I'll sign anything you want me to sign. And don't forget to tell your friends what happens if they fuck up around here. I wouldn't do that You wouldn't like it if I did it to you. What are you running for? Get up and be a mother. Do you have any idea what the odds are?
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It just didn't sink into Nicky's head about what it meant. I mean, not being able to go inside a casino is one issue, but having your name in the black book is another. I mean, you are listed there alongside Al Capone. But Nicky did not care, he just didn't get it. These old greaseballs may not look it, but believe me; these are the men who secretly control Las Vegas.
Because they managed the Teamsters Union. The Teamsters Union was who you had to go to in order to borrow money to build a casino.
And no one got approved for a loan from the Teamster's pension fund unless these guys in the room knew they were going to get their little suitcases.
To be truthful with you, I had to admire this guy. He was one of the toughest Irishmen I ever met. This snake in the grass was tough. For two days and two nights, we beat the hell out of this guy.
I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in his head. But he never talked. In the end, I had to put his damn head in a vise. Listen to me, Anthony. I got your head in a stinkin' vise. I'll squash your stinkin' head like a grapefruit, if you don't give me a name. Don't make me have to do this, please. Don't make me be a bad guy, come on. You made me pop your lousy eye out of your head to protect that piece of dirt?!
I think in all fairness I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance, tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early take a walk down over to the bank and walk in and see you.
And um, if you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your stinkin' head wide open in front of everybody at the bank. And just about the time that I'm coming out of jail, hopefully you'll be coming out of your coma. I'll split your stinkin' head open again. You are not threatening me anymore!
I'm sick of you! I AM fucking Nicky Santoro! He's my new sponsor! How about that, you fuckhead? What are you looking at? What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick? Are we certain that you want the gamin' control board eyeballing your record and your gangster pals like Nicky Santoro? I think you're way out of line talking to me like that. What your saying is libelous, and you're in no position to challenge my expertise. I mean, how much more were they gonna take? So, they made an example of him and his brother: If a guy fucking tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
You gotta lay down the law, otherwise they're gonna make a fool out of you. They're not gonna make a fool out of me. I write it all down in this book. Every fucking nickel, it goes down right here. Receipts, bills, everything's here. Since when do you talk like that? Nance gives me trouble, and I'll tell him, screw around with those suitcases and I'll take the eyes out of his freakin head. I didn't curse, I said 'freakin head'. Tell him to take his fucking feet off the table.
What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint? I'm having a bad night. You want to do me a favor? You want to take your feet off the table and put your shoes back on?
I want you vacate this guy off the premises, and I want you to exit him off his feet and use his head to open the fucking door. Sir, you're gonna have to leave. You mind accompanying us outside? Bullshit, I ain't going anywhere. Bullshit, you're out of here, cowboy! You know who you're fucking with? Do you know who you're fucking with? I mean, did you know that guy you threw out was with me?
But you know what he did? And then I walked over to him politely and he tells me to go fuck myself. Then he called me a faggot. So what do you think I do? I threw that cocksucker out. Hold on a second. You called my friend a faggot? You tell him to go fuck himself? Tell him to go fuck himself? He falls back, groaning. Ace listens to the noise of Nicky roughing up Cowboy ]. You big fucking hick, you. Get up, get up. You better hope he lets you back in. If you ever get out of line over there again, I'll smash your fucking head so hard you won't be able to get that cowboy hat on.
This guy obviously doesn't know who he was talking to, you understand? He doesn't know that, uh, we're dear friends.
I mean, he's already very sorry. But, uh, if you could do me a favor to let him back in, I swear to you he'll never get out of line again. I promise you that. If he does it again, he's out for good. I don't care what it is, Nick, I'm gonna ha- I'll - I'll never let him in the place again.
I'm sorry about this. You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fucking desert! Go over there and apologize.
Get the fuck out of here! I mean, they're smokin' their Di Nobilis and they're eatin' trippa and fuckin' suffritt', you know, fried pigs guts? While, if I wanna talk private, I gotta go to a fuckin' bus stop.
Now, notice how in the count room nobody ever seems to see anything. Somehow, somebody's always lookin' the other way. Now, look at these guys. They look busy, right?
Who wants to bother them? I mean, God forbid they should make a mistake and forget to steal. A routine licensing hearing turned into bedlam yesterday when the flamboyant Tangiers Casino executive, Sam "Ace" Rothstein accused the state's top gaming officials of corruption and hypocrisy. What are you runnin' for, Bob?
What are you running for? You promised me a fair hearing when you were getting comped at my hotel, and you were asking me for copies of your bills so you could put 'em on your expense account! In a wild outburst that followed his gaming license denial, Rothstein followed several stunned commissioners into the hallway where he continued his harangue until his own lawyers and friends urged him to leave. We all have a past.
You have a past. I have a past. And my past is no worse than yours. But you guys think you have the right to pass judgement on me! Long suspected of running the Tangiers without a license, yesterday's hearing was to determine whether someone with Rothstein's history was qualified to officially hold a top gaming post. He knows those guys he yelled at are friends of ours. What's the matter with him?
Making all this mess! I knew if I gave them the wrong answer, I mean, Nicky, Ginger, Ace - all of them could have wound up getting killed. Because there's one thing about these old timers: It's bad for business.
So I lied, even though I knew that by lying to Gaggi, I could wind up getting killed too. He's got a fucking hero sandwich here. What do you want?
It looked like a gun! I'll be doing paperwork for two months because of you and this piece of shit, you fuckin' jerk-off. You know, I don't know if I could do this even if I wanted to.
The Gaming Commission would never give me a license. I have at least two dozen gambling and bookmaking pinches on me. You don't have to have a license to work in a casino. All you gotta do is apply for one. The state law says you can work in a casino while they're processing your application. They got a ten-year backlog.
But what happens when they do find out? Why would they want to find out? We're putting a hundred million into this desert here. Why would they want to lock us out? And besides, they'll never find out. All you got to do is keep changing your job title. And what happens is they take your application and they put it at the bottom of the pile. I know guys working there for thirty years who don't have a license. You know, if I did it, I'd have to run it my way.
Nobody's going to interfere with you running the casino. Sherbert send you in here to rob me now? Been fucking knocking everyone's dick in all night? Huh, you been beating all the customers tonight, motherfucker? You guys have to be kidding, adjourned? What do you mean adjourned? You promised me a hearing, you won't allow me a hearing? You didn't even look at the FBI reports. When you were my guest, Mr.
Chairman, Senator, at the Tangiers hotel, did you not promise me that I would have a fair hearing? I was never your guest at the Tangiers You were never my guest? I never comped you? I don't comp you at least 2 or 3 times a month? I'd like to answer that at this time, Mr. Rothstein is being very typical to this point. Was I at that dinner? Tell me, was I at that dinner?
You were wandering around. You were in the I was in the building? You know damn well I was at that dinner, and you swore to me I would have a fair hearing. Well, tell me I was at least at the dinner. Allow me that much. Give me that much at least! Thanks for not calling me a liar. You son of a bitch. Yeah, thanks a lot. I know you woulda ratted by now.
You can't just fire him. Everybody out here with cowboy boots is a fuckin' county commissioner or related to a county commissioner. I'm fuckin' sick of it. How the fuck can you grin? I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president. Well, I've been busy. Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though. What's takin' so long over there? This peter's a motherfucker. Just keep workin' it. Gotta learn how to open these fuckin' things so you won't have to take 'em.
I'm looking at you right now. I'm seeing you for the very first time right this minute. I'm seeing you and I can feel my heart click. I see you fourteen years old. I see the first second i ever saw you.
I see you long-legged little colt, stupid braces on your teeth. Every time I ever see you, that's what I see. For Nicky, Las Vegas was the fucking wild west. No, you can't, you gotta make a reservation, it's all booked up. No no, it's ok. It's impossible, it's booked up, you gotta make a reservation, it's very difficult to get in. It's ok, I'll use the service entrance. I'll see you at nine. See you at six. I mean, this can only make matters worse.
You're a beautiful girl. You don't want to ruin your looks. I've seen a lot of girls get shot to hell from this stuff. I was so good that when I bet, I can change the odds for every bookmaker in the country.
I had it down so cold that I was given paradise on earth. I was given one of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas to run: The Tangiers, by the only kind of guys that can get you that kind of money. Sixty-two million seven hundred thousand dollars. I don't know all the details.
But it should have been perfect. I mean he had me, Nicky Santoro, his best friend watching his ass. And he had Ginger, the woman he loved on his arm. But in the end, we fucked it all up. It should have been so sweet, too. But it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that fuckin' valuable again. Okay, I didn't have lunch with Jennifer. Who were you with? I was with someone.
I know you were with someone, who were you with? I just hope it's not someone who I think it might be. I just hope it's not them. We had a deal, remember?
He said if things didn't work out, I could take my stuff and my daughter and leave. Look in my eyes. Look - look in my eyes. Do you see anything in these eyes that would let someone in your condition take my child away from me? You know that'll never happen. Would you knock it off, Sam? I'm just trying to figure it out. Nothing to figure out. I'm home, we're working it out. Yeah, but I've been told before we're working it out.
To think that you're home So counting the watch, maybe four thousand for expenses over the weekends, of which you must have had a good time. I know he did. I know that fucking peice of shit had a good fucking time. You might as well have fucked him, which you probably did anyway. You looking me a certain way. You're good actress, you know that? Can't fucking get that pity out of people.
You always thought I was but I'm not. He's lucky I didn't kill him last time. Lucky he's fucking living. And if you had stayed with him, and you would have run away, you would have been dead, both of you. Have a good time. Ginger, honey, this is for you, love. Thanks for your time. What do you mean "what's the matter"? I made a lot of money for you. I want my cut. I've seen you stealing from me. Look at the stack of chips! Don't give me that shit! I want my cut! I've been watching you all night.
I want my money! That bag's full of fucking chips! What do you mean "stole"? I didn't steal anything from you! Well, how about that? In the casino, the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and keep them coming back.
The longer they play, the more they lose. In the end, we get it all. But out here, they're givin' me awards. I can't believe it. Who the hell would believe that the FBI had a wire in the place looking for some information about some old homicide about some guy who was whacked out God knows when over God knows what. Would you believe such a thing could happen? Every FBI man across the country had their ears open, this guy basically sunk the whole world.
Freak you Sam Rothstein! I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in his balls. Maybe if I stick your head through that window over there you'll get unconfused.
Give me the fuckin money. Take this stiff and pound it up your fucking ass! Take this one and stick it up your sister's ass! He found a nice, warm, secluded place in Costa Rica. He thought nobody would find him there. Nance runs onto the veranda of his mansion, breaks a door panel and runs inside. Beeper follows him and more gunshots are heard. Nance comes back onto the veranda, only this time he has been shot in the stomach. He limps around while clutching his bloody stomach ].
But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs. So naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding and give them all up just to save his kid.
Blood splatters from Nance's mouth as he falls to the ground. The gunmen walk away ]. Can you feel my eyes on you? Can you feel me look into your heart? Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach? Can you feel me in you? We may have to kick a kike's ass outta town. Couldn't do it yourself, ya chickenshit cocksucker? All right, I just bought us a few minutes. You want to get back at this prick? Okay, you got, what, two million dollars in that box? Hey, you got a minute? He's got two million in the box, am I right?
Okay, you let him keep your jewels. We take the cash and the only other thing he cares about. We go to Europe, you dye your hair, you get some plastic I don't want to go to Europe. I want us go to see The Elephant Man. We're not going to go see any fucking elephants, okay? We're going to Europe. Let the adults talk. You dye your hair, you get plastic surgery like we talked about, right? How much do you think he's going to pay to get this fucking kid back You know where she gets this from?
No, you - you want me to come over there? I'll smack your face! Don't give me any of your shit! Tell him to take his fuckin' feet off the table. I'm what counts out here. Not your fuckin' country clubs or your fuckin' TV shows. And what the fuck are you doin' on TV anyhow? Thats why The Bosses sent me out here - they wanted me to make sure none of the other crews robbed the joint.
Like these two fuckin' balloonheads over here. They were gonna try to bang us outta two hundred fuckin' grand? Yeah, right, I'm sure. If you had any fucking heart at all you'd be out fuckin' stealing for a living.
You tied up our little daughter to a bed? What the fuck is the matter with you? Is there something mentally wrong with you? Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth. I want you to exit this guy off the premises, I want you to exit him off his feet and I want you to use his head to open the fucking door. I didn't like the people I was ripping off looking at me, so I used to turn their fucking pictures around. Tell that fuckin' Pepe if he's switching stones on us, he'd better take a fucking camel back to Nigeria.
If you ever come back again, ever, to take her money, next time bring a pistol. That way you've got a chance. Ol' Don's as useless as tits on a boar. I'm sending this kid to Bolivia in a fucking box. And that's just what these hustlers look for.
They cruise from casino to casino, looking for weak dealers the way lions look for weak antelope. And if, and when, they do find out that they just got zapped by a cattle prod, they wish they really did have a heart attack. I don't care how long it takes, put an equal amount in each muffin. But I want you to understand that I am lookin' out for you in this thing. You're going to get yours back Where are you goin'?
You're in that place. I'm always here for you. I told you this was fucking dangerous. Remember I said, "Ginger, this is a dangerous situation, be very careful," you fucking yes me to death. If it's so fucking dangerous, then why don't you kill him? Shut the fuck up, what do you know what you're talking about.
Well, then have him killed and get it over with. Hey, don't be such a fucking smart ass, will ya! I know the guy 35 years! I'm gonna fucking whack him for you? Motherfucker, I knew this.
What about my money? How the fuck am I gonna get your money now? You think he's gonna give you money? Look what you did to this fucking guy. If you would have just kept your fucking mouth shut. Ah, what the fuck is the use. What time did your mother do this? When did she leave? You only exist out here because of me!
That's the only reason! Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again! If you ever get of line over there again, I'll smash your fuckin' head in so hard, you won't be able to put that cowboy hat on. Look what they did to my hand man! You can either have the money and the hammer or you can walk out of here.
You can't have both.