Anthony Pastrumo, one of the big five Mafia bosses...
... in greater New York, is a strong family man...
... known as Papa at home, known as Baccala in the family.
- How he know that? - Go start the car.
Baccala has been known as Big Daddy of Brooklyn Vice...
... ever since his best friend choked on a bullet while dining with him.
Oh, my, Hail Mary, mother of God...
...pray for us sinners and blessed art thou among women. Amen.
Papa Baccala's establishment now seems threatened...
... like so many old American institutions, by the generation explosion.
Attacking crime in the streets of New York...
... Brooklyn DA Goodman expressed concern over the possibility of another gang war.
I am concerned over the possibility of another gang war.
If there is a gang war, it would be started...
... by Kid Sally Palumbo and his gang from South Brooklyn.
It would jeopardize the comforts accumulated for 40 years...
... since Baccala won his battle for power in the last Mafia war.
He lives in tranquil opulence...
... amid his art collection on a Long Island estate.
Every day he leaves his loving wife, and like all of us...
... hazards the risks of a highly competitive business world.
- Hey. - Hey.
The drive from home to office takes only 40 minutes...
... but it could be two different worlds.
Registered under the name of Joseph DeLauria...
... his politician front man and legitimate factotum...
- Hey. - Hey.
... Baccala's business empire is nestled near the Brooklyn docks.
The Lancer Trucking Company.
- Hey. - Hey.
The Lancer Manufacturing Company.
- Hey. - Hey.
The Lancer Printing Company.
- Hey. - The Lancer Fur Company.
- Hey. - Hey.
His executive vice president is the notorious gunman of the '30s...
... Francisco Santos, better known as Water Buffalo.
- Hey, Water Buffalo. - Hey.
Saint Anthony, let me make a good living today.
And listen up, please. I wanna tell you something.
Baccala, he's on your side.
So don't pay no attention to these creeps like Kid Sal.
What's the weather like on TV?
Don't no mind. You wear boots.
You know what?
You tell them you good people.
You no take no bullshit.
Can I use the mirror, just for a second?
Salvatore...
...you watch you ass.
- Got them. I got them. - Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, go get them, Sally Kid.
Yeah, tell that Baccala who we are.
- Yeah, she's wearing pants. - Yeah.
Angela!
What, you go to school like that?
- The whole world is short skirts. - Yeah, the whole world.
Saint Anthony protect.
- You know what to do, Sally. - I'll worry about Baccala.
- I got them! - Go get them, Sal.
Don't screw around.
Kid Sally Palumbo runs the Red Hook section of South Brooklyn...
... for his don, Baccala.
His lieutenants are Big Jelly Catalano, Tony the Indian...
... Ezmo the Driver, and a dwarf known as Beppo the Dwarf.
Hey.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey.
- Hey. - Damn it!
Hey. Hey.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey.
In the pecking order of the Mafia family...
... Kid Sally's gang makes collections for Baccala.
There's little money to collect in Red Hook.
That is why the district attorney fears another gang war.
You, sit here, okay?
- You sit here, okay? - I don't feel like sitting.
You sit.
I think I'm gonna stand.
What do you want?
- Do the right thing. - What's the right thing?
We gotta go around with guns with loaded bullets...
...and what do we get? You get everything, we get ungotz.
You shut up your face!
You old guys used to be million-dollar movie stars on the late show...
...and now you send your kids to West Point.
We go to West Point all right. Sing Sing West Point.
What's this? We gotta do deuces and treys in the can for you...
...and you leave your money for your kids.
You show some respect!
- I'm good people. - You no act like good peoples.
I'm good people, and...
And I'm good people, and I take no bullshit.
Okay.
So I do what's right.
What's right?
You and I now in business.
International World Championship...
...six-day bicycle race.
Make a lot of money. And patriotic too.
A bike race? What's patriotic?
The Italians best goddamn bicycle riders in the world.
You don't know that?
Oh, that? Yeah.
Sure, I know that.
Okay, now, Saint Anthony.
You see? Baccala has a big heart.
I give this creep one last chance for you.
Just for you.
Then that's all.
Okay?
Big, ain't it?
With seats and a track in the middle, it ain't so bad, maybe.
Oh, are these the plans?
Hey.
I keep forgetting to oil myself.
There we go. Thanks.
She acts up every time it rains. You see, it's the rust, the rust.
Well, it looks okay.
Anybody asks me, I say everything's coming along pretty okay.
Hi. You guys okay?
Okay.
- Yeah, now, well, make a nice track, okay? - Okay.
- Yeah, we got things to do. - Okay.
Yeah, we gotta get to the airport. The bike racers are coming in.
- DeLauria is gonna be there. - How about that?
- That's pretty freaking famous. - How come he gets all the headlines?
I gotta take a nap. All these goddamn details.
Will the bike racers...
... please report to Mr. DeLauria as soon as they clear customs.
Welcome.
Gentlemen, the committee. Mr. Peoria.
- Mr. Cirillo. - Pleased to meet you.
- Mr. Riccohona. - Pleased to meet you.
- Mr. Caraciolla. Mr. DiLorenzo. - DiLorenzo?
- Catanzia. You from Catanzia? - Catanzia, sì.
- Sì, Catanzia. - Me too. Me too.
Catanzia.
- I am from Catanzia. Mico. - Catanzia.
Father Marsalano, he give me your name.
- Father Marsalano? - Sì, Father Marsalano.
He give me your name on a list to get money for the orphan of Catanzia.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hey, welcome. Welcome. - Welcome to America.
- Hey, hey. Welcome to America. - Come on. Move it.
- Hey, hey, welcome, welcome. - Hey, come on, move it.
Hey, hey, how are you? How are you?
- Hey, Sally. Hey. - Hey, not me.
Hey, DeLauria.
Come up. Oh, come on, now.
Faster, faster! Around this line.
Stay away from me.
- Hey, wait up. Hey, you. - I never knew you.
- Knew who? - Get lost.
- Hey, who's captain of this bike ride? - Captain? You're a circus.
What?
- Hey. - Hey.
Get! Get!
- Hey, Tony. - Damn it.
Dirty rat. Damn, damn.
Damn, damn. Dirty rat.
Damn, damn, damn. Yes.
Dirty! Damn.
- Trantino, huh? Mario Trantino? - You're right in here.
Later. Later, please, later. Wait here.
Hey, here's $100. For incidentals, huh?
- Money, money. - Are you from Catanzia?
Money, money, money.
- Change. - That's a $100 bill.
- I don't know. - Thanks.
Smart-ass wop.
America, fantastic.
Mama.
Hey, hey.
Operator.
Hello, I want 2-3-6-1-5-9-8.
- You can dial that number yourself. - I can't. I am blind.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Do your own work.
Salvatore.
What you do?
What?
What you do if a bike rider is looking to rob you?
- How? - No matter how.
Only trust Christ and Holy Mother.
Anybody looks to rob me, I put them under the water.
Too late, after they rob you.
Who took my chocolate bar?
I wouldn't touch your goddamn chocolate bar.
- I left it there last night. - It was almost gone.
I only had one bite. Christ.
Is no good for teeth.
Salvatore?
You make sure no one robs you.
You lock them in the cages.
- How many bike riders we got? - Twelve.
Four, five, six, seven, eight...
...nine, 10...
- I only got 11. - That's right.
No kidding? Yeah, but we need 12.
Well, it's gotta be big enough for a guy.
We're starting slavery.
No, you can't have that cage. Not unless you take the lion with it.
Now we're home, baby.
- Look at the pussycat. - Hey, kitty.
- Here kitty. - Come on, baby. Come on.
- Come on, puss. - Come on.
- Come on, Beppo. - Come on.
- You get him out. - Me? Why me?
You'll make a snack for him, Beppo.
- Step on him. - Hi, pussycat. Hi.
What do you say, pal?
- Hey, give them the left, Bep. - Jump on him.
- Step on him. - Give him a little bite.
- Hey! - Hey!
Surround him! Surround him!
- Easy, easy. - Come on.
- Let's move on. - Come on.
Tony, get him off there!
- Don't scare him. - You're gonna get him madder.
- Get him, Beppo. - Easy, now, easy.
Where's he coming out, Bep?
Hey, help! Grab him!
Look out.
- Think they're cute. - The meat. Throw the meat.
Eat that, you mother.
- Look at that, eight pounds of meat. - Yeah.
Wait till we feed him people.
Holy Mother, I give thee thanks.
Who's seen the TV Guide? Anyone?
A girl should knock before they come in.
It was open. Christ, men.
You ever think anything like that about my sister...
...I’ll put your tongue on the third rail.
Hey, where'd you go?
I gotta talk to you.
Hey, will you..? Will you shut up and listen?
You listen to your brother.
- What? - Get dressed.
Fancy. For a party.
- What party? - For my bike race.
You go.
- I got better things to do. - So do I.
- What? - Nothing.
Look, you go, smart-ass.
- Why? - Because I say so.
You weren't invited, that's why.
Because Mr. DeLauria is ashamed to be seen in public with you, that's why.
I got the best thing I ever got going for me, and what do you know?
Wisecracks.
You find out it's time you're Kid Sally Palumbo's sister...
...and act like it.
You get up off you ass.
You get dressed pretty.
Maybe you meet nice Italian boy.
From Italy.
- Hey, this place ain't bad. - I'm not telling anybody.
- Hey. - It's our party, it's our bike race.
- Hey, you people can't come in here. - We don't need no invite.
It's all right, ladies and gentlemen. It's nothing. Don't worry.
I told you, go home. You're not supposed to be here.
Two bimbos? You can't come in here with them two.
I'm telling you, it's all right. My mother lets me.
- Now, the sister. - Let me get your jacket off.
- What are they doing? - Give me that jacket, you dumb fuck.
Come on, give me that jacket.
Well, hello. No, don't tell me, you're Angela.
- Angela who? - That's very funny.
Have you seen what we have to eat? Direct from the Della Palma.
I think there's a nice, quiet place over here.
Away from the noise. There's no crowd.
Hey, Mario.
Honey, I want you to meet Mario Trantino.
Hey, you all alone? That's no good.
Why don't you keep Mario company?
Am I supposed to make him buy me champagne?
She's got a great sense of humor.
My mother don't like me to get my shirt dirty when I eat.
Hide them. They're not supposed to be here.
You wanna go eat?
- Eat. You wanna go eat? - Yeah.
- Fifty cents, sir. - Here, I'll pay.
Nice.
Where you come from?
Calabria.
Most young people, they speak English?
- Young people, they go away. - Here?
- Here is hard. - Oh, I bet.
Must be a special something, you know?
If you win the bike race, is that "special something" enough?
Maybe.
World champion, what's specialer?
Money.
You want one?
- Oh, no, no, no. I pay. - No, no, no. I said, I said.
- I like American food. It's good. - Yeah.
What do you eat?
- Catanzia? - I meant...
- Chipmunk... - Still?
Yeah, yeah. And dandelion.
- That's not true. - No, that is true.
- No. - Yeah?
Yeah.
Listen, you go up. You go up. I go to Brooklyn.
Got change?
Change. I'll give you a token.
It's a token. You use it on the subway.
You go home now?
You have to race.
You come watch me, huh?
Yeah, sure.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
Taxi.
Everyone upstairs!
Come on. Come on, you bums.
Move it! All right, you foreign freaks.
Hey, come on, come on. Get your hands out of there.
You'll wrinkle the suit.
Everybody in the cages. Let's go.
Come on, come on. In the cage. In the cage, you bum.
Hey, come on, right this way.
- Very American. - Come on in.
Get in there.
What the hell is this?
It's not ready. Hey.
- Hey. - He won't move the motor pool.
- How can they finish this thing? - I don't do woodwork.
Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, there'll be no race tonight.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, the race will be delayed.
You'll receive rain checks for Joseph DeLauria's...
... World Championship Bike Race for some other night...
... soon as it can be arranged with the management and the carpenters.
I'll kill the creep.
I'll kill him.
Salvatore!
You gotta watch your ass.
Let's get out of here before Baccala comes.
I should kill you, creep. All of you.
You're out of business.
What you're gonna do is be my chauffeur.
And that's all you gonna do, creep.
You drive me to lunch.
You wait outside.
When I finish lunch, I come outside.
Then you drive me back here.
Every day you drive Baccala.
And that's all you do, creep.
Or else you are dead, creep.
Your plane leaves Kennedy at 4 p.m.
Your bus leaves East Side Terminal...
Is there a Mario Trantino registered here? He's one of the Italian bike racers.
No, they've all checked out. Checked out.
- Hey. - They said you already checked out.
- Why didn't you leave a message? - No, I didn't know you come.
- Going home? - No, no, I stay.
Some place, not here.
Because they want the deposit after 1.
- Where? - I don't know.
Come on.
- Seventy-five bucks a month for this? - A month in advance.
You should be ashamed. Okay, you pay the gas and the electric.
- What name do you want on the mailbox? - Trantino.
Mr. and Mrs.?
- Any business of yours? - Couldn't care less.
- I have to go. - Oh, too bad.
- School. I'm late. - Oh, I'm sorry.
- You'll be okay? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
- You know people? - You.
- That's all? - I know name.
Very many name to call from Catanzia.
For Father Marsalano.
For the orphanage. For the orphans.
I promise him.
There's a Laundromat up the block.
And around the corner, on Avenue B, there's a supermarket.
Thank you.
I have to run.
- Christ. - Bye-bye, huh?
Bye.
Hey. Hey, you come again, Angela, soon.
Yeah, soon.
- Hey, Angela, Angela. - What?
Do you have a 10-cent piece for the telephone box?
Yeah.
Thank you.
- We gotta kill Baccala. - We start with Water Buffalo.
So you wanna kill Water Buffalo?
Listen, I tell you how is best.
Yeah? Yeah?
I'm late. Christ. Can you give me a lift?
- Where are you going? - Ocean Parkway.
Oh, forget it.
Every night...
...he park his car on Ocean Parkway...
- Right. ...in the same place.
Come on. Come on, that's it. Kick it in.
- Terrific, terrific. - I'm doing it.
It's okay. You watch your ass, dear.
Good morning. He looks fine today.
Who could shoot if they could hit a baby?
The only guy I know who'd do that's Water Buffalo.
Bitch.
Shoot him in the shoes.
Come on.
That dirty rat fink.
These are $110 Footjoys.
Well, these are 120-buck Johnson Murphies.
Where is he?
Boy, are we in trouble.
We could say we got him. We come back tonight and hit him again.
Yeah, yeah. Wait a minute. Ezmo ain't deaf.
He can hear nothing when it happens. Come on.
Just like that.
Yeah, just exactly.
- Yeah, what else? - I heard about a dozen shots.
We saw blood all over the wall.
Dripping. And brains too.
Water Buffalo got no brains. How'd they look?
Like lobster eggs with Fra Diavolo sauce. That's the brain.
Would I lie?
No bodies.
Nothing in the Daily News.
No murders in the news.
A murder ain't in the Daily News, ain't no murder.
- What's this? What do..? - Maybe nobody look yet.
Sally, maybe he's waiting to see if we do something stupid.
It could be.
If that's what it is, it better be.
I don't feel good.
I'm scared, Joey.
You don't believe me, huh? Your own brother.
Hey, you was there.
I'll never forget the blood. I told you we bombed that rat fink.
Well, there ain't enough left of Water Buffalo to make a ghost out of.
- Hey! Hey! - Water Buffalo!
- Hey, they got Toregressa's wife. - You know it.
The best professional mourner in South Brooklyn.
- It fits him good. - Him?
No, we... We are twins.
It's a rare compliment indeed, an Italian priest who prefers our clothes.
Really, the way they're always raving about Roman tailors.
Now, what is your brother's address?
No, no, no. I'm going to take with me.
No, I can't. You see, our policy.
We just never give our clothes to anyone but a priest or a nun.
With all these imposters, you understand?
Yeah, of course.
It's a pleasure to serve someone who respects tradition.
The trousers.
- Do you have a vestment? A priest's..? - A vestment?
Oh, yes, certainly, Mr. Marsalano. Yes.
We're old-fashioned.
Reactionary even, and proud of it.
You know, I actually saw two nuns buying off-the-rack in Klein's Basement.
Seriously, that kind of thing could put us out of business entirely.
Come in.
Where'd you get all this?
People help me.
- Where do you sleep? - It does no matter.
It might.
Splinters, I mean.
Do you wanna go eat Chinese?
So tell me.
- With the orphans? - I meant...
- Yeah, it goes okay. - Oh, what? You go home then?
No, no, I stay.
How?
In some way, but...
- I stay. - I hope.
Kid Sally, this is my cousin. Willie Quarequio from Wilmington.
- Hey. - Hey.
Quarequio means "happy death."
So nothing bad can happen to me, because I'm gonna have a happy death.
So don't worry. Here, watch this.
I'm gonna blow this up now.
Hey, you do it with a radio, huh?
In-freaking-credible.
It's as simple as changing television programs, ain't it, Willie?
- Exactly. - Yeah.
We'll change the channels for Baccala. From living to dead.
I just slip this under the car, and you push this button.
That's all.
And it rains Baccala all over Brooklyn.
Don't fool with the radio. Don't push the button.
Okay, okay.
Sergeant, there's a guy here...
Funny, he was here just a minute ago.
He loaned me cigarettes when we were kids together.
Three. They got three, and we ain't even on the scoreboard.
- We gotta get one back. - I hope he had a happy death.
- Get Baccala. - We need somebody right now.
- You handle it, Tony. - He owed me 8 bucks.
We just go slow. So far, it's nice.
Them other punks, they run around, they figure they're cowboys.
We just to go slow and we get every one of them.
And I strangle Kid Sally personal.
So long, Tony.
You want..? You want me to contribute, eh?
I know priests.
Well, a little contribute, no.
A big contribute, yes.
I got all ready, all ready.
Oh, yes. I got right here.
See, I got all stamped and addressed to Father Marsalano.
And I got 10 bucks in each one.
So that if we lose one, we don't lose all the money, see?
- I got. - No, no, no, I mail.
Hey, excuse me?
Father Marsalano, he said that we walk to the mailbox together.
Oh, yes, yes.
Together, yes. You watch, I mail.
Hey.
So, it's okay, okay. It's okay.
Me write.
This is my good friend, Baccala.
You go and see him.
You call me up. I fix.
Hey, Padre.
Goodbye, Padre.
Laviano's gone. Baccala won't meet him now.
Let's go.
You now, I know that priest from somewhere.
- They all look alike to me. - Yeah?
Son of a bitch.
I get you out. You go up.
I knock you ass off.
Oh, mama, you get up.
When you're broke, you're a joke.
You tell him we want our money, Sally.
Hello, Morton the Gambler?
What's doing, pal?
I won't mention who this is by name in case my phone is bugged.
Listen, Morton, don't you wanna see me with something?
Two hundred of yours. And we make the collections.
You gave it to who?
He gave it to Baccala.
Now we're gonna freaking starve to death, the bum.
Somebody's gotta housebreak that lion. Christ, this is a disaster area.
Jesus.
I never dreamt of the lion going to the bathroom.
It smells so bad, I can't see.
It's like tear-gas with teeth.
Get your foot up, Big Jelly.
Come here, you bum.
Come here.
- He'll give out heart attacks. - He'll get us the collections.
First, he needs a bath.
Come on.
- Come on, baby! - Get going.
- Come on, what a baby. - That's it, come on.
Come on.
All right. Hey, Ezmo, look out for your shoes.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Hey.
All right, all right.
Yeah, I'm starting to put things together.
Well, I hope so. I'm tired of going to funerals.
I am with you.
Baccala could give you a little and me a little, and never feel it.
But...
Gesundheit.
Fill it up.
Yell. Scream. Shout.
But don't get physical. Don't get physical.
Nice little pussycat.
- Are we friends? - We're friends, you... Buddy.
Friends.
Hey, while you're up there...
While you're up there, get me 10 pounds of Grade-A steak.
Yeah, honey. Now, you stay right there, honey.
That's right. Don't move, honey.
Really friends.
- Come on, baby. Come on. - Good boy.
Come on, come on, baby.
- That's right. - Give him the bag of meat.
- Put the bag of money on the table. - Yeah.
- Here's the meat. - Good boy.
Here, give me the meat. Here you go, baby.
Hey, did you see?
Did you see me? When they hear what I'm doing to old Baccala...
They'll line up to kiss your tail longer than a two-dollar window at the track.
Bad bet.
At Baccala's funeral, they line the streets, hats off.
- Only it ain't for Baccala. It's for me. - Yeah.
Riding in an open convertible right behind the hearse.
- Yeah. - Kid Sally Palumbo, new boss of the outfit.
- Yeah. - All right. Right.
- Let's count the moneys. - Yeah.
- Oh, my God, meat. - Oh, crap.
Hey.
- He's eating the freaking money. - Thanks a lot.
In an exclusive interview with M.E. Landsman...
... veteran underworld reporter...
... Sergeant DiNardo of the NYPD Organized Crime Special Attack Unit...
... pointed out that the murder victims had police records.
- Shit. - Gesundheit, dear.
Do you know how many people die from rat bites and tenement fires?
- No, dear. - I am up half the night...
...doing something about the ghettos. What hits the headlines?
Hoodlums who spare us the expense of burying them.
What? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm listening to this thing in Brooklyn.
Isn't that terrible?
Get me Commissioner McGrady.
- This is the mayor. - Of course, dear.
Can you believe it? He called before breakfast.
Who is it, Moe Landsman?
Listen, if they wanna shoot each other up...
...God bless them all.
Can't they do it in Jersey?
It's this punk, Sally Palumbo.
He's pushing Baccala.
Well, get on it. Get the mayor off my back.
You no take no bullshit.
- What could I tell you? - What could I tell you?
- I don't understand.
- What? - I don't understand.
- What? - I don't under...
- What? What? - I don't understand!
- You mean you don't wanna talk. - I don't know what you're talking about.
About your brother's business.
I don't know.
It doesn't seem fair.
Nice girl like you...
You got a right to know what kind of murdering bastards you come from.
That's Kid's sister.
Would you believe, a college student?
She's a pretty girl. The media will be pleased.
- Now, there she comes. - She's coming.
There she is. There's Angela.
Coming down the steps. See if I can interview her.
Have you ever been arrested? We just wanna hear the other side.
- I want to interview you myself. - Are you gonna be there with him?
Angela. Angela.
Kid Sally Palumbo's kid sister, Angela, isn't saying anything.
Typical of the kind of reception we've had from these people.
We're going back inside, Sandy.
You don't keep anything to eat?
No.
Get dressed.
I mean, I can't leave you here like this.
Come home and get something to eat with me.
Home?
Oh, and if anybody asks you, remember you ran into me after school, okay?
The Brooklyn police rounded up the Kid Sally Palumbo gang...
... in a lightning midnight raid...
... in what crusading Brooklyn DA Goodman described...
... as an all-out war to free the city of Mafia control.
In the rain, during the early hours of the morning, our TV camera caught...
... these rare shots of Angela Palumbo, a student at NYU, sister of Kid Sally...
... sometimes rumored to be the link between the Palumbo gang...
... and underground campus terrorists.
I make him watch while I shoot her. Punk.
Kid Sally's comment to the media was eloquent though illiterate.
His lieutenants had little more to add to what their captain had said.
Hey, where's me?
- Oh, there I am. - Way to go, Beppo!
You were very good.
The only extended statement...
... came from the long-time matriarch of the waterfront Mafioso...
... Big Momma Ferraro, grandmother of Angela and Salvatore Palumbo.
Come on, come on, let's go.
I told him good.
You rotten, maligno bastard.
You Jew, son in a bitch, monkey cop.
You * * * * * * * *!
I no say "bleep." Is a lie.
I no say "bleep." I say, "You, you're sucker!"
I know, I know.
Where you been?
This is Mario Trantino.
He's one of the boys who came here for the bike race.
- How do you do? Pleased. - Pleased, pleased to you.
How do you do, please.
You sit.
I change. I'm gonna change.
That guy is a fake priest on a make for your sister.
- Who fake priest? - Where's Ezmo the Driver?
Me and him seen him in his priest suit by Dominic's.
We could've touched him.
- Priest, huh? - Hey...
What's going on here? Call Angela.
- Mama, please, please. Angela. - I got him, I got him.
Come on, come on.
Give me his hand.
I cut off fingers a priest gets anointed.
Hold his hand.
Pull his fingers out.
- You leave hand there. - Someone call the police.
Stop it.
No, no, no.
Put it on the table.
No, no. Please, please. No, no.
I never touch. On my mother's grave, I never touch.
That means he touch.
Put it on the table, and I cut it off.
Look, look, look.
I get money for church orphan. Look, I got the name.
Dominic Laviano, he give me name.
Baccala. He give me name.
Hold it. Hold it.
- You got money from Dominic Laviano? - Yeah, I send to Catanzia.
This Baccala...
...you are close?
Dominic Laviano, he fix to meet.
This is a good boy, Angela.
Calabrese ain't Sicilian, maybe, but it's good blood.
Sit.
Dominic Laviano fix you to meet Baccala?
Good.
- You meet. - I meet.
- You meet, we shoot. - I no meet.
Wait.
Listen, no shoot.
- What? - Kidnap Baccala, get the moneys.
- He's got? - A whole roomful.
- Forget the money. Shoot. - Get the moneys, then shoot.
Okay.
- You meet? - You meet.
We no shoot.
You no meet, we shoot...
...you.
I meet.
We need license plates...
...and new sign for truck...
...clean guns...
...and nice white coats for deliver fish.
You hear me, Salvatore?
All these details drive me crazy.
- Is detail make sauce... - Make the sauce rich, I know.
Look, stealing license plates is Beppo the Dwarf's department.
Stealing guns department is Junior and Jerry the Booster.
And Big Jelly takes care of everything I forgot to mention.
All right? Now you know what to do. So go do.
Or do I gotta do everything myself?
I've gotta relax so I can think clear.
That's my department.
We snatched the bartender. They're expecting you to fill in.
Your name's Scuderi. Here's 500.
A thousand more in three days.
Here's the Mickeys.
Make sure Baccala's guys drink them...
...and make sure they're out cold when we get there.
It better be right, baby.
Three, three.
Can I help you fellas?
Not right now.
Oh, here's the padre. He's coming. Yes.
Hi, Padre. This is my good friend, Baccala.
I mean, Signore Anthony Pastrumo Sr.
- This here is... - Don Mario Trantino.
Don Mario Trantino.
Please, sit, Padre.
Well, now I will bless this table and all who eat at it.
- Amen. - Amen.
Now...
- You say one prayer more. - Certainly, certainly.
You say a prayer that all peoples who don't like Baccala will get cancer.
- You like shrimp and clams oreganata? - Yes, yes, we like.
- You like? - Oh, yes, I like.
- Then we have spaghetti alla Carbonara. - All right, all right.
- Then we have veal alla Marsala. - Good.
- Good? - Good.
- And for vino... - Soave Bolla.
Soave Bolla.
How about you boys?
- No. - Better chill another one, huh?
- You hear my confess? - Oh, yes, yes.
When you hear this confess you give me absolution.
Oh, absolutely, absolute, yes.
Now, if in this confess, I no tell you everything...
...you still put me in heaven?
Guarantee?
A man of such bearing no tell. This don't mean you lie.
You know, maybe you just forget, huh?
Young priests, they're the best. They're the best.
These old geepos, they say, "Baccala, you go away."
Besides...
...I just peek up this little girl's dress. I no touch.
Oh, well, you are a man of honor.
Fish.
These bullets sure fit tight. For bullets.
Those bums are still sitting in the window. What the hell's he doing?
Hey.
Give me a screwdriver.
- Hey, give me one too. - Right. Right.
All right, punks. Now, bottoms up.
Come on.
Bring the glasses down to the bar slowly.
Keep your hands on the bar.
And no tricks.
Why don't you watch where you're going.
- Hey, get rid of her. - Go bother someone else, lady.
- When I finish. - Come on, we're working here.
- Come on. - Black bitch.
- Yeah. - Nigger whore.
- Yeah. - Fat cop.
You know, you should've been a cop. Yes.
Because your father is a police dog, you fat mother...
No, no, no!
A miracle!
- What happened? - The freaking gun broke.
Damn.
Move over.
Shoot him in the teeth.
Don't shoot. I wanna have some fun with this one.
A miracle!
Oh, I love you.
A miracle, yes! Fantastic!
Fingerprints. I want it clean, I want it neat, I want it thorough.
- Witnesses? - Yeah.
- A miracle. What can I tell you? - You didn't recognize Palumbo?
No, I swear before my confessor.
And you, Father?
What could I tell you?
What they're trying to tell you is...
...they know confessions are privileged.
- Look... - We was in the little boys' room.
We was in the little boys' room.
All right, what did you see?
See, what? What I can see like this?
You think I got eyeballs in my asshole?
Give me a piece of rope.
I'm gonna get something out of this freaking day.
Come on.
He's having a freaking heart attack.
- Freaking rat lion killed him. - Just when we were gonna say something.
This guy was never any fun in his whole life...
...and he just proved it.
Well?
I just got the most incredible idea how we could do it...
...so as Water Buffalo would enjoy it himself even.
He's gonna be the first guy to ever come off the Verrazano Bridge.
Thank you. And God bless you, my children.
Hot damn, that little priest's a real pistol.
Hey, I made a miracle. I made a miracle.
- I know. - Oh, no, I did. I did, you know.
- I know. - No, I was so scared I was praying.
- Yeah? - Yeah, I was praying to Saint Christopher.
- Then I remember he's no saint. - Yeah, but he made a miracle.
Oh, yeah. And also, you know, Baccala is going to give me lots of money.
- Oh, sure. - Yeah, no, no.
See, because he tell me a secret telephone, you know?
Oh, listen, Mario. Listen.
Big Momma said, "No play the priest no more."
Take care.
If Kid Sally knew, Baccala, the FBI, or Immigration...
My greenhorn, if they don't kill you, they'll send you home.
So look, you come too.
You know, tomorrow, Baccala...
...he going to give Mario a whole room full of money, you know.
So tomorrow, we go back to Italy...
...we become rich, we become famous American turista, huh?
I wish.
Maybe. But I don't know.
My greenhorn.
God knows what you really know.
Did you bring the priest's clothes with you from Italy?
No.
Leased?
I leave a home that's no home. I come here for a race that's no race.
What do I do? You know all I want.
Money.
No, no, no. To stay.
You know, you have eyelashes as long as a girl's?
I wonder what a room full of money look like.
Like a bank.
- Hey, you guys all right? - He just drank too much.
What could I tell you? It's out of my jurisdiction.
I don't know if it belongs to the harbor patrol...
... or Staten Island or Manhattan. I don't know.
Hello?
No, this is his wife.
It's up to the mayor now.
This drops it squarely in the lap of Gracie Mansion.
Oh, Mr. Goodman, could he call you back, please.
Well, well, he's in the bathroom.
Throwing up, I think.
Wait. Listen, go back.
- Wait. I come soon, eh? - I can't.
There's so much trouble. I have to go home. I have to.
- No, no. Go home no more. - I don't know.
I don't want you with the trouble. Nevermore.
Wait.
You buy something if you need, okay?
- Hey, I'm taken. I'm taken. - Hold it, Mario, police officers.
Come on, Mario. Come on.
After weeks of bloodshed on the streets of New York...
... the mayor is about to bring the forces of authority into action against the Mafia.
Tactical units of the Police Department are converging on a small street...
... on the South Brooklyn waterfront.
Somewhere on that street, the infamous Kid Sally Palumbo Gang is lying in wait.
The gang, which declared war on the streets of Brooklyn...
... against the forces of gang boss Anthony Pastrumo, a.k.a. Baccala.
Somewhere on that street is Sandy Vanocur...
... ready to describe the day to you.
It's a beautiful day for the raid here on the South Brooklyn docks.
In the background, you can see the Verrazano Bridge...
...where Water Buffalo was first buried.
Marshall Street this morning looks like a Western street...
...on a television-studio backlot just before the final shootout.
Crusading DA Goodman had scheduled the raid...
...on Kid Sally's headquarters for 9:00...
...but one major television network has been held up.
Gallagher, our watches still running?
Yep. Yeah.
- Will you give us a break? Back up. - No, no, that's all right.
You know, if we wait much longer, Baccala will beat us to it.
Goddamn it, I got a lunch date with the mayor.
I was hoping to hand him Palumbo's head on a platter.
They're coming now.
Oh, thank God. Let's get this show on the road.
All right, men, don your equipment.
Keep yourselves separated.
Let's move!
It's clearing up here and the rains seem...
...to have washed away some of the shipyard smog.
I think we're just about ready... Yes, yes.
The police juggernaut is moving in.
Assistant Chief Inspector Cornelius Gallagher...
...will probably carry the ball for the police...
...but we don't have any inside information from the Kid Sally group.
I have here a warrant for the arrest of Salvatore, a.k.a. Kid Sally, Palumbo...
...Mrs. Catherine, a.k.a. Big Momma, Ferrara...
...and 55 John Does.
I command all those mentioned by name to surrender peacefully...
...or be prepared to face the consequences.
Here, you better have this.
Don't move! Don't move!
All right, don't move! Don't move! Hey, don't move!
Don't move. Stay right there. Don't move. Put your hands up.
Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move.
Didn't your mother teach you to knock?
- Advise them of their rights. - Rights?
- I wanna see the DA. - I'm the DA.
- You don't look like a DA. - All right, come on, come on.
Come away, Kid. Let's go, come on.
For the sake of our viewers, I wonder if we could have...
...a repeat of you charging in the office without your mask.
- This way, people could see who you are. - Oh, right on.
My name is not John Low, dummy.
I wanna see my lawyer.
Tell me, what is that?
Marijuana. I'm allowed.
I'm a high school student.
Carry me, daddy.
Anytime you're ready, Mr. Goodman.
Palumbo!
Go get him, Sally.
Kid Palumbo.
What's the matter?
Come here, you bum.
Let's go, come on. Let's get up.
Let's go.
Come on, attaboy. That's right, go on.
All right.
- Did you advise him of his rights? - Of course.
- You don't want a lawyer? - I don't know.
You can make one phone call.
- Mr. Baccala. I want to call. - Later. Later.
He's attending a funeral at the moment.
You got a passport?
Do you want the sister as a defendant?
You're goddamn right I want her. She's great for the media.
I might even be able to link her up with student violence.
All right, you got her.
Put him in front of the grand jury.
I'll have to offer him immunity.
You can pay his fare home as far as I'm concerned.
You're in serious trouble, Mario Trantino, do you know that?
Inspector Gallagher here wants to put you in jail.
Jail.
- Me? For what? - Impersonating a priest.
Conspiring to commit murder, grand theft, perjury, you name it.
What must I do?
Tell the truth.
That's all.
Mario...
...you like America?
- Wanna stay? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, that's what this country stands for.
It's a place where people can speak the truth without fear.
One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all.
Yeah.
Mario...
...you know what a grand jury is? - No.
Well, the way it works is, we'll go into a room where nobody can see you...
...and you tell the jury the truth.
- Who know what I say? - Nobody.
You, me, and the jury.
Grand jury testimony is secret.
- Like a confession is privileged? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, pretty cute.
Hey, what about Angela? She get into trouble?
Did she help plan the murder?
Let me be frank.
If you agree to do this...
...we have a right to expect complete honesty.
Don't we?
- Hi. - Who?
- You know. - Let's go.
Mario.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
This is Mario Trantino...
...a professional bicycle racer from Catanzia, Italy.
Mario, do you know Angela Palumbo?
No, no, relax. Answer in English.
What are you saying to me?
Ladies and gentlemen, he speaks English perfectly well.
Well, he said "mother." I know that.
I thought this was to be a cooperative witness, Mr. Goodman.
You can go home now. No grand jury.
- Why? - I guess somebody changed his mind.
- Who? - My guess is your boyfriend.
What's that supposed to mean?
Your boyfriend refused to testify against you.
He got thrown out of the country. Five o'clock... out on the first plane.
And Goodman lets you go. Figure it out.
Is there a Mario Trantino on a Rome flight today?
- Trantino? - Trantino.
No, I'm sorry. Why don't you check with Pan Am?
- Pan Am? - It's over there.
- Excuse me? - Yes, sir. Just a minute, please.
Is there a Mario Trantino on a Rome flight today?
- Trantino? - Trantino.
Just a moment.
Nobody sees this guy.
Mario.
Look, why don't you go to the observation deck?
And don't say I said anything.
Another day in the city of New York:
One full-grown male lion loose on the streets...
... a successful raid by New York's Finest...
... a grand-jury hearing, and the deportation of an Italian bicycle rider.
Go start the car.
This morning, the entire Palumbo mob...
... pleaded guilty to conspiracy to murder Brooklyn.
They were sentenced to a year apiece in jail.
Oh, my, Hail Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners. Amen.
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