We gotta know we can trust each other.
So you're, uh, you're getting married?
There's this Yiddish expression:
"A wedding is like a funeral, but with musicians."
The reception...
should be an excellent business opportunity.
Meyer, what, uh, what if I'd said yes about Anna?
Oh, that you wanted to shtup her?
Yeah. What if I'd said that?
- I would've killed you. - You would've tried to kill me.
Oh, no. I would've done it.
All right. Let's just say...
for friendship's sake that we're both equally strong.
And we both would've died.
Okay, for friendship's sake,
I'll-I'll say this.
Even if it ain't true.
Smile.
Oh, God.
I'm gonna get sick from this goddamn wine.
Why don't we get some Corvo or something like that?
Excuse me, Mr. Siegel.
Have you met my daughter, Rachel? No, I haven't.
She was voted the prettiest girl in school.
Very pretty. She's not a bad cook, either.
Oooh, that's important.
They got those things called "kreplach."
That's like ravioli. And they got this thing...
called a "blintz." It's like manicotti.
I love manicotti. Yeah, right here.
Then they got that. That's matzo balls.
It's like a big hunk of soggy bread.
Oh, God, that looks like brains. Yes.
Oh, no, I don't want that. Charlie?
How's family business?
It's up 35 percent since I came on.
Ahh, that's good.
See if you can get someone to get me...
some of that, uh, ravioli crap. I got some.
Prohibition... ain't gonna last forever. Yes.
We're gonna go with booze and smokes best we can.
I got this... crazy idea.
- The big plan is this. - We're gonna take the unions.
- The unions. - Garment workers.
- The longshoremen. - Not just New York unions.
- Chicago. - The whole fucking country.
- The West Coast. - What are you gonna do about...
Don Masseria? He's an old man.
- Masseria? - What are you worried about?
- I just wanna run things. - I'm not worried.
- A little more control. - You gotta watch your back.
Masseria? What should we do about him?
I think it's very tricky. Yeah?
You should consider many things with him.
You have something in mind, I hope? Yes, we do.
Rothstein's behind it.
Then Rothstein must die.
Cash, money, unions. I see what you're doing.
If I see, Masseria sees.
Everybody dies, Charlie.
I know.
This thing'll blow up in your face.
When? I don't know.
You give me such naches.
Naches?
It's like pride, when a son makes his father proud of him.
Look at you! You're bigger than me now!
Eh.
When war comes, and it'll come,
the winner will be the one who gets his enemy to trust him.
How do I do that?
You save his life.
Crew's takin' steam tomorrow.
Boss wants you there.
Nobody's bigger than you, A.R.
Seven-card stud. Let me ask you something.
You ever dream about this game?
I do... every night... nightmares.
I got jacks up. I'm lookin' at kings up.
I got four aces. Oh, sh...
I'm looking at a straight flush. Oh, looky here, looky here.
Looks who's high, huh? A thousand.
Come on, come on. You in or out? I'm in.
It's my turn now. You in or out?
Are you in? Huh?
Hey!
What's the matter? Did I make a wrong bet?
Ohhh! My number two.
Sit down and get wet.
That was a beautiful wedding, huh?
Always makes me cry like a baby...
Young people madly in love.
Isn't it funny?
I mean, isn't it funny to hear...
things that you can't believe.
Like, I've been hearing, Charlie, you've been talking to people...
about the unions and all that dogshit,
horseshit, pigshit!
I'm just tryin' to make money, Joe... for you.
How come I ain't heard of it?
All the guys you was talking to...
thought you was talking to them, not me!
After all, I am your number two, right?
Holy Christ, screw 'em.
We could be bigger than theJews, bigger than the in'ish.
We could run the whole fucking country.
You could be the next John D. Rockefeller, if you let me do it for you.
See, Joe, it's what I told ya's.
It's terrible what happened to Rothstein, isn't it?
Yeah, fuckin' terrible.
He got hit in his own hotel room.
It's scary.
Who, uh... Who did it and why?
Who knows? Gambling debts, mad-dog killer.
Who knows, it's...
We're all shook up around here.
You know, Charlie,
you're a swell guy.
But from now on, you look the wrong way,
you fart in the wrong din'ection...
Joe, you're always complainin' I don't eat.
If I don't eat, how am I gonna fart, huh?
Yeah.
He's funny!
Yeah, he's funny.
I told ya's, five G's on Sonny Boy in the fifth,
five G's on Star in the sixth.
Off the phone. I'm makin' a bet!
Beat it!
Charlie, you know who hit Rothstein.
You gotta kill him.
I always said you was the one, Charlie.
But if you're gonna take him down,
get a price from Faranzano.
I, uh, always thought your loyalty was toJoe.
I loveJoe,
but this is business and Faranzano's gonna win.
And if you do this, you can write your own ticket.
How do we set the meeting?
I won't go to Brooklyn. He won't come here.
Pick a neutral territory.
Staten Island, Profaci's turf?
Perfect! I'll set it up.
Okay.
I always knew you was the one, Charlie.
It's likeJoe Profaci's invitin' me into his home.
Right. It's like a bar mitzvah.
Look, if you told me something because it was Jewish knowledge,
I'd say okay. But now you've gotta say okay.
This is between Italians. I've known Profaci 20 years.
I'm safe on his turf. When things are between Italians,
one of the Italians ends up dead.
Relax, Tommy Reina'll be there. Tommy's my pal.
Will you shut up? Listen,
at least take Bugsy and I along.
No, no. I take you guys, it's a sign of distrust.
I want Faranzano to trust me, huh? Charlie's right.
It's true, ain't it?
You changed. You're not listening to your friends.
Listen to you! You let Mad Dog Coll live.
He's already killed Rothstein, and who knows who's next!
You blame me for A.R.'s death. I don't blame you.
So what then? I make one mistake.
Suddenly you... you know everything.
Ah. Hey, you're gettin' a swelled head.
I see it. I do!
Meyer, don't ever point your finger at me.
Oh, excuse me, Mr. Bigshot!
Please, Charlie,
I need you alive.
I chose you as our leader, remember?
Remember that. You chose me?
That ain't what I remember. What I remember is,
you didn't have it. I didn't have it?
I didn't have what? I didn't have the guts?
I didn't have the brains? Don't make me say it, okay?
Fuck you. You got somethin' to say?
Fuck you! You fucking got something to say to me?
I could've let you die in the streets. Come on, say it!
That's your second mistake, you fuck.
Come on, Charlie.
Meyer, come on.
All right! All right!
Look, you're brilliant, okay?
But you ain't Italian. You don't understand Italians.
Without me, you don't last two weeks.
Yeah, because I would screw up some Sicilian!
Yeah. But you said it yourself.
I got it, whatever it is. Now I'm gonna use it.
You got it! You got what?
At least I've got the brains not to make a fatal mistake.
Anna. You care about her. You married her.
If you were out front, she'd get hit.
And as tough as you say you are,
you would never recover.
You see what I'm saying? Without me,
you are a loser.
Go on, then, Charlie. Kill yourself.
Bambino! It's been too long.
Profaci? I told him it was postponed to tomorrow.
He talks too much anyway.
This is just you and me, huh?
Thanks for setting this up, Tommy.
You're a pal.
Charlie, you understand business.
I'm a business man myself. I.R.S. Came last week.
Eighteen hours, they found nothing.
So, strictly business.
I hope you can appreciate some facts.
Conditions have changed.
Some people have gotten too powerful.
I'll take care of Masseria.
Personally. I want you to do it yourself.
That's not all, though. Lansky and Siegel.
I know you've always gotten along,
butJews, they're different.
You cross 'em one time, fight with 'em one time, and they're gone.
I know this. I've heard.
Heard what?
They're a different race... Jews.
You take Communion. I take Communion.
They don't even believe in sin, for Christ's sake.
They're gonna betray you,
just like they betrayed Jesus Christ.
You join my family,
they die.
No one will even know you approved.
Looks like I don't have a choice, do I?
No.
Either I agree to, uh,
kill my friends, or you kill me.
That's right.
I don't accept the choices.
Charlie, Charlie!
Tough little bambino.
He's got balls... Don't talk to me!
Rocco.
What is this loyalty?
Huh?
We're going to kill them anyway.
All this is for nothing.
Well? I don't bend over.
It's too hard to stand straight again.
Long run, short run,
you have no choice.
Salvatore... Don't start.
Tough guy, isn't he, Tom?
- Hi. - Hello.
How ya doin'?
I look beautiful, huh?
You look like shit.
It's good to see you with your eyes open.
Everybody's talkin' about you. They say it's a min'acle.
Fin'st time somebody got taken for a ride and lived.
I guess I'm just lucky. Yeah, lucky.
That's you, Lucky Luciano.
So what aboutJoe? Masseria.
He's confused.
He don't know if you're workin' for him or Faranzano.
He's gotta be pissed, but he ain't lifted a finger.
He can't figure out why Faranzano didn't kill you.
He needs me.
He can't get close enough to Masseria to do it himself.
He wants me to kill him.
- What's wrong with that? - Sicilian law, Benny.
Kill a don, you can't never be a don.
We have to start a war. Make those bastards fight each other.
The only way to do that is to kill somebody important.
Have 'em blame it on each other.
- Reina. - Tommy?
Faranzano will think Masseria ordered the hit 'cause Tommy changed sides.
The Bronx is at stake. He'll have to strike back.
You're talkin' about a friend of mine, Meyer.
Anybody touches Tommy...
No, it's done. It's not done.
Benny, Reina set me up.
When he went with Faranzano, the don made him pay a price...
me.
I just don't believe... I mean, Tommy would never...
Meyer, from now on, you and me, we gotta agree.
So if I start getting a swelled head, just shoot me.
It'd be a lot less painful.
Ahem.
You guys gotta get out of here.
Take care of yourself. See ya, Charlie.
See ya later, Frankie.
When the, uh, war comes,
you're gonna be in danger.
Danger's not for girls?
Maybe you oughta leave town for a while.
You don't understand anything, do you?
I'm with you now.
Okay?
Okay. Okay.
You get some sleep. Yeah.
Benny. Tommy.
Come here. How you doin', huh?
We gotta talk, Tommy.
Where's Short Stick?
It's his day off. He's at the dog track.
How's Charlie?
Charlie's tough.
Faranzano had no right! He had no fuckin' right!
If I'd have known, I'd have done something.
It wasrt your fault.
That's why I'm here.
I wanna show you there's no hard feelings.
I got somethin'. Take it.
Hey, what's this? Huh? Huh?
This was, I swear to God...
a friend of Frankie's pinched it...
the personal property... of Benito Mussolini.
- Il Duce. - Il Duce.
Oh, shit.
It's a nice gun.
We've been friends a long time, huh, Tommy?
A long time.
Yeah.
You know what Charlie always says...
how this is America... and everything is money.
Yeah, I think I, uh...
I think I may have heard that somewheres.
But this ain't money, Tommy. This is friendship.
This is too big to pay off the goddamn judges.
It's great that the bosses are trying to knock each other off,
but they can't seem to get the job done. Take it easy.
Then we'll have to do it for them.
Masseria? Yeah.
There's just one problem.
How do we get him to trust us again?
I know.
We save his life.
How's it goin', Joe?
How many times you gonna fuck me, Charlie?
I got eyes, I see. I got ears, I hear.
I even got a brain. Whatever you think,
I've already thought it... 10 times over!
So then why suspect me, huh?
Staten Island?
You were pissed at me, so I thought,
I'll tell Faranzano I'm gonna make a deal with him.
He admits it.
How else can I set a meeting with this guy?
How else can I get close to him?
There's one thing you haven't thought about.
I am going to kill Faranzano.
If I live, he dies.
That's what I went to Staten Island to do.
Obviously, uh,
it didn't work out as I planned it.
You got 48 hours to kill him.
Mr. Lucky Luciano!
You know, what's great is that there's no hard feelings.
L... I'll take you guys out to dinner tonight.
Where you wanna go?
Anyplace you wanna go. Anyplace you wanna go.
I mean, it's on me.
Frankie!
- Where's the car? - Staten Island.
You enjoyed Charlie gettin' tortured, didn't you,
you fucking shit. Yeah, but...
But you said all was forgiven.
It is.
Come on, Joe. Get away.
That's... 15 times.
I told you, Charlie,
they will never kill me.
Never.
By the way... thanks.
Ehi.
Sorry what I had to do.
Why do they call them king of beasts?
They don't hunt. They don't kill.
All they do is eat, shit and fornicate.
Just like some fat people I know.
Let's talk business.
The only way I can kill Masseria is if you lose the war.
Masseria has to think he's won.
I give you a week.
One more thing.
Don't ever, ever touch my friends.
Your lives will be your own.
Let's go.
Hey! Ha, ha!
We did it, huh?
We did it!
Aaah!
We won!
I knew we would, Joe.
So, when do we wipe out Faranzano?
This week? Next week?
Next year. What's the hurry, huh? Right.
Let the fucker sweat. Right.
It looks good. Not bad. Wait.
Try this. Salsiccia. Mmm.
Tell me something, Joe.
What do you love, huh?
What do I love? What kind of question is that?
Conversation while we eat. What do you love?
I love food.
I love pussy. You know.
Young pussy.
But, uh,
most of all, I love to destroy people.
Anybody? The bigger the better.
But... anybody.
Makes me feel... good.
There's something I've been meaning to ask you about your nephew.
He was a pal of mine. Your namesake, right?
Yeah. He was a...
good kid.
Yeah, he was.
You forgot this, but I was there the day he got killed.
On the street? Yeah.
You see, I've been wonderin'...
why'd you kill your own blood, huh?
Some kind of family dispute.
I don't remember.
We're family, ain't we?
Yeah.
Family, huh? Mm-hmm.
I gotta take a leak.
Joe, this ain't number 16.
Come on.
My friends! Honorable men!
I welcome you today as your Caesar.
The boss of all bosses!
Capo de tutti capi.
To give impartial leadership,
I have turned over my interests to other members of my family.
In return, I will receive a fain' share of the proceeds...
from all the families across the country.
From now on, we will be divided into five families,
and the capo from each family...
will report to me.
Mr. Thomas Gagliano.
Mr. Joseph Bonanno.
Mr. Joseph Profaci.
Mr. Vincent Mangano.
And Mr. Charlie Luciano.
Who will supervise the entin'e operation...
under my din'ection.
Now I ask you to come forward and pay respects,
not to me,
but to the office I hold.
Dei gratia et iatalorum...
in volutate.
Grazie.
Grand'onore.
It's a great privilege, Don Faranzano.
Excuse us.
Ready for this? Faranzano brought in Coll...
to ice you.
What?
Know what we have to do?
Have a good day, Mr. Coll.
You guys are so stupid!
The problem is... I don't feel it.
All this blood, I don't feel a thing.
The way I see it, we got two problems:
Getting past his outer guards and having him invite us into his office.
I could pay some cop to kill him.
Give me the money and I'll do it. No, no.
Brains, not brawn.
This is somethin' we need to do ourselves.
Pride... that's his weakness.
Don't people say you look more like a bookkeeper than a gangster?
So, you look like a second baseman!
You see, Faranzano's the only mug I ever heard brag...
about being audited by the I.R.S.
He came out clean, so he figures his shit don't stink. Right?
His shit don't stink. So?
Seeing as how he enjoyed the experience so much,
why don't we give it to him again?
I'm scared.
Huh?
I'm scared.
Everything I want...
is right here. All I have to do is take it.
Morning. Mmm.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Name it, Frankie. Anything.
Whatever the department can do.
The body goes out covered.
So far as the press knows, it's Charlie.
You got it.
Hey, Benny.
Those bastards! They'll pay.
It's like you told me, Charlie.
If you loved her...
it was a mistake.
You gotta come out of it, Charlie.
This is the moment.
This is the test.
They're the ones who made the mistake.
Shut up and give me the don.
Don, Don, Don. You got the dough?
- Charlie's dead? - Deep fryin' in hell.
You want the other three to join him?
Come on over.
I'll pay you for this. Give you instructions.
I'll be over.
Mad Dog Coll's coming over to get paid.
When he walks in, put him on ice.
My pleasure.
Here's my key. 312.
Yes, absolutely.
Mr. Coll, I sent your room service.
It must be on its way. I don't know.
You don't know if it's on the way up?
I'm sorry, Mr. Coll. Give it to me again.
I want two eggs up. I want a rasher of bacon.
I want a pot of coffee, black. And I want it now!
Right now, or I'll...
Room service.
It's about time.
Bring it in.
What's your handle? Because...
I wanna talk to your boss, that's why.
I just want your undivided attention.
Son of a bitch!
Oh, my God. Jesus!
I.R.S. Raid. Get goin'.
I said, get lost! Now!
Anybody else got any bright ideas?
Now, beat it!
Nice work, Cliff. Okay.
Mr. Faranzano? It's the I.R.S. Again.
Show them in.
Don't even think about it.
Hey, you want it in the eyeball?
Drop it! Heaters on the floor! Now!
Siegel, drop it!
All right, Lansky, over there.
You too, Costello... over with your Yid friends.
Ah, this is pretty.
- Kill 'em! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How much is it won'th?
Anything! Hundred grand!
- You don't like yourself much. - Two hundred!
Five. Come on, say it! Five!
All right, five.
Truth is, I like my work. I would've done it for nothin'.
Okay, boys.
That's number three, Meyer.
This time I want you to thank me.
Thank you.
No, you crazyJews!
Remember this?
Sicilian law, remember?
You kill a don... All right. Just do like I said.
Slow. What are you doing?
Why slowly? 'Cause I tortured you?
No, no, no. It's what you did 15 years ago.
Jesus! You want revenge after 15 years?
I've been busy. Get up!
At least tell me...
what I did 15 years ago.
No! Want me to tell you?
Wanna know what you did?
Tell me, what'd I do 15 years ago?
You destroyed my father!
Your father? I don't even remember your father!
Exactly.
Charlie.
No, no, please!
No!
Ahhh!
Hey, Lucky.
Sit.
I want to thank Mr. Capone for hosting this meeting.
Sit down and shut up, will ya?
Hey, there ain't gonna be a boss.
You all know how I got this.
MaybeJoe Profaci, here...
Wait a minute. What're you saying? Don't worry.
Maybe you knew it was gonna happen to me,
maybe you didn't.
But by the old way of doin' things,
if I become boss now, I have to hit you in case you knew.
And all of you shrug?
Except some of you are friends ofJoe's.
And one day I might do something, that, uh,
upsets you, then you'll hit me.
Then you become boss. My friends, they hate you.
Somebody else becomes boss, and on, and on, and on.
Know what I call that? Stupid. Very stupid.
So, if you ain't doin' it, who's gonna be...
Nobody. We're all bosses here.
What then, Charlie? We're gonna vote on everything?
That's right.
Everybody here... is equal.
Corporations have a board of din'ectors.
So will we. A commission.
Now, I have friends. They're not from Palermo,
not from Sicily... they're not even Italians.
They'reJewish. And I trust 'em.
Anybody have a problem with that?
You say there's gonna be no boss, but you're startin' to talk like one.
I've learned.
Every organization needs somebody...
standin'out front.
Call it a figurehead, a leader,
whatever.
It doesn't much matter to me who does it.
I say we make Charlie Luciano head of our national commission.
Who agrees?
You want it, Al? It's yours.
Hell, no. I want you to do it.
It's justJulius Caesar never took no vote.
That's why Caesar ended up dead in the street.
Any other business?
Hey, friendship.
Friendship. Friendship.