Post by Vinny "Chin" Gigante on Jun 30, 2016 22:08:06 GMT -6
SCENE: QUEENS, NEW YORK
GOTTI'S BAIT AND HUNT CLUB
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John Gotti and his rather robust associate Angelo, are at the Bait and Hunt Club in Queens, NY, eating bologna sandwiches. John has just had an attempt made on his life by the Genovese Family and lost his Underboss, Frank, in the explosion aimed for him. The two men are alone, discussing very secretive topics that have great implications both in the Underworld, and in modern every-day life. The Mafia has long controlled the docks on the NYC ports, as well as rackets in the Garment District, trucking, and construction. Each racket charges pennies to unsuspecting customers that in totality, generate millions of dollars in earnings per year. John Gotti has just learned what it's like when a man of the life breaks one of the commandments of La Cosa Nostra in a quest to grab a piece of the pie for himself without having properly gone about doing so.
G O T T I :
Can you fuckin' believe this shit? I got the fuckin' FBI crawling up my asshole every frikken time I fart, this bullshit charge from that jagoff I slapped around uptown, and now the fuckin' "Oddfather" wants to blow me up? You know that son of a bitch Vinny Gigante had his goons put a bomb in my fuckin Mercedes? What's he mad about? I'm the one who should be freakin' mad, he blew up my car and killed Frank. I'm more famous than he is, and that's his problem with the man in the fuckin' mirror, that's who. Angelo, I'm ova here bustin' ass like half-a-f*g while this son of a bitch is walkin' around the Village in a god damn bathrobe!
A N G E L O :
Johnny, slow down, you know I always shoot it to you straight. This guy Gigante is no fuckin' run of the mill herb you follow me? How do you know it wasn't a Sicilian job? The old mustaches are probably pissed off about what we did with the old man Pauly...
G O T T I :
I seen that piece of shit Luca D'Amico dipping outta there in a fuckin' hurry, that's why. You know Angie, betweenst the twos of us if anyone was ever listenin' we'd be fucked two ways from Sunday, ya hear me? Ah, fuck it. They've been trying for years to nab me, a charge for this, a charge for that, that old fat bastard Cutler and his Associates, they get me off the hook every time with the help of Sammy and his strings with the juries.
A N G E L O :
I had this room checked for bugs, fuhgetaboutit. It's like clockwork in this joint. That whole shit with the tapes making their way over to Paulie is the whole reason we got into this mess to begin wit. Talk about a fuckin' racket. Those nerds come in here with magnets and shit, $500 a fuckin' visit. So anyway, you seen Luca? He's Genovese, no doubt. What are we going to do about it, boss? We can't be making big noise right now.
G O T T I :
It's like I said, I'm standing over here with a hard on and can't do anything about it. Like a date with a jew-broad. I'm thinkin' we go against conventional wisdom here and try to cut a truce with the son of a bitch. I got my hands full and Vinny's known to accept money and protection and shit for breaking the rules. He did it with that Sonny Francese fuck when he decided to get out of the life, why not wit me?
A N G E L O :
Sounds risky to me, boss, but you say the word and I'll have the boys in Little Italy hook it up on the wire and get a message to them.
G O T T I :
No, no, I got this one. I'll just fuckin' drive over to the Triangle myself and find the prick. We go back. It shouldn't be too surprising to see me turn up, we need to settle all bullshit from the past if I stand a prayer anyway.
A N G E L O :
That's a horrible idea boss. We can't let you go over there alone.
Suddenly, the door swings open. It's Vinny the Chin, Carlo Salerno, Benny Eggs, Luca No Nose, Frankie Four Foot, and they appear strapped and trigger-happy.
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
Listen to your full figured friend, Johnny.
Gotti and Angelo are taken by surprise like deer in headlights. Benny kicks a chair over, Carlo whips out a baseball bat from his overcoat, and Frankie rips out his gold-tooth for preservation. Luca walks over to Angelo and slaps his bologna sandwich right out of his hand.
B E N N Y E G G S :
You broke a rule, Johnny-Boy. What do you got to say for yourself?
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
It doesn't matter what he has to say for himself, the rule is him and his fat friend have to die. Those are the rules boys, you knew it when you signed up for it.
G O T T I :
Listen, let me just say one thing. One thing, Vin. For old time's sake. Hear me out.
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
Don't go askin' for no favors, Johnny-Boy.
G O T T I :
Take it easy, Vin. We're not so different, you're out there in the public eye now from what I hear, wrestling or whatever the fuck. You don't hear nobody say nothin'. You're out there acting like you escaped from a looney-bin in the fuckin' tabloids and you don't hear nobody saying nothin!
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
You killed a BOSS! That means YOU DIE!
La Cosa Nostra strictly enforces death when an unsanctioned hit or an attempt on the life of a Godfather takes place. Vinny should know, he once tried to kill Frank Costello by order of the Don in which the Family is named, Vito Genovese.
G O T T I :
And you did too! Oh you don't think I know about that? Frank Costello was our family and you fucked him good, didn't you? Ah? You're such a bad shot the fucker lived and retired. Didn't think I knew that one eh? I've been around the block too, Vinny, so fuck it, kill me. But if you do, remember this, the men outside of this club and in Little Italy will have known it was you. I saw Luca leaving the scene, you fuck. They know. Don't make me muster them up and from my grave, fuck you up for life, Vinny. It doesn't have to be that way though. We go back a long ways. Don't forget the great Carlo Gambino, God rest his soul, asked me for a personal favor and if I remember correctly, it benefited you greatly.
L U C A N O N O S E :
I shoulda finished what we started too, ya prick.
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
You know, I've had a change of heart. Ease up, Luca. No, John, I'm not going to kill you. Just know, that I could have. Just know that the men in this room would love nothing more for this to be one of those television moments where as soon as I walk out of this room, it blows up into flames, but no. Not today, Johnny. You and your fat friend here can live to talk more shit on telephones and in public places, getting in trouble with the law for bullshit, and that's your punishment. Like you mentioned, I've got my own punishment, and I have to live with it. You get to live with yours.
G O T T I :
You see, spoken like a true family man. I always remember you as a stand up guy. For your information, I've always held myself accountable. Just this once, I'm saying, give me a break. The old man was fuckin' things up for the blue collar guys. We had no meat on the bone left for us the way he was taxin our ass while sitting out there in Staten Island fuckin' his maid.
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
The boss is the boss, John. Heavy is the crown. I have a feeling you'll remember that one day when it's too late. Oh, and just one more thing.
G O T T I :
Yeah?
V I N N Y T H E C H I N :
You owe me one. Say hello to your mother for me. Fellas, let's get the fuck out of this dump. Reinvest some of that money you stole in some fuckin' furniture, you prick. I thought you were the "Dapper Don".
B E N N Y E G G S :
More like the "Teflon Don" the way this fuckin' guy keeps dodging bullets. You're a lucky prick, Johnny. By the way, hell of a piss spot you got going on there, fella.
G O T T I :
Go fuck your mother, Benny.
The Genovese Family exits the club and makes their way to their respective automobiles. Gotti, still in shock over how close they have just come to being killed, stares off into the distance silently. Finally, from the stillness, the sounds of teeth crunching down on potato chips and a sandwich can be heard. John notices Angelo is eating and is in complete disbelief.
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Vinny "Chin" Gigante
Head of the Genovese Family
EWC Superstar
2-0
Former Professional Boxer
23-1-1
UNDEFEATED IN THE STREET!
