Tony Martone (2022) Movie Script
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- My name is Tony Martone.
I'm a respected and feared
member in the Rhode Island Mafia.
People don't fuck with me.
I own the feds, the local cops,
East Providence City Hall,
not to mention, the Mayor's wife's pussy.
You fuck
better than my husband.
Just recently, a rival
don, Ray "The Snake" Amato,
decided to do business in my city,
and sneak drugs into my docks.
I'm Tony Martone, and you
don't fuck with me in my city.
- Yeah, everything's going well.
We got everything.
Everything's under control.
- Hey!
Give me your fucking money,
you fucking quido cunt.
It's our turf, cocksucker.
I'm gonna search you now.
- All right.
Still your turf.
This still your turf?
Huh?
Fucking dropped my hat.
Oh, I got your tooth, huh?
How 'bout a--
- Yeah, can you talk?
But does he think you're a rat?
Listen, remember, you hate me.
You gotta make this look real.
If you gotta whack somebody
out to hide my identity,
you do what you gotta do.
- Hello.
- Hey, it's Tony.
- Oh, Tony Martone.
- Let me speak with agent Shields.
- Yeah, agent Shields, right here.
- Hey, how did that Ray Amato tip go, huh?
- Thanks for the tip.
Yes, we, we, we've been
watching Ray Amato,
as you requested,
and we've increased our presence in NYC.
I want a surveillance truck
outside of his establishment.
I'll pay triple the fee, and in the end,
I'll give up the two FBI guys
on Amato's payroll, cool?
- Yep, all right.
Okay, talk to you tomorrow, Tony.
Okay, I'll see ya.
- Tony Martone!
Right here in our pockets.
- Tony Martone?
- Forget about it.
- What?
- Wow.
- That's Nicky, right there.
Well, I call him The Fixer,
because he fixes problems for me, now,
and handles my business.
One of Amato's crew was fucking his wife.
In the code of conduct of things,
you don't lay a hand on another's wife.
That's common fucking sense.
So I fixed the problem,
and pointed out the guy doing
the dirty with his wife,
and gave Nicky some photos,
and I set down a sit down.
Nicky provided that
info back to Ray Amato,
who killed a guy fucking his wife,
but in the end, loyalty and
respect is thicker than blood.
After that good gesture was pointed out,
Nicky became The Fixer,
and works for me now.
He's with the Martones, but
also still works for Amato.
- We bugged and videotaped your house.
It's time to talk, and
remember, now you work for me.
Meet me tomorrow at East Providence,
22nd East Washington St., 5:00pm.
Answer the phone when I call.
How are you guys doing, all right?
- Hey, man, how are ya?
- Hey, how are you?
- Good, good.
- Everything's all right.
Uncle Vito, how's he doing?
- He's doing all right.
- We gotta stay together,
though, all right.
- Yeah, we gotta stick together.
- Nicky.
- Yeah, something like that.
- Something like that.
- What's the matter?
- Boss, it's that fucking Donte.
- What about Donte?
I got something to show you.
Look at this phone.
- That who I think that is?
- Afraid it is, and I'm
gonna need permission
to whack this son of a bitch.
He's fucked my wife!
Listen, I got a better idea.
Call him over here.
- Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah, have a seat.
Let me get you a drink.
You looking spiffy..
Congratulations.
What did I miss?
- You're getting promoted.
- Promoted, I'm getting promoted?
- Yeah.
- Promoted.
- What did I do?
- You see, you broke the cardinal rule.
You gave the Amato family a bad a name.
Hold on a minute, one second.
I got something.
- Let me show you something.
Show this fucking cocksucker what he did.
- No, no, no, no.
- That's you, you fat piece
of fucking shit!
Boss, can I do it now?
Can I whack this
son of a bitch now?
Someone get me a fucking drink, please.
I'll take this one.
This one's got more in there.
We got to salute..
Fuck that.
Who the fuck fills a shot
glass that high, anyway?
I can't drink that.
What's the matter with you?
- I have dust in my eye, Nicky,
look at this place, it's a shit hole.
- Come here.
What are you doing?
- What, come on.
I fucking loved you!
- Nicky, dump those two bodies.
Use the wood chipper.
- You're the Assistant District Attorney,
you call me when that fuck
makes it to the courtroom.
Well, we have an arrangement.
I'm waiting for the details by 8:00pm.
Goodbye.
So Antonio, can you tell
me why you and the FBI
think you can fuck me over?
Jesus, Ray, what are you
going on about now, man?
Last week you said you saw
helicopters, and now this?
You're paranoid.
Lay off the coke.
- Lay off the coke.
Just two hours ago, before you got here,
there was an ice cream
truck parked outside.
- He was making a delivery.
I didn't say a fucking
delivery driver, Antonio.
I don't know anything
about an ice cream truck.
- You don't know anything
- about an ice cream truck.
- Yep.
- Fucking dead of winter,
and the fucking ice cream truck driver
has a walkie talking
and fucking binoculars.
And you're sitting here,
and you're telling me
you don't know anything about it.
- You're right,
..he may be a serial killer.
Let me go check it out.
- No, no, you're not
fucking going anywhere.
This fucking guy's not bird watching me,
and you fucking know it.
You know, we had an arrangement.
I pay you, and you make sure
those trucks lay off my back.
Hey, Nicky.
Are you saying
that's not happening?
- Am I saying that's not happening?
- Yeah.
- Beautiful, beautiful.
You're damn fucking right,
I'm saying that's not happening, Antonio.
Everyone in this whole fucking city
knows this is my fucking turf.
Not a fucking nun, not
a fucking bird watcher,
not a fucking shit eight-year-old
has the balls to run one
of my blocks under my nose.
- I don't know what to say.
- Hey, Nicky, show this fuck
the thing in the other room.
- No problem, boss.
Nervous yet?
Fucking sack of shit.
- You mean to tell me that you would have
- fucking killed him?
- Shut up.
- I can't do that, Ray, I'm
a fucking federal agent.
- I screwed up my tie..
- This is what's gonna happen,
you fucking federal agent,
you're gonna fucking take your gun out,
and you're gonna pop
him right in the head,
or else my men, there, are
gonna kill the both of you.
That wasn't so bad.
Can't run New York City like this.
Now I got two dead federal agents.
- Hey, boss, it's time we
get out of New York City.
There's too much heat here.
- Oh, what city?
- How about the Windy City?
- No, not Chicago.
That fat fuck Little
Vito's too greedy to share.
- Boss, I was just thinking.
You know, Tony Martone's
running Easing Providence.
He's got his hands in everything,
but he doesn't sell no
real drugs or nothing.
Boss, this could be our opportunity.
This could be our
opportunity to take over,
and I know you hate that scumbag, anyway.
- Yeah, you're right,
I hate that fat fuck.
Do we have anyone that works with us
that not on Tony's payroll?
- Yeah, we do, we got
Crazy Eddie, the fisherman.
We'll wind up, uh, we'll get
him to forge some documents,
and we can run the drugs
through his fucking pier.
- Sounds like a plan.
Let's wrap up shop here tonight,
and head out to East Providence tomorrow.
Sounds good.
- Let me just, uh, take
care of some business.
Follow me, fellas.
- This fucking guy'
- Shit.
FBI, open up!
- Ray Amato doesn't like to be watched.
Hello.
- Open the closet door.
- Die motherfucker.
Ray, it's done.
Yeah, I'll meet you up in Rhode Island,
take care of some things.
I'll tell everybody else to stay behind.
- Hey, Ray, the docks are all set to--
9:00pm, right Johnny?
- Yeah, what about Martone?
- Fuck Martone.
That mindless fuck won't
even know we're here.
- How can you be so sure?
If he knows we're here, it
could be war on the family.
- Are you questioning my decision, Johnny?
- Of corse not, boss,
but the dock worker was
watching us last night.
Not like being a nosy prick watching,
but, like, being too fucking attentive,
you know what I mean?
- What's this prick's name?
- I'll find out.
We think he works for Martone.
- Listen, follow this prick home.
If he works for Martone, whack him,
but make it look like a freak accident.
- I know just what to do.
- You scare me when you
says shit like that, Johnny.
What the fuck are you gonna do?
- I was thinking, I'm gonna get
Nicky to get me a swordfish.
A swordfish?
- Yeah, from the ocean.
And I'm gonna harpoon him
in the.
- In the dick.
- In the fucking dick.
That Steve Irwin guy, a
stingray ended him, so why not?
That's a freak accident.
- Now how the fuck is it
possible for a swordfish
to ironically jump out in the air,
and harpoon somebody in the fucking dick?
- Blow.
- You're gonna give the swordfish cocaine?
That's why I'm the Underboss.
- Enough with the senseless talk, Johnny.
You must be the sickest dumb fuck I know.
Now, follow that fuck home.
If he works for Martone,
get Nicky involved.
You hear me?
- Yeah, yeah.
- He'll know what to do, now
get the fuck out of here.
- Want a beer?
- No, I'm all set.
I'm out here today, I just
want to, uh, kind of ask you,
I didn't know, between you and me,
who's gonna tell the boss about Amato.
- Well, not me.
I thought you were gonna say something.
- Me?
- Yeah, you.
Well, you remember last week.
I told Martone that Mick was
sleeping with his cousin.
Yeah, I do remember that.
- He thought it was me, not Mick.
- All right, maybe I
should tell him about it.
Maybe I will take that drink now.
Think you should.
- Boss, I got a problem at the docks.
- And what's that.
- There's a new player in town.
- What do you mean new player?
- These guys are, they're heavy.
They're shipping containers unmarked,
filled with custom
cars, statues, fine art.
- Well, you got a name for me?
- Shipping manifest said, uh, Amato.
- You're fucking kidding me, Amato?
Should I worry?
- What the fuck is Ray
Amato doing in my city?
Did they see you?
- I don't believe so.
- Amato's another family from New York.
Very dangerous, but stupid
for coming to East Providence,
and trying to do business here.
- Listen, I've been your loyal
employee now for 30 years,
you put my kids threw
college, bought my house.
How do you want me to handle this?
- Do nothing, Jimmy.
My people, here, will take
care of it, all right?
And another thing, business
as usual, you got that?
- And if I'm caught?
- Just tell them you
work for Tony Martone.
- Will that get me killed, boss?
- Nah, they don't want a blood war.
That's the right thing to do.
Keep a low profile, and I'll
keep in touch, all right?
I'll get you the money
for tonight's shipment.
So what do you think
about this new revelation?
- Definitely ain't good, that's for sure.
What do you think, are
you worried about him?
- Well, they're a bunch
of animals from New York,
but they're stupid and disorganized.
So no, I'm not worried.
- There's just gonna have
to be some competition.
- For a little while,
until we find a way to
get rid of The Snake,
and get them out of
East Providence, right?
- That's right.
- Right.
- You know what, guys?
I'm folding.
I'm all in.
- I don't know about you guys,
I don't know about you guys.
Shh.
How's everything?
- Would you like a drink?
Sure.
- Drink for him, I'll have a G and T.
- Scotch and soul..
- Absolutely.
- You're all in?
- How about you?
Yeah.
10,000 large.
- This is from the lady in red..
- Well, thank you, darling'
- Three, 10, seven and a queen.
- This is fucking bullshit.
My friend Nicky brings me
here only to be done dirty
by a bunch of guinnea cheaters.
- Easy.
- Nicky, the fuck's going
on with this fucking guy?
You vouch for him?
I'm sitting right here.
- Who the fuck you getting loud with?
Do you know who owns this place?
- You know what, fuck this, and fuck you!
- Die, motherfucker, die.
- Yo, what the fuck are yous doing?
- This fucking prick
worked for fucking Martone.
This piece of shit, he's a
fucking traitor, I told you.
- Let me see that.
- Fucking prick.
- Fucking piece of shit rat.
Are you a fucking rat?
- What?
Are you a fucking rat?
- Are you out of your fucking mind?
You fucking piece of shit.
You motherfucker, you motherfucker!
- What are you guys doing?
Hey, Nick!
I said enough.
Put that down and help him up.
- Fuck him, he can get up by himself,
the fucking traitor he is.
He's probably wearing a fucking wire.
- Lift up your shirt, if
you're wearing a wire,
you know what I'm gonna do to you?
- There ain't no fucking wire.
- Turn around, turn around.
- No wire, no wire.
- All right, he's clean, guys.
It's settled.
Hey, hey, Nicky, this isn't good for you.
You vouched for this guy.
Why should I keep you around?
- Earlier today, I saw, uh,
his name is, uh, Frankie,
you know, with the earpiece.
- Yeah, yeah.
- I saw him smoking
out here today, and he had
the exact same match pack
that you just pulled from that
piece of shit right there.
Go in and check.
Stefano,
go get me Frankie.
Angelo, help Nicky move
this prick into the truck.
- Let's go.
Man, come on.
- Shut the fuck up, and pick him up.
Come on, you prick.
- Let's fucking move him over.
- Flip him over.
- Or flip him over.
So then she says to me,
"I don't like the taste of jizz."
Yeah, maybe you don't.
- Hey, hey, guys.
- Hey.
- Nicky, they beat the
shit out of you, huh?
- It's all right, he hits
like a bitch, anyway.
- Shut the fuck up and let
him talk, you fucking prick.
- Hey, we're gonna go for a ride.
We're taking Nicky, and
Angelo, and Stefano,
we're taking Frankie,
we're gonna go in the car,
and we'll take a ride, okay?
- Okay.
- Frankie, you're gonna
sit up front with Stefano,
and you guys sit in
the back with me, okay?
, let's go.
Hurry the fuck up, all ready.
Uh, put your hand on the door.
- Not like that, stupid.
- Fuck off.
- What the fuck is this shit?
Stefano,
gonna search his pockets.
- Look at this motherfucker.
- You rat motherfucker, you.
Jesus Christ.
You traitor, rat bastard,
fucking dead thief.
Die, motherfucker, die.
Miss, how ya doin'?
- Could you run to the bar
and get us a couple of drinks?
- You want anything?
- Yeah, get me a scotch.
- Me, too.
- Hey, Tony, could I
talk to you for a minute?
Sure.
- I have some news about Kyle.
- Our accountant?
- Yeah, I brought him to one
of Amato's establishments
for a card game, but, uh, he's dead.
- Oh, what the fuck happened, Nicky?
- He got whacked out by Amato's men
for calling them cheaters.
- That's not good.
Did they suspect you as a rat?
- No.
- Good, good.
This could be a blood war.
- Yeah, I think you're right, boss,
because now they're chopping up his body
and they're dumping it
in the Providence River.
- Let me ask you something.
What possessed you to bring my accountant
to an Amato poker game, huh?
Are you gonna be my accountant now?
You gonna do my accounting?
Are ya?
- I'm so sorry, boss.
Sorry, boss, he wanted to play.
I'm sorry.
- I'm gonna send them a message.
That Amato guy is dead, you hear me?
He's fucking dead!
- Hey, boss, Corey's here to see you.
- So I called this sit down
because we've done business for years,
and we've actually never met.
So I want to take our
business relationship
to a higher level, and I
want to make you an offer.
Hey, you're not Corey.
Who are you?
Corey is my brother, he
went to the bathroom.
- What up?
- Anyway, Corey, as I was saying,
we've done business for years.
We're like family, it's been years, right?
- Yeah, yeah, I mean, that's right.
- I want you to send a message for me.
- What's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
How about 500 bucks?
- Consider it done.
- In the morning, when you deliver
the newspaper to Mr. Amato,
I want you to put this
envelope in the newspaper.
- Yes, sir.
- And you know who I am, right?
So if you screw this up,
it's not a good thing.
Hey, pay the kid.
- The fuck is this?
- You got a letter inside, I don't know.
Fucking check it out yourself.
Look how you fucking
give me my newspapers.
You don't like it,
get your own fucking newspaper.
- "Ray "The Snake" Amato."
"Ray, I know you killed Kyle.
This is war."
Tony Martone."
I'm not his fucking babysitter.
Gonna have real problems.
Well, yeah, maybe your problem.
Not mine.
Okay, you do that.
All right, fight over me.
- Hey, Nicky.
Yeah, boss.
- Come over here.
What's going on, boss?
- I need you to do me a favor.
- Anything for you, boss.
- Tomorrow, Tony Martone's wife,
she's gonna get her hair
done around 12:00pm.
Okay.
Kill her for me.
- Boss, I can do that, but
why go after the sardine,
when we could get the whole tuna?
- Hmm.
Think about it, boss.
- What are you saying, Nicky?
- What I'm saying, boss, is I
know where Martone's gonna be.
I've been following
him, I wanna whack him.
Let me do that for you, boss.
- Where's he gonna be?
- He takes lunch every
Saturday, the same place, too.
It's not one of his establishments,
it's one of Louie's,
but it's only a few blocks away.
So I think I can get him on the streets
- on the way back.
- You do?
- Paul Castellano style.
- I'll tell you what,
take Stefano and Angelo with you.
When the job is done, come see me.
- Done.
Hey, Giuseppe.
I heard back from The Fixer, Nicky.
- What do you need?
- Well, Nicky, Lorenzo, and Marko
are supposed to take me
out on Broad St. tomorrow,
but I've hired somebody
to beat them to it.
- What guy?
- Shut the fuck up.
- You know, that computer wiz guy.
I can't remember his name.
- A guy that fixes computers
is gonna try and kill you?
- No, he's gonna pretend to kill me,
but then he'll get arrested
by our cop friends,
and I'll pretend I'm dead.
I have a friend that has these movie props
that'll make it look
like I really got shot.
The Amato guy will take
off once the cop arrive,
and they'll realize that I'm either
seriously hurt or dead, do you follow?
- Got it.
- Nicky is getting the movie props
for the gunshots as we speak.
Hey, I need you to see the,
uh, that guy on Willow St..
Hey, I just know him as That Guy.
You know, the corrupt funeral guy
that works with Little
Mikey, down in the corner?
- We'll head over there right now.
- Let him know that he's
got to plan a fake funeral,
and put my body in a coffin
the day after tomorrow.
Oh, and give him 10
grand in cash, all right?
Great, Giuseppe, take care.
Bye.
I'm done with you,
Now I know where you and
you're fucking mother live..
- I don't want to die,
I don't want to die!
I swear to, I swear to Christ,
I'll have your fucking money.
My mother, I mean, my grandmother--
Fucking let me go, fuck!
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut up.
You know what your fucking problem is?
You guys think you can borrow money
whenever the fuck you want,
and pay it back whenever
you fucking feel like it.
- Fucking, don't fucking do this.
You don't have to fucking do this.
- That was Tony.
- And what did he want?
- A few things.
- Okay, what are the few things?
- Well, one we just did, and the next
is, uh, get rid of this.
Clean, clean, clean.
- Don't we always?
- Always, bud.
- I'm not worried about that.
- Hey, let me ask you, um,
you wouldn't be working
for Amato, would ya?
- First off, why would you even
ask me that fucking question?
- I've heard a few things.
- And you tell me, what are these
few things that you fucking heard?
- Oh, you know, that's why
I asked you, personally,
because I didn't respond to things.
- Well, let me ask you a question,
do you think I'm working
for fucking Amato?
- Not really, 'cause,
uh, that's why I asked.
- All right, then.
Now, number two, let's get
rid of this fucking body.
You all ready got the fucking place
where we gotta dump him, right?
- Got it ready,
waiting for us.
- All right, then I want to
get that fucking stink of
that fucking Axe cologne
he had on him off my
fucking hands now, too.
So why don't we do that,
let's get rid of this fucker,
meet up with the girls, and
then we'll go by Tony's.
- Ah, the girls, we gotta get nice, huh?
For the club.
The strip club?
Let's do it.
Let's do it.
- Let's go.
- Let's do it.
Let's get rid of this piece of shit.
- Come on, you fucking prick.
Come on, Crazy Louie, let's go.
Come on, you fuck.
Let's go, win, you mother--
- Hey,
you're watching the ponies again, yeah?
- Shut up, I got 50
fucking thousand over here,
you gotta fucking pay me.
- Oh, come on with the ponies.
You loose all your money
on these damn things--
- Hey, hey, hey, last week
I won a hundred grand, you understand?
But listen, uh, he's mad at you, Ray.
Make sure you talk to him.
- Ray, he's mad at me?
- Yeah, about that thing you
never took care of over there.
- The first thing, or the second thing?
- No, that thing in Long Island.
- Oh, that thing.
- Yeah, did you ever come to points
with the money he gave you.
- Hey, that's mine.
I'll take it upstairs when I'm ready.
- I'm just saying, you know,
it's just not right what you're doing,
but he's pissed at you.
- I'll take care of it, don't you worry.
- Besides business, how's the family?
Everyone's good?
- It's good, it's good,
it's good.
- Did you buy that car?
- Eh, you know, I was thinking.
But not yet, no.
- Not the Mercedes, you
didn't get the Mercedes?
Like the black one that just
came out, the convertible?
- No, the black one...
Eh, I was thinking about it, you know,
maybe a Caddy.
- Oh, what color?
- Man, black.
They got the big trunk,
you need the big trunk.
- Yeah, yeah, I bet you could put
a lot of fucking bodies inside.
- You betcha.
- You wanna beer?
- Yeah.
- Bartender, come over
here, get me a fucking beer.
What kind, what are you drinking?
- I'm drinking a Guinness,
but I'll go down there and get it.
- All right, go get it.
He's coming over there, all right?
Talk to you later.
Take it easy, now.
We'll see you later.
Say hi to the family.
- I will, I will.
Come on, you fuck.
Win, you fucking prick.
Oh, you motherfucker!
- You the guy?
- We're Tony Martone's guys.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, then I'm your guy.
Look, what do you all need?
- Here's the cash.
Oh.
- We need a fake wake, and
for you to make Tony look
dead and pretty in that
coffin the day after tomorrow.
- I'll take care of everything from here.
By the way, my name's Gary.
- Gary, call my cell when you're ready.
- Oh, no problem.
You guys have a good day now.
- Hey, Tommy, how are ya?
- Who's asking?
We're looking
for Nicky, you seen him?
You stupid
ginger motherfucker,
just answer the fucking question.
- Jesus!
Get the fuck out of here.
Guys, wait, hey, let's go.
I'll talk to these guys.
- Now, Tommy, we know you
know a guy named Nicky.
Where is he?
You grew up with him.
- Yeah, so?
- You gotta tell me where he
fucking is, you understand?
- If we have to ask again,
this time it ain't gonna
be so fucking nice.
- Yeah, so what are you gonna do?
- Come here, you big fucking shit.
You see, my associate here, he
believes he's good at darts,
so for every wrong, bullshit
fucking answer you give us,
we throw a dart.
- Guys, I haven't seen
Nicky in years, Jesus--
- Now do you fucking see him?
Now do you see him?
Where is he?
- I don't know!
- Yeah, well, look at
this fucking picture.
What's this, huh?
What the fuck is this, huh?
Tell me that, motherfucker.
- I don't know!
- Well, you're gonna know in two minutes.
- The fuck?
- Get the fucking gun out.
- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait!
Okay, guys, I'll tell you where he is.
He's right the fuck here, that's where.
Fuck you guys.
Nice, fucking, you, too.
Fucking piece of shit.
Fucking scumbag.
- Folks, may I have
your attention, please?
I'd like to welcome you all
to pay your respects to Tony.
- Do you see who just showed up?
- What does he want?
- Think it's about the money?
The debt Kyle owed?
- I don't know.
I almost think that prick killed Tony,
but the guy they arrested, he
wasn't a mob connected guy.
- Yeah, unless Amato hired him.
What do we do, boss?
- I want him and his guys whacked.
Not during the funeral, of corse.
You know, after, later, in the back lot.
I know Nicky can't be here,
especially if Amato or
one of his crew sees him.
Give Nicky a call.
Tell him to stop by with a car in the back
in about a half an hour, all right?
I'll go and give
him a call right now.
- Go, go, go.
- I wish I would have killed you.
Look at you, right where you belong.
Now I get to see your wife have some fun.
Maybe get close with your son.
You're gonna miss all of it.
I'm sorry for your loss.
You know, your husband owes me $400,000.
I also know that he has a
private stash somewhere.
So I'll tell you what,
after everyone here pays their respects,
we're gonna follow you out of here, okay?
- You did this to my Tony,
I'm not going anywhere.
All I have to do is snap my fingers,
and the men over there
will come over here,
and handle you.
- You know, that may be true,
but you see that associate behind you?
He has a gun to your son,
so if you don't follow my directions,
we're gonna have a problem.
He'll take him out of
here, he'll be outside.
After this, we'll follow you out of here.
- If you hurt him, I'll find you myself.
- All right, when Nicky
comes by with the car,
in about a half an hour or so,
I want both you guys in the
back, in the lot back there.
I want you both behind
that little stone wall.
What?
- I got Nicky on the phone
now, he says don't whack Ray.
- And says who?
I'm the boss, now.
- Yeah, don't put a hit out on him, yet.
And why is that?
- Boss is still alive, we faked his death.
Nobody even knows yet.
He wants to get back at Ray
on his own terms, on his time.
Shit, his wife doesn't even know about it.
- Are you sure?
- I'm positive.
Okay, Nicky, thanks.
Uh, talk to you later.
All right, Jesus.
He's alive.
Greta, what the hell was that all about?
- They took him, my son.
What do they want?
- The money, 400K.
Oh, God.
- Hello, Greta.
- Tony, what the hell is this?
You're okay?
Of corse I am.
- You faked your own death.
I had to.
- Thank God you're alive.
Did you hear what Ray did?
He took our son.
- Yeah, I heard everything.
Listen, I'm gonna be going out the back,
and going home, and I'll wait
for Ray at our house, okay?
Can you get the car,
- and take me home.
- Sure thing, boss.
- Use the front door.
Hello, Greta.
You got the money?
- Hello, Ray, you slime ball.
I told you not to fuck with me, didn't I?
- You're dead, Tony.
- No, I'm not, but you will be.
- You touch me, and my
guys will kill your son,
right here, at your house, on your grass,
and I don't think you want that kind
of blood on your hands, Tony.
- No, they won't.
- My guys are taking
care of him right now.
Why don't you try me,
might as well shoot me.
- I guess the only question remains is
how should I fucking kill you?
- Look, look, look!
- Oh, shit!
- Cocksucker, mother--
Piece of shit!
- Asshole.
- Motherfucker's still alive.
- What the fuck?
Ray!
Ray!
You all right?
- Shoot the guy on top.
- My pleasure.
Like father, like son.
- Fuck.
The fuck you doing?
- My name is Tony Martone.
I'm a respected and feared
member in the Rhode Island Mafia.
People don't fuck with me.
I own the feds, the local cops,
East Providence City Hall,
not to mention, the Mayor's wife's pussy.
You fuck
better than my husband.
Just recently, a rival
don, Ray "The Snake" Amato,
decided to do business in my city,
and sneak drugs into my docks.
I'm Tony Martone, and you
don't fuck with me in my city.
- Yeah, everything's going well.
We got everything.
Everything's under control.
- Hey!
Give me your fucking money,
you fucking quido cunt.
It's our turf, cocksucker.
I'm gonna search you now.
- All right.
Still your turf.
This still your turf?
Huh?
Fucking dropped my hat.
Oh, I got your tooth, huh?
How 'bout a--
- Yeah, can you talk?
But does he think you're a rat?
Listen, remember, you hate me.
You gotta make this look real.
If you gotta whack somebody
out to hide my identity,
you do what you gotta do.
- Hello.
- Hey, it's Tony.
- Oh, Tony Martone.
- Let me speak with agent Shields.
- Yeah, agent Shields, right here.
- Hey, how did that Ray Amato tip go, huh?
- Thanks for the tip.
Yes, we, we, we've been
watching Ray Amato,
as you requested,
and we've increased our presence in NYC.
I want a surveillance truck
outside of his establishment.
I'll pay triple the fee, and in the end,
I'll give up the two FBI guys
on Amato's payroll, cool?
- Yep, all right.
Okay, talk to you tomorrow, Tony.
Okay, I'll see ya.
- Tony Martone!
Right here in our pockets.
- Tony Martone?
- Forget about it.
- What?
- Wow.
- That's Nicky, right there.
Well, I call him The Fixer,
because he fixes problems for me, now,
and handles my business.
One of Amato's crew was fucking his wife.
In the code of conduct of things,
you don't lay a hand on another's wife.
That's common fucking sense.
So I fixed the problem,
and pointed out the guy doing
the dirty with his wife,
and gave Nicky some photos,
and I set down a sit down.
Nicky provided that
info back to Ray Amato,
who killed a guy fucking his wife,
but in the end, loyalty and
respect is thicker than blood.
After that good gesture was pointed out,
Nicky became The Fixer,
and works for me now.
He's with the Martones, but
also still works for Amato.
- We bugged and videotaped your house.
It's time to talk, and
remember, now you work for me.
Meet me tomorrow at East Providence,
22nd East Washington St., 5:00pm.
Answer the phone when I call.
How are you guys doing, all right?
- Hey, man, how are ya?
- Hey, how are you?
- Good, good.
- Everything's all right.
Uncle Vito, how's he doing?
- He's doing all right.
- We gotta stay together,
though, all right.
- Yeah, we gotta stick together.
- Nicky.
- Yeah, something like that.
- Something like that.
- What's the matter?
- Boss, it's that fucking Donte.
- What about Donte?
I got something to show you.
Look at this phone.
- That who I think that is?
- Afraid it is, and I'm
gonna need permission
to whack this son of a bitch.
He's fucked my wife!
Listen, I got a better idea.
Call him over here.
- Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah, have a seat.
Let me get you a drink.
You looking spiffy..
Congratulations.
What did I miss?
- You're getting promoted.
- Promoted, I'm getting promoted?
- Yeah.
- Promoted.
- What did I do?
- You see, you broke the cardinal rule.
You gave the Amato family a bad a name.
Hold on a minute, one second.
I got something.
- Let me show you something.
Show this fucking cocksucker what he did.
- No, no, no, no.
- That's you, you fat piece
of fucking shit!
Boss, can I do it now?
Can I whack this
son of a bitch now?
Someone get me a fucking drink, please.
I'll take this one.
This one's got more in there.
We got to salute..
Fuck that.
Who the fuck fills a shot
glass that high, anyway?
I can't drink that.
What's the matter with you?
- I have dust in my eye, Nicky,
look at this place, it's a shit hole.
- Come here.
What are you doing?
- What, come on.
I fucking loved you!
- Nicky, dump those two bodies.
Use the wood chipper.
- You're the Assistant District Attorney,
you call me when that fuck
makes it to the courtroom.
Well, we have an arrangement.
I'm waiting for the details by 8:00pm.
Goodbye.
So Antonio, can you tell
me why you and the FBI
think you can fuck me over?
Jesus, Ray, what are you
going on about now, man?
Last week you said you saw
helicopters, and now this?
You're paranoid.
Lay off the coke.
- Lay off the coke.
Just two hours ago, before you got here,
there was an ice cream
truck parked outside.
- He was making a delivery.
I didn't say a fucking
delivery driver, Antonio.
I don't know anything
about an ice cream truck.
- You don't know anything
- about an ice cream truck.
- Yep.
- Fucking dead of winter,
and the fucking ice cream truck driver
has a walkie talking
and fucking binoculars.
And you're sitting here,
and you're telling me
you don't know anything about it.
- You're right,
..he may be a serial killer.
Let me go check it out.
- No, no, you're not
fucking going anywhere.
This fucking guy's not bird watching me,
and you fucking know it.
You know, we had an arrangement.
I pay you, and you make sure
those trucks lay off my back.
Hey, Nicky.
Are you saying
that's not happening?
- Am I saying that's not happening?
- Yeah.
- Beautiful, beautiful.
You're damn fucking right,
I'm saying that's not happening, Antonio.
Everyone in this whole fucking city
knows this is my fucking turf.
Not a fucking nun, not
a fucking bird watcher,
not a fucking shit eight-year-old
has the balls to run one
of my blocks under my nose.
- I don't know what to say.
- Hey, Nicky, show this fuck
the thing in the other room.
- No problem, boss.
Nervous yet?
Fucking sack of shit.
- You mean to tell me that you would have
- fucking killed him?
- Shut up.
- I can't do that, Ray, I'm
a fucking federal agent.
- I screwed up my tie..
- This is what's gonna happen,
you fucking federal agent,
you're gonna fucking take your gun out,
and you're gonna pop
him right in the head,
or else my men, there, are
gonna kill the both of you.
That wasn't so bad.
Can't run New York City like this.
Now I got two dead federal agents.
- Hey, boss, it's time we
get out of New York City.
There's too much heat here.
- Oh, what city?
- How about the Windy City?
- No, not Chicago.
That fat fuck Little
Vito's too greedy to share.
- Boss, I was just thinking.
You know, Tony Martone's
running Easing Providence.
He's got his hands in everything,
but he doesn't sell no
real drugs or nothing.
Boss, this could be our opportunity.
This could be our
opportunity to take over,
and I know you hate that scumbag, anyway.
- Yeah, you're right,
I hate that fat fuck.
Do we have anyone that works with us
that not on Tony's payroll?
- Yeah, we do, we got
Crazy Eddie, the fisherman.
We'll wind up, uh, we'll get
him to forge some documents,
and we can run the drugs
through his fucking pier.
- Sounds like a plan.
Let's wrap up shop here tonight,
and head out to East Providence tomorrow.
Sounds good.
- Let me just, uh, take
care of some business.
Follow me, fellas.
- This fucking guy'
- Shit.
FBI, open up!
- Ray Amato doesn't like to be watched.
Hello.
- Open the closet door.
- Die motherfucker.
Ray, it's done.
Yeah, I'll meet you up in Rhode Island,
take care of some things.
I'll tell everybody else to stay behind.
- Hey, Ray, the docks are all set to--
9:00pm, right Johnny?
- Yeah, what about Martone?
- Fuck Martone.
That mindless fuck won't
even know we're here.
- How can you be so sure?
If he knows we're here, it
could be war on the family.
- Are you questioning my decision, Johnny?
- Of corse not, boss,
but the dock worker was
watching us last night.
Not like being a nosy prick watching,
but, like, being too fucking attentive,
you know what I mean?
- What's this prick's name?
- I'll find out.
We think he works for Martone.
- Listen, follow this prick home.
If he works for Martone, whack him,
but make it look like a freak accident.
- I know just what to do.
- You scare me when you
says shit like that, Johnny.
What the fuck are you gonna do?
- I was thinking, I'm gonna get
Nicky to get me a swordfish.
A swordfish?
- Yeah, from the ocean.
And I'm gonna harpoon him
in the.
- In the dick.
- In the fucking dick.
That Steve Irwin guy, a
stingray ended him, so why not?
That's a freak accident.
- Now how the fuck is it
possible for a swordfish
to ironically jump out in the air,
and harpoon somebody in the fucking dick?
- Blow.
- You're gonna give the swordfish cocaine?
That's why I'm the Underboss.
- Enough with the senseless talk, Johnny.
You must be the sickest dumb fuck I know.
Now, follow that fuck home.
If he works for Martone,
get Nicky involved.
You hear me?
- Yeah, yeah.
- He'll know what to do, now
get the fuck out of here.
- Want a beer?
- No, I'm all set.
I'm out here today, I just
want to, uh, kind of ask you,
I didn't know, between you and me,
who's gonna tell the boss about Amato.
- Well, not me.
I thought you were gonna say something.
- Me?
- Yeah, you.
Well, you remember last week.
I told Martone that Mick was
sleeping with his cousin.
Yeah, I do remember that.
- He thought it was me, not Mick.
- All right, maybe I
should tell him about it.
Maybe I will take that drink now.
Think you should.
- Boss, I got a problem at the docks.
- And what's that.
- There's a new player in town.
- What do you mean new player?
- These guys are, they're heavy.
They're shipping containers unmarked,
filled with custom
cars, statues, fine art.
- Well, you got a name for me?
- Shipping manifest said, uh, Amato.
- You're fucking kidding me, Amato?
Should I worry?
- What the fuck is Ray
Amato doing in my city?
Did they see you?
- I don't believe so.
- Amato's another family from New York.
Very dangerous, but stupid
for coming to East Providence,
and trying to do business here.
- Listen, I've been your loyal
employee now for 30 years,
you put my kids threw
college, bought my house.
How do you want me to handle this?
- Do nothing, Jimmy.
My people, here, will take
care of it, all right?
And another thing, business
as usual, you got that?
- And if I'm caught?
- Just tell them you
work for Tony Martone.
- Will that get me killed, boss?
- Nah, they don't want a blood war.
That's the right thing to do.
Keep a low profile, and I'll
keep in touch, all right?
I'll get you the money
for tonight's shipment.
So what do you think
about this new revelation?
- Definitely ain't good, that's for sure.
What do you think, are
you worried about him?
- Well, they're a bunch
of animals from New York,
but they're stupid and disorganized.
So no, I'm not worried.
- There's just gonna have
to be some competition.
- For a little while,
until we find a way to
get rid of The Snake,
and get them out of
East Providence, right?
- That's right.
- Right.
- You know what, guys?
I'm folding.
I'm all in.
- I don't know about you guys,
I don't know about you guys.
Shh.
How's everything?
- Would you like a drink?
Sure.
- Drink for him, I'll have a G and T.
- Scotch and soul..
- Absolutely.
- You're all in?
- How about you?
Yeah.
10,000 large.
- This is from the lady in red..
- Well, thank you, darling'
- Three, 10, seven and a queen.
- This is fucking bullshit.
My friend Nicky brings me
here only to be done dirty
by a bunch of guinnea cheaters.
- Easy.
- Nicky, the fuck's going
on with this fucking guy?
You vouch for him?
I'm sitting right here.
- Who the fuck you getting loud with?
Do you know who owns this place?
- You know what, fuck this, and fuck you!
- Die, motherfucker, die.
- Yo, what the fuck are yous doing?
- This fucking prick
worked for fucking Martone.
This piece of shit, he's a
fucking traitor, I told you.
- Let me see that.
- Fucking prick.
- Fucking piece of shit rat.
Are you a fucking rat?
- What?
Are you a fucking rat?
- Are you out of your fucking mind?
You fucking piece of shit.
You motherfucker, you motherfucker!
- What are you guys doing?
Hey, Nick!
I said enough.
Put that down and help him up.
- Fuck him, he can get up by himself,
the fucking traitor he is.
He's probably wearing a fucking wire.
- Lift up your shirt, if
you're wearing a wire,
you know what I'm gonna do to you?
- There ain't no fucking wire.
- Turn around, turn around.
- No wire, no wire.
- All right, he's clean, guys.
It's settled.
Hey, hey, Nicky, this isn't good for you.
You vouched for this guy.
Why should I keep you around?
- Earlier today, I saw, uh,
his name is, uh, Frankie,
you know, with the earpiece.
- Yeah, yeah.
- I saw him smoking
out here today, and he had
the exact same match pack
that you just pulled from that
piece of shit right there.
Go in and check.
Stefano,
go get me Frankie.
Angelo, help Nicky move
this prick into the truck.
- Let's go.
Man, come on.
- Shut the fuck up, and pick him up.
Come on, you prick.
- Let's fucking move him over.
- Flip him over.
- Or flip him over.
So then she says to me,
"I don't like the taste of jizz."
Yeah, maybe you don't.
- Hey, hey, guys.
- Hey.
- Nicky, they beat the
shit out of you, huh?
- It's all right, he hits
like a bitch, anyway.
- Shut the fuck up and let
him talk, you fucking prick.
- Hey, we're gonna go for a ride.
We're taking Nicky, and
Angelo, and Stefano,
we're taking Frankie,
we're gonna go in the car,
and we'll take a ride, okay?
- Okay.
- Frankie, you're gonna
sit up front with Stefano,
and you guys sit in
the back with me, okay?
, let's go.
Hurry the fuck up, all ready.
Uh, put your hand on the door.
- Not like that, stupid.
- Fuck off.
- What the fuck is this shit?
Stefano,
gonna search his pockets.
- Look at this motherfucker.
- You rat motherfucker, you.
Jesus Christ.
You traitor, rat bastard,
fucking dead thief.
Die, motherfucker, die.
Miss, how ya doin'?
- Could you run to the bar
and get us a couple of drinks?
- You want anything?
- Yeah, get me a scotch.
- Me, too.
- Hey, Tony, could I
talk to you for a minute?
Sure.
- I have some news about Kyle.
- Our accountant?
- Yeah, I brought him to one
of Amato's establishments
for a card game, but, uh, he's dead.
- Oh, what the fuck happened, Nicky?
- He got whacked out by Amato's men
for calling them cheaters.
- That's not good.
Did they suspect you as a rat?
- No.
- Good, good.
This could be a blood war.
- Yeah, I think you're right, boss,
because now they're chopping up his body
and they're dumping it
in the Providence River.
- Let me ask you something.
What possessed you to bring my accountant
to an Amato poker game, huh?
Are you gonna be my accountant now?
You gonna do my accounting?
Are ya?
- I'm so sorry, boss.
Sorry, boss, he wanted to play.
I'm sorry.
- I'm gonna send them a message.
That Amato guy is dead, you hear me?
He's fucking dead!
- Hey, boss, Corey's here to see you.
- So I called this sit down
because we've done business for years,
and we've actually never met.
So I want to take our
business relationship
to a higher level, and I
want to make you an offer.
Hey, you're not Corey.
Who are you?
Corey is my brother, he
went to the bathroom.
- What up?
- Anyway, Corey, as I was saying,
we've done business for years.
We're like family, it's been years, right?
- Yeah, yeah, I mean, that's right.
- I want you to send a message for me.
- What's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
How about 500 bucks?
- Consider it done.
- In the morning, when you deliver
the newspaper to Mr. Amato,
I want you to put this
envelope in the newspaper.
- Yes, sir.
- And you know who I am, right?
So if you screw this up,
it's not a good thing.
Hey, pay the kid.
- The fuck is this?
- You got a letter inside, I don't know.
Fucking check it out yourself.
Look how you fucking
give me my newspapers.
You don't like it,
get your own fucking newspaper.
- "Ray "The Snake" Amato."
"Ray, I know you killed Kyle.
This is war."
Tony Martone."
I'm not his fucking babysitter.
Gonna have real problems.
Well, yeah, maybe your problem.
Not mine.
Okay, you do that.
All right, fight over me.
- Hey, Nicky.
Yeah, boss.
- Come over here.
What's going on, boss?
- I need you to do me a favor.
- Anything for you, boss.
- Tomorrow, Tony Martone's wife,
she's gonna get her hair
done around 12:00pm.
Okay.
Kill her for me.
- Boss, I can do that, but
why go after the sardine,
when we could get the whole tuna?
- Hmm.
Think about it, boss.
- What are you saying, Nicky?
- What I'm saying, boss, is I
know where Martone's gonna be.
I've been following
him, I wanna whack him.
Let me do that for you, boss.
- Where's he gonna be?
- He takes lunch every
Saturday, the same place, too.
It's not one of his establishments,
it's one of Louie's,
but it's only a few blocks away.
So I think I can get him on the streets
- on the way back.
- You do?
- Paul Castellano style.
- I'll tell you what,
take Stefano and Angelo with you.
When the job is done, come see me.
- Done.
Hey, Giuseppe.
I heard back from The Fixer, Nicky.
- What do you need?
- Well, Nicky, Lorenzo, and Marko
are supposed to take me
out on Broad St. tomorrow,
but I've hired somebody
to beat them to it.
- What guy?
- Shut the fuck up.
- You know, that computer wiz guy.
I can't remember his name.
- A guy that fixes computers
is gonna try and kill you?
- No, he's gonna pretend to kill me,
but then he'll get arrested
by our cop friends,
and I'll pretend I'm dead.
I have a friend that has these movie props
that'll make it look
like I really got shot.
The Amato guy will take
off once the cop arrive,
and they'll realize that I'm either
seriously hurt or dead, do you follow?
- Got it.
- Nicky is getting the movie props
for the gunshots as we speak.
Hey, I need you to see the,
uh, that guy on Willow St..
Hey, I just know him as That Guy.
You know, the corrupt funeral guy
that works with Little
Mikey, down in the corner?
- We'll head over there right now.
- Let him know that he's
got to plan a fake funeral,
and put my body in a coffin
the day after tomorrow.
Oh, and give him 10
grand in cash, all right?
Great, Giuseppe, take care.
Bye.
I'm done with you,
Now I know where you and
you're fucking mother live..
- I don't want to die,
I don't want to die!
I swear to, I swear to Christ,
I'll have your fucking money.
My mother, I mean, my grandmother--
Fucking let me go, fuck!
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut up.
You know what your fucking problem is?
You guys think you can borrow money
whenever the fuck you want,
and pay it back whenever
you fucking feel like it.
- Fucking, don't fucking do this.
You don't have to fucking do this.
- That was Tony.
- And what did he want?
- A few things.
- Okay, what are the few things?
- Well, one we just did, and the next
is, uh, get rid of this.
Clean, clean, clean.
- Don't we always?
- Always, bud.
- I'm not worried about that.
- Hey, let me ask you, um,
you wouldn't be working
for Amato, would ya?
- First off, why would you even
ask me that fucking question?
- I've heard a few things.
- And you tell me, what are these
few things that you fucking heard?
- Oh, you know, that's why
I asked you, personally,
because I didn't respond to things.
- Well, let me ask you a question,
do you think I'm working
for fucking Amato?
- Not really, 'cause,
uh, that's why I asked.
- All right, then.
Now, number two, let's get
rid of this fucking body.
You all ready got the fucking place
where we gotta dump him, right?
- Got it ready,
waiting for us.
- All right, then I want to
get that fucking stink of
that fucking Axe cologne
he had on him off my
fucking hands now, too.
So why don't we do that,
let's get rid of this fucker,
meet up with the girls, and
then we'll go by Tony's.
- Ah, the girls, we gotta get nice, huh?
For the club.
The strip club?
Let's do it.
Let's do it.
- Let's go.
- Let's do it.
Let's get rid of this piece of shit.
- Come on, you fucking prick.
Come on, Crazy Louie, let's go.
Come on, you fuck.
Let's go, win, you mother--
- Hey,
you're watching the ponies again, yeah?
- Shut up, I got 50
fucking thousand over here,
you gotta fucking pay me.
- Oh, come on with the ponies.
You loose all your money
on these damn things--
- Hey, hey, hey, last week
I won a hundred grand, you understand?
But listen, uh, he's mad at you, Ray.
Make sure you talk to him.
- Ray, he's mad at me?
- Yeah, about that thing you
never took care of over there.
- The first thing, or the second thing?
- No, that thing in Long Island.
- Oh, that thing.
- Yeah, did you ever come to points
with the money he gave you.
- Hey, that's mine.
I'll take it upstairs when I'm ready.
- I'm just saying, you know,
it's just not right what you're doing,
but he's pissed at you.
- I'll take care of it, don't you worry.
- Besides business, how's the family?
Everyone's good?
- It's good, it's good,
it's good.
- Did you buy that car?
- Eh, you know, I was thinking.
But not yet, no.
- Not the Mercedes, you
didn't get the Mercedes?
Like the black one that just
came out, the convertible?
- No, the black one...
Eh, I was thinking about it, you know,
maybe a Caddy.
- Oh, what color?
- Man, black.
They got the big trunk,
you need the big trunk.
- Yeah, yeah, I bet you could put
a lot of fucking bodies inside.
- You betcha.
- You wanna beer?
- Yeah.
- Bartender, come over
here, get me a fucking beer.
What kind, what are you drinking?
- I'm drinking a Guinness,
but I'll go down there and get it.
- All right, go get it.
He's coming over there, all right?
Talk to you later.
Take it easy, now.
We'll see you later.
Say hi to the family.
- I will, I will.
Come on, you fuck.
Win, you fucking prick.
Oh, you motherfucker!
- You the guy?
- We're Tony Martone's guys.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, then I'm your guy.
Look, what do you all need?
- Here's the cash.
Oh.
- We need a fake wake, and
for you to make Tony look
dead and pretty in that
coffin the day after tomorrow.
- I'll take care of everything from here.
By the way, my name's Gary.
- Gary, call my cell when you're ready.
- Oh, no problem.
You guys have a good day now.
- Hey, Tommy, how are ya?
- Who's asking?
We're looking
for Nicky, you seen him?
You stupid
ginger motherfucker,
just answer the fucking question.
- Jesus!
Get the fuck out of here.
Guys, wait, hey, let's go.
I'll talk to these guys.
- Now, Tommy, we know you
know a guy named Nicky.
Where is he?
You grew up with him.
- Yeah, so?
- You gotta tell me where he
fucking is, you understand?
- If we have to ask again,
this time it ain't gonna
be so fucking nice.
- Yeah, so what are you gonna do?
- Come here, you big fucking shit.
You see, my associate here, he
believes he's good at darts,
so for every wrong, bullshit
fucking answer you give us,
we throw a dart.
- Guys, I haven't seen
Nicky in years, Jesus--
- Now do you fucking see him?
Now do you see him?
Where is he?
- I don't know!
- Yeah, well, look at
this fucking picture.
What's this, huh?
What the fuck is this, huh?
Tell me that, motherfucker.
- I don't know!
- Well, you're gonna know in two minutes.
- The fuck?
- Get the fucking gun out.
- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait!
Okay, guys, I'll tell you where he is.
He's right the fuck here, that's where.
Fuck you guys.
Nice, fucking, you, too.
Fucking piece of shit.
Fucking scumbag.
- Folks, may I have
your attention, please?
I'd like to welcome you all
to pay your respects to Tony.
- Do you see who just showed up?
- What does he want?
- Think it's about the money?
The debt Kyle owed?
- I don't know.
I almost think that prick killed Tony,
but the guy they arrested, he
wasn't a mob connected guy.
- Yeah, unless Amato hired him.
What do we do, boss?
- I want him and his guys whacked.
Not during the funeral, of corse.
You know, after, later, in the back lot.
I know Nicky can't be here,
especially if Amato or
one of his crew sees him.
Give Nicky a call.
Tell him to stop by with a car in the back
in about a half an hour, all right?
I'll go and give
him a call right now.
- Go, go, go.
- I wish I would have killed you.
Look at you, right where you belong.
Now I get to see your wife have some fun.
Maybe get close with your son.
You're gonna miss all of it.
I'm sorry for your loss.
You know, your husband owes me $400,000.
I also know that he has a
private stash somewhere.
So I'll tell you what,
after everyone here pays their respects,
we're gonna follow you out of here, okay?
- You did this to my Tony,
I'm not going anywhere.
All I have to do is snap my fingers,
and the men over there
will come over here,
and handle you.
- You know, that may be true,
but you see that associate behind you?
He has a gun to your son,
so if you don't follow my directions,
we're gonna have a problem.
He'll take him out of
here, he'll be outside.
After this, we'll follow you out of here.
- If you hurt him, I'll find you myself.
- All right, when Nicky
comes by with the car,
in about a half an hour or so,
I want both you guys in the
back, in the lot back there.
I want you both behind
that little stone wall.
What?
- I got Nicky on the phone
now, he says don't whack Ray.
- And says who?
I'm the boss, now.
- Yeah, don't put a hit out on him, yet.
And why is that?
- Boss is still alive, we faked his death.
Nobody even knows yet.
He wants to get back at Ray
on his own terms, on his time.
Shit, his wife doesn't even know about it.
- Are you sure?
- I'm positive.
Okay, Nicky, thanks.
Uh, talk to you later.
All right, Jesus.
He's alive.
Greta, what the hell was that all about?
- They took him, my son.
What do they want?
- The money, 400K.
Oh, God.
- Hello, Greta.
- Tony, what the hell is this?
You're okay?
Of corse I am.
- You faked your own death.
I had to.
- Thank God you're alive.
Did you hear what Ray did?
He took our son.
- Yeah, I heard everything.
Listen, I'm gonna be going out the back,
and going home, and I'll wait
for Ray at our house, okay?
Can you get the car,
- and take me home.
- Sure thing, boss.
- Use the front door.
Hello, Greta.
You got the money?
- Hello, Ray, you slime ball.
I told you not to fuck with me, didn't I?
- You're dead, Tony.
- No, I'm not, but you will be.
- You touch me, and my
guys will kill your son,
right here, at your house, on your grass,
and I don't think you want that kind
of blood on your hands, Tony.
- No, they won't.
- My guys are taking
care of him right now.
Why don't you try me,
might as well shoot me.
- I guess the only question remains is
how should I fucking kill you?
- Look, look, look!
- Oh, shit!
- Cocksucker, mother--
Piece of shit!
- Asshole.
- Motherfucker's still alive.
- What the fuck?
Ray!
Ray!
You all right?
- Shoot the guy on top.
- My pleasure.
Like father, like son.
- Fuck.
The fuck you doing?