.

But it's possible

I have an even more interesting
job for the Sister.

Can she be freed to come
to my hotel this evening?

Of course,
Dear Holy Apostle.

Esther James is
a no-account Mafia bag lady.

All I did
was tell the truth.

Because you made the statementson television,

it's a libel suit,
not simply slander.

Aw, hey, Dickie.

Hey, man.Koufax pitched
another good one, huh?

He sure did.

She wants an apologyon nationwide television.

If you apologize,she loses her right to sue.

That bitch slapped me.

I'll be long in my grave before
I apologize to that woman.

-Praise the Lord, Reverend.

Sister Janice,
praise the Lord.

Loving that white hat today.

You know,
it's the guineas.

Those motherfuckers
are using Esther James

to punish me
for the Valachi hearings

and my stance
on the Harlem numbers.

If she wins this suit,she could bankrupt you.

Adam, apologize.

It's that...son of a bitch
Bumpy Johnson,

yeah, suddenly getting
all high and mighty

the minute I asked him to give
up a couple of guinea names.

I am gonna make it
my mission in life

to grind that Geechee
rice picker back into the dust.

What are we gonna doabout Esther?

Get me on a call
with Frank Costello.

How am Isupposed to do that?

Bumpy Johnson was yourconnection to Costello.

I found another one.

Costello and I
have the same lawyer.

Hey, my man.

You got the bread?

Uh, yeah, here.

This a good one?

It works.

Okay.

Well, thank you for
speaking to me on the phone,

uh, Mr. Costello.

I understand
that we're both members

of the Manhattan Health
and Racquet Club.

No, they're not comfortablewith Italian members anymore.

What?

I have heard tell of a wave
of anti-Italian sentiment

as a result
of these Valachi hearings,

and I will tell you

that the vast bulk
of my Italian-American brothers

are fine,
upstanding citizens

with no connection whatsoever
to organized crime.

How can I help you?

Well, it has come
to my attention

that this lawsuit against me
by one Esther James

is financed by a consortium
of, shall we say, uh,

people who have been aggrieved
by my sermon

about the numbers business
in Harlem.

Mm-hmm.

I took a stand
for my constituents.

You took a stand
to get headlines

in the newspaper
for yourself.

And now you're bustingValachi's balls.

No, I-I would hardly call it
busting his balls.

You want to make Esther Jamesgo away?

I do.

Go easy on Valachi.Easy?

Don't ask Valachi
for any more names,

and Esther James
goes away.

Wait Hello?

I'm glad they kicked your ass
out of the racquet club!

Now you know what it feels like
to be a second-class citizen,

you greaseball dago wop!

Fucker.

Delta, this is Echo response truck.

We got Songbird moving into position.

We have the all clear?

Yes, all clear.

Alright,make sure the perimeter's clear.

Let's go.

Perimeter's secure.

All clear.

Songbird's ready to go.

Move it, guys.

Yo, Six!

You heard me.
That's right.

I'm talking to you,
motherfucker.

Fuck you, nigga.

I've been tryingto motherfucking call you,

and you ain't even fuckingpicking up the phone.
For what?

You were with my woman.Hell, no.

You was with my old lady.Man, ain't nobody want
your fucking old lady.

I saw you on 46thwith the bitch, man.

Yeah?
Yeah!

Fuck you!

Hey!

Fuck you.

I'm talking to you.

Yo.
What?

You were with my woman.Hell, no.

You was with my old lady.Man, ain't nobody want
your fucking old lady.

I saw you on 46thwith the bitch, man.What?

Were you with my old lady?Hell, no.

You was.Songbird has landed.

Charlie,
what's happening over there?

I saw you on 46th!

I'm gonna kill
your motherfucking ass.Fuck you.

Hey! Hey!
Break it up!

Break it up!

Man, get off me!Fuck you, nigga!

Get off me!

Break it up!

Lima, what's your position?

Man, I wasn't with
your old lady!

Yes, you was,
motherfucker!

I saw you on 46th!Fuck you!

Break it up! Come on!

Get off me!

Hey, break it up!

Get off me, niFuck you!

Come on!I'ma kill your

Hey!
Get off me!

I don't care
about your gun!

Lima, this is Echo.
I repeat, what's your 20?

God, he punched me
in the nose.

Fuck!

Yo, what the fuck?

Fuck! Fuck.

Alpha, Bravo, this is Echo.

I need eyes on Lima.

Alpha, Bravo, this is Echo.

I repeat,
we need eyes on Lima.

Shit.

It was the wrong apartment.

What?You said 206.

No Valachi, just some cat
getting his corn ground.

The fucking paper says 208.

Guapo, what the fuck, man?What the fuck?

Yo, man, my eyesight.

I thought the fucking eight
was a six.

-Yo, did you get him?
-It's blown.

-Aww, shit.
-Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.
Let's go. Let's go.

Go.

Bro, I'm sorry.

Don't be nervous.

It's an honor
to be in your presence.

I believe you can providea great service for the Nation.

I'm just in training,
Dear Holy Apostle.

I have so far to go.

No, it's good
that you are new.

It's also good

that you come as the childof Malcolm's friend.

There are manyin the Chicago secretariat

who fear he covets my position
after I'm dead.

Messenger,
I've heard him speak about you

with humble respect
many times.

I didn't sayI agreed with those in Chicago.

They're just fearful of losingtheir royal privileges.

My concern is, his militantpolitics are at odds

with the core philosophyof our organization,

which is to convert the Negroto Islam, not the picket line.

And what service
can I provide?

If you accept, I'd like youto be my eyes and ears

within the wallsof Mosque Number Seven.

I want to know what Malcolm
is saying, doing,

and even thinking
at all times.

So, how's the
Higher Education Bill comin'?

Jack Kennedy wants24 separate provisions,

which offers some Dixiecrat24 chances to water it down.

I want it all in a single bill
with a bow on top.

Well, this Dixiecrat could see
supporting you on that.

Oh, would you make sure you get
those bags under my eyes?

In return for what?

With a million people
watching this hearing,

don't you think
you were a little rough?

Rough on who?

The Italian.Senator, please.

Valachi has implicated himselfin over 30 killings in New York.

I hardly thinkthat deserves puffballs.

I would look at
the bigger picture

rather than grilling him
about specific names.

So basically what you're sayingis, don't bust his balls.

Exactly.

Mr. Valachi,

have you ever traveledin the United States?

Ahh.

Arkansas, the great stateof my senatorial colleague.

You weren't in Arkansas incommission of a crime, I assume,

as Arkansas is
a very safe place.

Took my wife
to the hot springs.

How rejuvenating.

Have you ever taken your wifeto Kansas City?

Not that I recall.How about Des Moines?

Where is that,
Congressman?

That is in Iowa.

I never even heard of the place.

Yesterday, you spokeof a Mr. Vincent Gigante.

This apparentcriminal mastermind,

when served with a subpoena,
was deemed

by the Federal Bureauof Investigation

to suffermental-health issues

that preclude his testimony
here today.

Can you please tell
this committee

the name
of another person

who can further our knowledgeof the Five Families?

Well, sir

If not, may I remind you that
you could lose your immunity

which has been granted
for your testimony?

Mr. Valachi,
please answer the question.

Mr. Valachi,
please answer the question.

There's, uh
there's another man.

An inside man.

He's not Cosa Nostra.
He's not one of ours.

But he is a man
who's had relationships

with all Five Families
for over 30 years.

This inside man knows
where the bodies are buried.

What is the name
of this inside man?

I'll have to consult
with my lawyer

before I mention
his name.

members of Congress
and the Senate,

this hearing will adjourn
for a period of 15 minutes.

I came here to tell you,
face to face,

that obviously that fucking
snitch, Valachi, got away.

And now he's untouchable.
Got him at a military base.

I won't be able
to get to him.

You still owe me
300 large.

Come on, man.
You know I'm good for it.Fuck you. That's not the way
I do business.

Just give me a couple
of weeks, man.I'm not giving you
a couple of minutes, Bumpy.

This is bullshit, Frank.I got a solution.

I know the inside man.

How?

Well, I got my own
Federal stoolies.

Why should we believe you?

The Feds think you're
a mental case.

Better a nutjob in Bellevue
than a rat in Washington.

Okay, big shot.
Who is he?

Alejandro Villabuena.

A spic?Yeah.

Goes by the name
of Guapo Boricua.

Okay.

Then that's the guy
you got to whack.

We're about to close.

I'll be quick.

Can you suggestany good Negro music?

The hep cats tell meyou know what's swingin'.

Come back tomorrow, man.

I'm looking forthis one particular artist.

His name's Teddy Greene.

You know where
I can find him?

I didn't want to tell you
'cause I knew what you'd say.

In return
for canceling my debt,

I was supposed to take care
of Joe Valachi.

Come on.

You're pulling my leg.

Now they fucking want me
to take care...

of Guapo.

They have
some kind of information

that he's gonna testify at
the hearing and bury everyone.

Guapo would never gowith the Feds.

Betrayal never comes
from your enemies.

You always know
where they stand.

Guapo was there for methe whole time you were away.

He was there for Margaret.

He was.

You didan extra seven years in prison

out of respectfor
theircode of loyalty.

You follow that goddamn codebetter than they do.

I got my own code.
I don't care about them.

There is a word for loyaltythat only goes in one direction.

Stupidity.

Brother Minister.

Sister Elise.

I was just writing a letter
to Betty.

How was your meeting
with the Dear Holy Apostle?

It was...interesting.

I assumed
he wanted to know

if you'd go work with him
in Chicago?

I'm gonna stay here and continueto work with the addicts.

My allegiance is here,with you.

I'm happy to hear that.

Have a good night,
Sister.

Stella,
you gotta fucking move.

You can't
you can't do this.

It's him or me!

Or me.

You'll be killin' me, too,if you do it.

Your father ain't gonna rest
until he's dead.

Bumpy!

Hey!

It's past your bedtime,
man.

What brings you out?

Jorge,
get my man a ginger ale.

Dale.Come on.

Mm.

Salud, papa.

Yeah.

To you.
Mm-hmm.

Did you watchthose Valachi hearings today?

I don't watch
that bullshit.

It's all a circus
to get people to think

that the government's
fighting crime.

Fuck that.

Valachi talked about

an inside manwho wasn't in the family,

but was working with them
for 30 years.

It it could only be me...

or it could be you.

Ooh, wow.

Hmm.

The Feds.

They're gonna charge me
with narcotics, gambling,

prostitution,
a murder or two.

Them motherfuckers have my shit
jammed up pretty good.

So what'd you give them?

Look, what I said don't mean
shit till I testify under oath,

and I didn't I didn't I didn't say anything about you.

Nada, nothing.

I'm talking about
the guineas.

Who'd you give up
of the guineas?

Oh,
the whole fucking bunch.

Costello, Bonanno, Chin,
Profaci, all those guys.

That makes my life
a lot simpler.

And you know that
that debt that you owe Bonanno?

He ain't gonna need
that fucking money

in the Federal Pen,
you know?

Mnh-mnh.

I don't know, man.

I mean,
the thought of me

going to jail
for the rest of my life?

No, no.

They gave you immunity.

Blanket immunity.

That's good for you, man.Good for you.

You know, back in the old day
when you snitched, man,

that was a black mark
on your soul.

It's not like that, Bump.

Today, it's like
every man for himself.

You know what I'm saying?

Look, I would never
sell you out.

I would never do that
to you, Bump.

You gave us the wrong addresswhen we were going to Sunnyside

'cause you knewyou were gonna cut a deal.

You could have got
my men killed.

What the fuck, man?

You're right.

It's different.

Damn.

Hey, Ernie.

How you doing, Sister?

What's going on,
brother?

Johnson.

You fucked me badly

when you promised to give up
guinea names, and you didn't.

Leave me alone, man.

Just give me a moment.

You probably already know,

but an inside man was exposed
by Valachi today.

I've just been briefed
on who it is.

That so?

An old friend of yours and a
distant acquaintance of mine...

...Alejandro Villabuena,
better known as Guapo Boricua.

Guapo is a snitch?

Oh, he laid you out,
brother,

to save his own skin,

everything you've done
since Alcatraz.

He'll have to appear
at the hearings, of course,

but his testimony
will put you away for
the rest of your life.

And the Federal Marshals are outlooking for him now.

Why you telling me this?

Because...

that's what you get

when you fuck
with Adam Clayton Powell Jr.

We'll see you now.

Church on Sunday.

Okay?