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Don Salvatore Faranzano
: [supposedly, Lucky offers his services to Faranzano as a mole against Don Masseria
] I hope you can appreciate some facts, Charlie. Conditions have changed. Some people have gotten too powerful... I want you to take care of Don Masseria personally, do it yourself. That's not all, though. Lansky and Siegel. I know you've always gotten along, but Jews, they're different. You cross 'em once, fight with 'em once, and they're gone. I know this. I've heard they're a different race... Jews. You and I take Communion. They don't even believe in sin. They'll betray you, just like they betrayed Jesus H. Christ Himself. You join my family, they die. No one will even know you approved. Lucky
: Looks like I don't have a choice, do I? Either I agree to kill my friends, or you kill me. Don Salvatore Faranzano
: That's right.
: [to his father
] What are you sayin, Pop? That because I'm a greasy immigrant, all I can do is clean fish? That ain't enough! I got a right to find work that uses my brain!
: Mr. Luciano, you're walking down the street. Suddenly you realize you're being followed. It's a hit. Walking towards you is a second gunman. You have time to fire at only one of them. Which one do... Lucky
: [cutting him off
] I don't accept the question. To live, I gotta kill 'em both.
: I don't have a wife, because emotion is dangerous. Arnold Rothstein
: Aren't you human? Lucky
: Would it help?
: I have ships and distilleries in Scotland. I need distribution in New York. Lucky
: Masseria? Faranzano? Arnold Rothstein
: Either of them would kill me. Lucky
: And I wouldn't because...? Arnold Rothstein
: You have Jewish partners. Lucky
: Maybe I kill them too. Arnold Rothstein
: You can't afford to; you're in the squeeze. Either Masseria or Faranzano realize you exist, they squash you like an ant... Lucky
: [the penny drops for him
] ... Unless I get a powerful friend, right? Arnold Rothstein
: [indicates himself
: [as the Big Four consider Faranzano's offer
] ... Fifteen percent off the top from Faranzano's operation, huh? You know how much money that is? Well, I don't either. But it's a hell of a lot. Meyer Lansky
: But as soon as we sold to Faranzano, he'd knock you off because you're Sicilian; one day, you might wanna be boss. If he iced you now, there'd be a stink all right. But if you're working for Faranzano, who's gonna come after him except the three of us? And then we'd all be history. Lucky
: That's why we're in partnership with these Jews, Frankie.
: [to "No-Nose Tony" and the other Faranzano mobsters who've been jumping Rothstein's bootleg-shipments
] ... Try this again and I will kill your mothers, fuck your sisters, and turn your brothers into eunuchs! Lucky
: I think you've made your point, Benny. Let's go. Meyer Lansky
: [Then, after Bugsy guns down No-Nose
] ... You wanna start a war? Bugsy
: I don't mind. Meyer Lansky
: Well, I do. Sometimes you're so stupid I can't stand it.
: [after being set up by Don Faranzano and surviving
] ... When Tommy Reina went with Faranzano, Don Masseria made Tommy pay a price: me.
: ... Meyer, from now on, you and me gotta agree. So if I start getting a swelled head, just shoot me. It'd be a lot less painful.
: ...Charlie, you know who hit Rothstein. And I know you're Joe's number-two man. But if you're gonna take down Rothstein's killer... get a price from Faranzano first. Lucky
: Tommy, I always thought your loyalty was to Joe.
[Don Joe Masseria, that is
] Tommy Reina
: I love Joe, but this is business and Faranzano's gonna win. You rub out the guy who smoked Rothstein, and you can write your own ticket.
: [to Don Faranzano
] ... I don't bend over. It's too hard to stand straight again.
Don Giuseppe 'Joe the Boss' Masseria
: ...Charlie, you're a swell guy. But from now on, if you look the wrong way... if you even fart in the wrong direction, then you end up like Rothstein. Lucky
: Joe, you're always complaining I don't eat. If I don't eat, how am I gonna fart?
: ...When war comes, the winner will be the one who gets his enemy to trust him. Lucky
: How do I do that? Arnold Rothstein
: You save his life.
: ...In 24 hours, Faranzano comes after us for killing No-Nose Tommy. We can't fight him; we ain't got the guns for it. Meyer Lansky
: Masseria does. Frank Costello
: So we're goin' with Masseria? Lucky
: He ain't so bad. Frank Costello
: He's a fat, stupid fuck! Other than that, I guess he's swell. Lucky
: Right now, this fat stupid fuck can save our lives. Remember, it's only temporary.
: [talking business
] ... We have a problem. Mad Dog Coll
: Name him. He's dead! Lucky
: Our problem is *you*.
Don Salvatore Faranzano
: [as Lucky and Company are preparing to execute him
] ... Why are you doing this? 'Cause I tortured you? 'Cause I set you all up? Lucky
: No, it's what you did 15 years ago. Don Salvatore Faranzano
: You want revenge after *fifteen years*? Lucky
: I've been busy. Don Salvatore Faranzano
: At least tell me what I did 15 years ago. Lucky
: ...You destroyed my father! Don Salvatore Faranzano
: I don't even *remember* your father! Lucky
: [to the fledgeling Mafia Commission, at a meeting hosted by a young Al Capone
] ... You all know how I got this scar. Maybe Joe Profaci, here... Joe Profaci
: Wait a minute. What're you saying? Lucky
: Don't worry, Joe. Maybe you knew it was gonna happen to me, maybe you didn't. But by the old way of doin' things... If I became boss now, I'd have to hit you in case you knew. And all of you shrug, except some of you are friends of Joe's. And one day I might do something that upsets you, so then you'll hit me. And then YOU'LL become boss. My friends, they'll hate you for that. Then somebody else becomes boss, and so on, and on... You know what I call that? Stupid. Very stupid... We're all bosses here. Joe Profaci
: What then, Charlie? We're gonna vote on everything? Lucky
: That's right. Everybody here... is equal. Meyer Lansky
: Corporations have a board of directors, a Commission. So will we. Lucky
: Now, I have friends. They're not from Palermo, they're not from Sicily... They're not even Italians. They're Jewish. But they're still my friends. And I trust 'em. Al Capone
: You say there's gonna be no boss, but you're startin' to talk like one. Lucky
: I've learned. Every organization needs somebody standin' out front. Call it a figurehead, a leader, a headman, a kingpin, a president, whatever. It doesn't much matter to me who does it. Joe Profaci
: I say we make Charlie Luciano head of our National Commission. Who agrees?
[Everybody at the table raises his hand... with the exception of Capone, who sits at the head of the table opposite Lucky
: You want it, Al? It's yours. Al Capone
: No, I want you to do it. It's just that Julius Caesar never took no vote. Lucky
: That's why Julius Caesar ended up dead in the street.
[Capone raises his hand at last
: ... Any other business?
: [after Don Faranzano's alleged execution by Lucky
] ... Tell me something, Joe. What do you love? Don Giuseppe 'Joe the Boss' Masseria
: ...I love food. I love pussy, you know, young pussy. But most of all, I love to destroy people. Lucky
: Anybody? Don Giuseppe 'Joe the Boss' Masseria
: The bigger the better. But... yes, anybody. Makes me feel... good.
: The law of the street was take or be taken.
: You hear, Charlie - discretion. Charlie volunteered to absent himself from this meeting. He felt his presence might be disruptive, but I counseled what? Lucky Luciano
: Never let the past get in the way of the future.
: And Nucky Thompson? James 'Jimmy' Darmody
: Nucky's like a father to me. Lucky Luciano
: I got a father. Barely said hello in five years. James 'Jimmy' Darmody
: Sorry to hear that.
James 'Jimmy' Darmody
: [as Jimmy is walking out of an unproductive meeting with Rothstein, Luciano calls after him in a conciliatory fashion
] Darmody, look, AR don't like sayin', "No." Lucky Luciano
: He doesn't like sayin', "Yes" either. Lucky Luciano
: Not unless he has to.
: Mrs. Darmody? Gillian Darmody
: Yes? Lucky Luciano
: I'm a friend of James. Gillian Darmody
: His friends call him Jimmy. So who are you really? Lucky Luciano
: I'm, uh, what you call an acquaintance from New York. Gillian Darmody
: That part I suspected. What's your name? Gillian Darmody
: Never mind my name. Is he here or ain't he? Gillian Darmody
: He's not. Lucky Luciano
: Then where is he? Gillian Darmody
: Maybe he's up your ass. Have you considered looking there? Lucky Luciano
: You got a fresh mouth for a broad. Maybe I need to smack it. Gillian Darmody
: The roughneck bit... is that what little girls are going for these days?
: They're gonna fry you in the chair. Nice and slow, and I'm gonna enjoy it.
: [Pete Brewster, Lucky Luciano and Luciano's henchman have driven Welles out to a deserted stretch of dirt road and forced him out of the car
] You call yourself an American? 'Lucky' Luciano
: Listen - he's just another name on that list. I say we waste him. Let the Reds take the rap. 'Lucky' Luciano
: [Luciano's henchman punches and beats Welles, who falls to the ground. Henchman then approaches Welles and points a pistol to his head
] You got somethin' to say about that, Mr. Welles? Somethin' smart? Orson Welles
: [Thug, with gun to Welles' head, racks the slide on his pistol
] Christ, Pete, stop him! You gotta' stop him! Brewster
: [Coldly indifferent
] I don't have to stop him. You heard what he said: you're just a name on a list. Orson Welles
: [Welles, in pain, grunts and groans on the ground
: How can we possibly shoot you, when you played such a sterling part for Uncle Sam? You know that "list"... when we first planted it and you made such a big splash with it in the Press - well, it was more than I could have hoped. You know the best part? Originally, you weren't even on the list. You know why?... You're not that important. You were kind of an afterthought. 'Lucky' Luciano
: You're not worth the bullet, Mr. Welles. Brewster
: [Welles, still on the ground, glares up at him
] Don't judge me! The war never stopped. It just went underground. We simply have to win. Now, it's all about sacrifices, and whether you're tough enough to make them. Orson Welles
: Maybe you made too many, Pete. I remember when you had a soul, not just a job. Brewster
: You're entitled to your opinion. Orson Welles
: It's a free country. Brewster
: [Walking back to the car, leaving Welles lying in the road
] Fuck you, Orson. Orson Welles
: Fuck you, Pete.
[Brewster and the others drive off, leaving Welles deserted in the road
: [being worked over by two cops and pressured to give up information
] Then what's in it for me? Gaetano
: You like to gamble, don't you? Lucky Luciano
: Only when I got a chance of winnin'. Gaetano
: Best you can do here is not lose.
: How about your fucking million dollar highway? Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson
: Must you swear every time you speak? Lucky Luciano
: When did you become a quaker?
Johnny 'Figures' DiPalmero
: [referring to a board
] The dividing line could conceivably be the 135th Street, running east to west, Lennox Ave running north to south. Mr Schultz would take one territory and Mr Johnson, the other. Bumpy Johnson
: I can't accept any proposals that allows Mr Schultz to continue to operate freely in Harlem. As I've said before I have no quarrel with any of you gentlemen. But if Mr Schultz insists on coming uptown, I have no choice but to make my presence felt... Downtown. Lucky Luciano
: Well, you do realize that such a course of action would bring about your demise? Bumpy Johnson
: The Dutchman's been trying to bring about my demise for quite some time. Lucky Luciano
: I'm not Dutch. Bumpy Johnson
: Yeah, you Lucky. Dutch Schultz
: You got nuts the size of watermelons. Lucky Luciano
: Dutch! Enough with the compliments. Bumpy Johnson
: Perhaps you gentlemen to need some more time to consider my proposal. Dutch Schultz
: We ain't gotta consider a fucking thing!
[Picks up a green slip
] Dutch Schultz
: Your days are numbered. Your part of the expression. You're pretty smart for a nigger. Bumpy Johnson
: Yeah so are you. Dutch Schultz
: Ooh that's good-that's good. Insult the man that holds your destiny between his fingers. Bumpy Johnson
: So you got some slips. I beat the wraphands down. Dutch Schultz
: Oh, like the glorious Madam Queen policy?
[Tears the green slip as he stands abruptly, then throws it on the table
] Dutch Schultz
: My judge is gonna send your black ass to fuckin' jail. *Jesus Christ*!
] Lucky Luciano
: [looking at Bumpy
] Your move.
Charlie 'Lucky' Luciano
: You can't make money with a gun in your hand.
: Obviously if there's anything I can do... Arnold Rothstein
: There is actually. You can kill someone for me to settle a debt. I have it on good authority that James Darmody of Atlantic ity was one of the two shooters. Lucky Luciano
: Who was the other one? Arnold Rothstein
: I don't know, but I bet you're persuasive enough to get Darmody to tell you. Lucky Luciano
: That's a good bet. Arnold Rothstein
: The only kind I make.
Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson
: [entering the casino where Rothstein has been cheating and winning big
] You fellas ever hear of sleep? Arnold Rothstein
: Who can sleep with all this excitement? Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson
: Heard you had a lucky streak. Lucky Luciano
] Luck had nothing to do with it. Arnold Rothstein
: I'm a skilled player is what he means.