All language subtitles for Mob.Cops.2025

- So what drew you to the NYPD?

- I didn't want, I didn't wanna get killed.

I mean, there was two ways

of getting outta the neighborhood,

be, be a bad guy or get into the force,

go into the police force...

There's a fine line

between good and bad.

Most people know exactly where that line is.

- He knew a lot of monsters...

- They might step on it a few times,

but most people, they don't cross it.

- But when they do cross that line-

- All along the neighborhood...

Some still have a chance,

a chance to get back on the right side of it.

- I respect 'em,

but it's not where I wanted to be.

- But when a cop crosses that line,

there ain't no coming back.

- Around shooting guns,

that's the picture we have of

what it's like to be in the mob.

So, is it really like that?

Meet Leo, Leo's old job in the NYPD was

to investigate the mafia.

This meant that Leo dealt with real monsters,

not the ones we see in the movies.

And unlike the movies, that meant Leo

was frequently put in real danger.

- You know, Hollywood paints this picture of mobsters

and those kinds of people like they're really bad people...

- Come on,

come on, Delgado, gimme a right, gimme a right.

Now give it to me like you mean it.

Come on, come on, boom, boom.

Come on, Delgado, I know you got more.

Come on, baby, let's go, let's go.

Gimme a right, gimme a right, let's go.

Let's go, give it all you got.

All right, you wait one sec.

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, hold on.

Delgado, you got a call.

- Coming.

- Bridget Hughes was a good woman

who married into a bad situation.

Her brother-in-law was in the mob,

and that poison trickled down to her sons.

Josh was the worst of the two.

He disappeared without a trace.

- Hey. - Bridget never got closure.

Her other son, Phil, later, became one of my informants.

And as a result, I got a bit closer to Bridget.

But six years after Josh disappeared,

Phil was found dead in front of a strip club, mob related.

- So...

- What's going on, Bridget?

You're not in trouble, are you?

- I know what you're doing with the visits and the calls,

and I appreciate it, I do, but...

We're not friends, Tim.

I don't need a friend right now, I need a cop.

- All right, Bridget, we're not friends.

What's going on?

- My boys were no angels.

They were born too close to that world,

that world that took 'em from me.

Phil wasn't your fault.

- Yes, he was.

He was my CI and he was my responsibility

and I kept him on the street a little too long, I...

I knew I should have pulled him and I didn't.

And for that, I, I can't sleep.

- He knew what he was doing.

You play with the devil, you will always lose.

You have to let it go.

- Yeah.

Why do I have a feeling this is not about Phil?

- I saw a ghost, Tim.

I was in the kitchen with the, the TV on,

and right there on the screen was a face

that I haven't seen in years.

A face that I've never forgotten.

A face that I will never forget.

They came looking for Josh that day,

and Phil told them he wasn't here, and they left.

And they were only outside for a few minutes,

but those few minutes are all I have left.

- Bridget, I'm sorry, I really am.

But Josh's case is cold.

It's not only cold, it's frozen.

I think on this one, you need to take your own advice,

you need to let it go.

- People don't just disappear, Tim.

- They do, I've been a cop for a long time.

They disappear all the time.

I'm sorry.

- We buried Phil.

His soul could rest now.

But Josh is still out there...

Somewhere.

I will never forget that day they came looking for him.

And I will never forget their faces.

- Leo Benetti and Sammy Canzano.

I knew these guys.

They'd been on my radar for years.

What is all this?

- It's what you asked for.

- Should have asked for a bigger office.

In order to learn anything about these two,

we had to do a ton of digging.

And we realized it all started with Benetti's court case.

- Morning.

Your Honor, as the prosecutor...

- Leo Benetti came from mob blood.

His father and some of his uncles were all connected.

He wanted to cover his own way out of the neighborhood.

He joined NYPD at the time

when NYPD was desperate for manpower.

And in order to get more badges on the streets,

they were willing to look the other way.

- Your Honor, the prosecution...

- Sammy Canzano was a Vietnam vet.

His past wasn't as colorful,

but his record was far from clean.

But make no mistakes,

if Benetti was a rattlesnake, Canzano was a cobra.

They found the police case file

with Benetti's fingerprints all over it.

They said that Benetti handled the file

while working on a related case.

- Will the defendant please rise?

In the case of New York versus Leo Benetti,

I have no choice but to find the defendant

not guilty.

- Yeah.

- Case dismissed.

- Not only did he get off scot-free,

the son of a bitch got a promotion.

- Oral?

Yeah, well, I guess it would be fucking...

Motherfuckers, some of the effective girls

here are in jail, but, oh shit.

What do we got here?

Holy shit, you seeing this?

Look at the fucking tits on her.

What time you gotta get back?

- I got time.

- Did you eat today?

- I'm not hungry.

- Ya look like a fucking Ethiopian.

- I learned in Nam not to go into battle on a full stomach.

- Yeah, well, I do everything on a fucking full stomach.

- Except keep a low profile.

- Hey, it's low enough.

Okay, I may look like I don't keep things cool.

But I was cool as a cucumber, my friend.

You see what happened with the case, hm?

And put in the same situation,

any other schlump woulda cracked

and went straight for the deal, but not this guy.

You know what I did?

Doubled down. - Doubled down.

- Doubled down, they got you red-handed, they say,

you know what they got?

They got fuckin' nothin'.

I had the entire police force on my side.

And at the end of the day, what did I get, huh?

What'd I get, jail time?

Nope, I got an apology and I got a promotion.

Now this is me.

Anybody got a problem with that,

I'll show 'em the door.

They wanna fucking dance,

I'll show 'em something else, you know what I'm saying?

- What, your dance moves?

- Yeah, my fucking dance moves.

I'll dance and jiggle all over their fucking balls.

- It's just, we got a good thing going on here.

- Got a fucking great thing.

- Great thing, so I'm asking again with sugar on top,

I'm heading up the mop unit now.

I don't need any extra heat.

So if we could just take it down a notch, okay?

- Okay, only for you.

'Cause I love you, babe, okay?

- Alright.

- Get the fuck outta here.

Thanks, Tommy. - Thanks.

- Yeah, have a good one. - Yep.

- Is it good?

- Tastes like it needs some more salt.

- Okay, but not too much, you know what the doctor said.

- Where is it? - It's over there.

- Doctor'll wait.

- What do you mean the doctor will wait?

- Hi, Papa, - Hey, honey.

- Mwah. - Hey, hey, hey!

Gimme a kiss. - Mwah.

Uh, Mom, you know where my hairbrush is?

- Well, I don't know, when's the last time you used it?

- Um, I, I don't remember or I wouldn't be asking you.

Can you please help me?

- Alessia, I'm a little bit busy right now.

Don't you see that?

- Well, I'm going to the movies later. I can't look like this.

- Oh my god.

- Mom! - What?!

That's your daughter.

- That's your daughter.

- Your daughter.

- Your daughter, I'm going to the basement.

- I told her already, you know what she's like,

you're losing your breath with her.

It's in one ear and out the other with her.

Forget about it.

I'm telling you, she's dumb.

Yeah.

I mean, she never change.

- Who ya talking about?

- You know.

I know, yeah, I know.

I gotta go, I call you in a bit, right?

Kiss you, bye-bye.

- Who's that?

- Do you know what time it is?

- Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, sorry I'm late.

I met up with Leo after work,

and you know Leo, once you get him started.

- Hm, what did you meet Leo for?

- Nothing, just work stuff.

- I don't know, we used to go out.

- Okay, so we'll go out.

- Hm, just like that?

- Just like that, you wanna go out or not?

- Seriously? - Yeah.

- You know what?

I'll heat you up some leftover.

- Oh, great, now you're mad at me.

- Benetti and Canzano were as dirty

as they come, and they were about to get dirtier.

Ben Sherman was one of the mob's, top earners.

He had his fingers in everything

from knockoff clothing to hardcore drugs.

If he needed it, Sherman would get it.

He worked for this lunatic Johnny "The Wrench" Galiano.

Galiano was an underboss in one of the top mob families.

- So what do you think?

It's bad, huh?

- It's not fucking good.

Look, it's fucking terrible.

- So what do I do?

- What do you do?

Be a fucking man.

Grab your wife, hug her, kiss her,

say, "Honey, I love you,

"but maybe cooking aint your thing."

- Man, I'd sooner whack her than break her heart like that.

Are you kidding me?

- You know what?

What she did to this fucking steak, look at it.

It's a fucking travesty.

- Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck!

- Buy fucking pork chops.

She can't fuck up pork chops.

- You'd be surprised.

There she is.

- Oh wow, you enjoyed dinner, Ben.

You wolfed that thing down.

- Oh, yeah.

- He can't stop talking about it.

- Well...

- Well, I hope you left some room for dessert,

because I made my famous tiramisu.

- Oh, wow, I can't wait for that.

- You're gonna love it.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- It's the best.

- It's even better than the steak.

- Huh.

- So you guys, I will go and put some coffee on.

- Oh, okay, thanks.

Thank you.

So what are we gonna do about Grossman?

- Ira Grossman was a diamond dealer

who unwillingly smuggled illegal bonds into the country

for one of Galiano's operations.

Even though he didn't know he was breaking the law,

the damage was done and he was on the FBI's radar.

- You think he's talking?

- Of course he's fucking talking.

He already fucking talked.

If the FBI's even whispering to that motherfucker,

we got a problem, he's gotta go.

It's gotta be clean and it's gotta be soon.

- I have an idea how we could do this.

- Great, I got about 10 fucking ideas on what we could do.

- Johnny, your fucking problem's you don't know

how to do anything fucking clean.

I met this guy when I was doing time up in Allenwood.

- What guy?

Sherman was doing a stint

in Allenwood, where he met the man

that would eventually bring all these scumbags together,

Benetti's cousin, Freddy Silano, Jr.

- Is this a good time?

- What do you want now, Freddy?

- I got a guy here, wants a couple ki's.

- Is this the, uh, old guy or the new guy?

- He's the old new guy, but, uh, he's stand up.

We go way back, I trust him.

- I'll make the call.

- I really appreciate you be doing me a solid.

- But let me tell you something.

This time's gonna cost you more.

I ain't doing this for nothing.

- Whatever you need.

- I don't really need anything from you, Freddy.

- Actually, I think I do got something you need.

Got a little cousin, right?

He's a cop, he's NYPD.

He'll do whatever it is I fucking need him to do.

He don't come cheap.

He's a greedy little bastard, but he'll do whatever.

- You know, I don't like cops.

Especially dirty ones.

- I don't like cops neither.

But this my little fucking cousin, come on, man.

- Freddy, please go away.

- It's good.

- Yeah.

- What do you have for us?

- A friend of mine needs a favor.

- Hold on a second, let me get this straight.

You made a friend?

- He's a real solid guy, met him on the inside.

He runs all the gambling

and all the drugs on the Lower East Side.

If somebody's buying, this motherfucker's selling.

- I like him already.

- Who's he run with?

- The Tosaros.

- We don't do no favors.

You know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, we ain't doing no favors.

He's paying us a nice chunk of change.

If yous just don't fuck it up,

I promise you're gonna make a lot of money for a long time.

- What's he want us to do?

Benetti and Canzano needed

to make it look like a routine traffic stop.

But this was anything but routine.

- What's the problem, Officer?

- License and registration.

- That.

And that's registration.

- Ira Grossman?

- Uh, that's right.

- This your car?

- Uh, yes, it is.

- There was a hit and run tonight.

You know what that is?

- Yes, of course.

- A witness said they saw this car,

your car, leaving the scene.

- That's impossible, that, this car,

it was parked all day. - Sir,

we just want to take you down to the station,

ask you a few questions.

- I didn't do it.

That's the only answer you need to know.

- Hey, you wanna be a fucking smart guy?

- Listen, sir, we could do this the easy way, my way,

or we could do the alternative.

Do you know what the alternative is, sir?

- The hard way?

- Uh, that's right.

So what's it gonna be?

That's what I thought.

- Atta Boy.

- I'm sorry,

is that really necessary?

- Yes, sir, it is.

It's for our safety and for yours.

- What precinct are you from?

Where are you taking me? - Get inside.

- Where are you taking me?

Ow, ow, come on now!

What is this?

- Just gonna ask ya a couple of questions.

- I'll answer any questions you have.

What, what are you gonna do with my car?

- Benetti and Canzano pulls him over

with their lights flashing.

But once he got in the car,

they always took their lights off.

They were pros.

- Relax, sir.

- These guys just,

they just wanna ask ya a couple of questions-

- No, I know what this is, no-

- They're gonna take five minutes,

I would fucking hope so. - No, no, I'm not getting out!

- This is easy. - No, I'm not getting out!

- Hey! - I'm not getting out!

I'm not getting out of this car!

No, I'm not getting outta this car-

- We're doing it the hard way. - No, oh, ow!

No, stop it, no!

No, no, no, stop it!

Come on, please, please!

Please don't, I'm a father!

No, no, stop it, no, I know what this is, no, no!

- No, no, no, I'm a father, please, I'm a father!

No, no, no, no, no!

- Rat bastard.

- No, no, no.

Please, Mr. Sherman, please don't

make me do this. - Get a fucking shovel.

- Please don't make me do this.

Mr. Sherman, I can't do this.

- Son, get your shovel.

- No, I can't do-

- Get your shovel, what'd you see?

- Please- - Get a fucking shovel!

- No, this is not what we agreed to,

- Whoa, wait, wait. How many times did you see this?

- I didn't see anything.

- What'd you see all year?

- I didn't see anything- - You don't see nothin'.

- I can't do this.

- I told you, I protect you. - Please-

- Uncle Sherman will protect you, okay, son?

Please get your shovel and bury this pest.

- Remember, you didn't see nothing.

- Jesus Christ, what did this poor bastard do, huh?

- You know what?

Whatever he did is not your concern.

I don't think so.

- Who the fuck you think you're talking to but don't fucking but

don't fucking address me like that.

- Take your cousin outta here. - Come on, come on, come on.

- No, fuck you, you four-eyed fuck.

Hey, get him outside. - Fuck you.

- Fuck you, you four-eyed fuck! - Get outta here.

- Go order a pizza, you fat fuck.

- Fuck you, you fucking- - Thank you.

- Fucking piece of shit.

Fucking bald, fucking piece of shit old fucking crackpot.

What's this guy's fucking problem?

- Don't worry about him. - Me?

Worried about him?

Who the fuck is he?

- That's Ben Sherman. - Oh.

- He's the guy you need to know about,

but you don't need to know, you catch my drift?

Look, you guys did real good.

I got no doubt when the boss hears about it,

he's gonna be real, real impressed.

- Who's his fucking boss?

- Galiano.

- The Wrench?

- Yeah, The Wrench.

- No shit.

- Tell Sherman if he needs anything-

- It's gonna cost him more fucking money.

- That's normal, you guys deserve more money.

- No shit we fucking deserve more money.

- My little cousin.

- Alright, cousin, I'll see you soon.

That's how it happens.

You do one bad thing that leads to another bad thing,

and before you know it, you've not only crossed the line,

you can't even see it anymore.

They tampered with investigations, gave up informants,

wire tapped locations, whatever Galiano needed.

They didn't see lines anymore, but they did see color,

and their favorite color was green.

They kept busy, the cash kept flowing and so did the blood.

They were probably thinking

they weren't doing anything wrong,

that they were actually helping get animals off the street

by setting them loose on one another.

They were probably even expecting a few pats

on the back for doing the world a service.

But like they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

And bad deeds, well, they don't go unpunished either.

- You die, motherfucker!

- Fuck you!

Motherfucker!

Motherfuck, fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking cunt!

- Yeah.

- Sammy, ya gotta come, ya gotta come over here.

Ah, get the fuck over here.

- What the fuck happened to you?

- What do you mean what the fuck?

This is fucking control.

- What happened?

- A hit, Sherman, on my fucking block

in broad fucking daylight.

- Did you see these guys?

- No, I need you to find out who fucking did it.

The cops showed up, Ben.

They fucking showed up, they started grilling me.

- What'd you tell 'em?

- I told them that their mother sucks fucking elephant cock!

I told 'em nothin'.

- And they let you go?

- I'm the fucking victim, ya mope!

- Hey, can you calm down?

I didn't fucking shoot you.

Calm down, okay?

- You need to call up your new fucking cop friends.

I want names, I want fucking addresses,

and I want fucking blood, ya hear me?

- I hear you and the whole fucking neighborhood hears ya.

Calm the fuck down.

I'll get him on the phone.

- Motherfucker.

- Yeah, this is Sherman.

I want you to get in touch with your cousin now.

- All right, so...

- 30 years ago.

- Johnny Galiano.

- Yeah, I can't believe this file's

just sitting here gathering dust.

- Well, where is he now?

- Where is this fucking guy?

- Shoulda taken a piss at the airport.

- Keep drinking that water,

what did you think was gonna happen?

- I, I get thirsty when I fly.

- I'd be a big boy and just wait.

There he was, that smile didn't fool me.

I could see it in his eyes,

those chains were absolutely necessary.

- This gonna take long?

I gotta go take a piss.

- Mr. Galiano, my name's Detective Delgado.

This is my partner, Jesse Polino.

We're here from the District Attorney's Office in New York-

- New York, nice.

I can...

Tell by your accent.

I also like the sound of Mr. Galiano.

I mean, I would say that other than my ballooning bladder,

this is, this is going really good.

- Mr. Galiano, we have a few questions about-

- What, the mob cops?

- Yeah, Benetti and Canzano.

- You know, uh, I have seen and done some shit

that would make your assholes turn green.

Things that could put made guys

in this place right next to me.

But nobody asked me about that no more.

Everybody wants to know about these fucking cops.

- You talked a lot through the years,

given up a lot of guys, been in

and out of witness protection,

and yet, here we are.

- Here we are.

- How much of your testimony would you say is accurate?

- How much?

All of it, the whole thing.

- Including murder?

- They would suck my cock if the price was right.

- These are some unbelievable accusations. Mr. Galiano.

- What do you want, it's the truth.

- Well, that's the thing about the fucking truth,

it's so unbelievable that you can't fucking believe it.

- That's right.

- Would, would you be willing to say this all over again

to us in your own words?

- Yeah, you get me outta here if I did?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, it's not gonna happen.

- You get me early parole?

- No.

- How 'bout a piss break?

- Piss break? - Yeah.

- Joey, take him to the bathroom.

- Yeah, Joe, what would I do without you?

You a boxer, huh?

- Excuse me?

- You're a boxer, I could tell by your nose.

It's all fucked up.

- Don't let him get in your head.

This fucking guy's unbelievable.

You should probably go take a piss yourself.

It's gonna be a long fucking day.

- All right, I'll be right back.

- Fucking guy.

Once we got him talking, it was off to the races.

I mean, in one breath, he gave up Sherman,

told us about Grossman,

and then got to the day he got hit.

- What a pair of balls these guys had.

- You fucked with a lot of guys.

What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?

- You ever been shot?

How 'bout you?

Well, you ever stub your toe?

You know, what happens is you get this surge.

I don't know, fucking adrenaline?

And whatever emotion you got going on

when it happens, it gets, uh, amplified.

So, uh, if you're scared, you get more scared.

And if you're angry, well, you go fucking ballistic.

So, I called the cops.

- Do me a favor, and don't call them cops, all right?

Those guys were a lot of things, but they were not cops.

- Okay, Mr. Sensitive, I don't give a flying fuck.

A cop is a cop to me.

You're all jerk-offs, okay?

So you could write down whatever

the fuck you wanna write down.

Do you wanna hear this or not?

- Yeah.

- I didn't even wait for the fucking blood to dry.

I got on the phone and I called Sherman

to call Freddy and set up a meet.

- They fucking hit Galiano.

- Who did?

- That's what we need you to find out.

- No problem, tell 'em not to worry.

- I ain't gonna tell him nothin'

till you get me some fucking name.

- Let's go shake some trees.

I didn't care

how those motherfuckers did it.

I just wanted it done.

I wanted names, I wanted address, I wanted blood.

Lucky for me, the shit hit the NYPD fan just in time

for the cops to get a whiff.

- Oh, here it is.

- And the first piece of shit

to come up was the bitch of the bunch.

Josh fucking Hughes, dog boy.

Josh kept bringing his fucking mutt around

everywhere he went, including right

into Wong's Chinese restaurant.

Now, I'm not a big fan of Chinese food,

but Wong was a friend and unless dog was on the menu,

there was no fucking reason to bring

that mutt through his front door.

- So what happened with that broad?

- I mean, you know, we were thinking about-

- Oh, what's up with the fucking dog?

Customers are complainin' here.

- He's eating with me.

- Listen, Mr. Wong runs a fucking standup joint over here.

You can't be bringing that fucking dog in

for egg rolls no more, you understand?

- Anthony's right, Josh, let's get the fuck outta here, bro.

- I ain't goin' anywhere.

- Now why you being such an asshole?

- Call me an asshole again, see what happens.

- Oh, it's Johnny.

- What's the problem?

- It, it's all good, I got this.

- It's all good? - Johnny, I got it.

- My dog was hungry.

- Your dog's hungry?

Well, look at that, oh, it looks like he's still hungry.

You got this?

Handle it. - He's got quite the appetite.

- Yeah, quite the appetite, handle that.

- Listen, take the fucking dog and go home.

- I ain't going nowhere.

We're hungry and we came for dim sum.

Dim sum, and then some, ya dig?

- This ain't fucking funny, Josh.

Read the goddam room, bro.

- I'm just getting started.

- Motherfucker!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-

- Let's fucking do it right now,

I'll shoot this fucking dog! - whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, hey, come on, whoa- - You too,

get the fuck outta here! - Whoa, let's go, let's go.

- Get your dog and get the fuck

outta here. - Let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Sorry about that, your meal's on me, don't worry, sorry.

They say every dog has its day, right?

And Josh's day was coming too.

The cops had his name and my money,

but they took their sweet fucking time.

- Wow, this is very fancy, Leo.

- You deserve fancy.

- Yeah, I know.

Hi, hi. - Here you go, thank you.

Guys order yet?

- Nah, we didn't order, hi Felicia.

- Hi. - No, we were waiting for you.

- Can I get you something to drink?

- Uh, can we get two more glasses, please?

- Absolutely.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

So sorry we were late.

Leo, he was, uh, messing with his hair again.

- Ya don't gotta tell 'em that.

- What, the sorry part or the bit about your hair?

- Both.

- Marianne, you look so beautiful.

- Oh. - It has been so long

since I've seen you.

- Too long, Felicia, I know.

I mean, this necklace is so beautiful.

- Do you like it? - I love it.

- Thank you, Leo, he just got it for me.

- Wow.

- Yeah, I wanna make a toast, huh?

- All right.

- To good friends.

- Huh, that's nice.

- To good friends.

- Salut.

- Salut. - Salut.

- Um, Leo, the, uh,

the steak here is like $80.

- So?

- So are we gonna, are we gonna share one?

'Cause it's like a week's worth

of groceries if we each get one.

- So don't order the steak, honey.

Come on, lighten up, would ya?

You're making it awkward for everybody.

- I'm sorry.

- We can share a plate, Felicia, if you want.

- Oh, no... - No, no,

no one's sharin' nothin'.

- Do you know what you'd like for dinner?

- Yeah, um, she's gonna have the steak medium rare,

and, uh, I'll have one myself.

- We'll have the same, thank you-

- Well, I'll order Fettuccine Alfredo, please.

- You can get fettuccine at home.

- I'm in the mood for fettuccine.

- Why don't we all get pasta?

- Yeah, yeah, I, you know, I think I,

I would actually like to change my order-

- You're not changing your order, okay?

This is nice, right, huh?

Had to call the fucking Pentagon to get a reservation here.

- Just four steaks and a fettuccine.

- You got it.

- Thank you.

- If you talk to me like that next time,

you're walking home, all right?

- Anyhoo.

- Yeah.

- I was saying earlier, um...

- What?

- She said he got a wandering eye, and I said-

- He does have a wandering eye.

- I said, I think it was the concussion.

- What are you talking, are you-

- Once they finally got their heads

outta their asses, Freddy set up a meet.

- Hey.

- Ah. - Hey.

- How you boys doing?

- Good. - Beautiful today, huh?

So what do you guys got?

- The bottom feeder, Josh Hughes, you know him?

- Yeah, I know who he is.

- We got two other names, no IDs yet.

- All right, you and your partner,

go pick him up and bring him in.

- Oh, excuse me?

- Take it easy, Leo.

- I'll take it easy once this cocksucker

tells us exactly - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-

- Hey, hey, hey, hey- - Who the fuck he thinks

he's talking to. - No one talks to me

like that, all right? - You can't call him

a cocksucker. - Hey, Pillsbury,

don't talk to me like that.

- It's all right, it's all right.

- Whaddya doing? - What am I doing?

Let me explain something to you.

We're not fucking gophers.

- Hey, it's a lot of fucking money.

- It's not enough, "Pick him up."

I'll let him fucking pick up his fucking teeth

all over the goddam sidewalk, how does that sound?

- Hey- - He does have a point.

- Oh, you too now, huh?

- It's actually the perfect time to renegotiate.

- All right, go renegotiate.

Go bite the hand that feeds us, see if I give a fuck.

- Fuck you, we've been doing fine without all this bullshit.

- This is bigger than anything you ever done.

- Bigger headache, maybe.

- We'll do it.

But after this, our rate goes up.

You believe the ball's

on those assholes?

I mean, I'm surprised Ben didn't whack 'em then and there.

When they finally made it to Josh's house,

they found his jerk-off brother Phil

in the driveway instead.

They would've been doing the world a favor

if they picked up Phil too.

- You Josh Hughes?

- Nah.

- This isn't Josh's house?

- Nope, this ain't Josh's house.

- Then you must be his brother, Phil.

- Who's asking?

- NYPD, put down the fucking wrench.

- Josh doesn't live here?

- Nah, it's our ma's house.

- It's your ma's house.

- If you had to take a wild guess,

when was the last time you saw him?

- Wild guess?

He could be with, uh, Ricky, Bobby,

Joey, George, Johnny.

You could check all those

fucking guys out. - You jerk-off, listen to me.

Oh, you wanna be a fucking smart guy, huh?

- You wanna spend the fucking weekend in Rikers?

Is that what you want?

'Cause I'll make that happen right now.

You'll be getting butt-fucked from sunrise to sunset-

- Take it easy, Leo. - How does that sound, huh?

- Why don't you guys go take a fucking walk

two blocks up to the fucking park.

He hangs out with this girl all the fucking time.

Get outta my fucking face!

- Thank you. - Thank you.

They found the cocksucker

a few blocks away.

- Josh Hughes? - Josh, we wanna talk

to you down at the station.

- NYPD, you got the right

to remain silent- - What?

- Anything you can say will, will be used against you

in the court of the law. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-

- Wanna ask you a few questions.

- Put your fucking hands- - What'd you do?

- Behind your back- - It's all right.

- Ya little cocksucker.

- Yo- - I hope you got an allowance.

- Hey, what the fuck is going on, what's wrong

with this fucking guy? - Josh!

- Get in the fucking car. - You fucking cocksucker!

- Watch your head there, watch your head.

- Get the fuck outta here,

you fucking scumbag motherfuckers.

- Sorry about that. - Oh, fuck yourself.

- He'll be back by lunch, don't worry about it.

- Where the fuck are taking me, you fucking pigs?

Cops or no cops, you're dead, ya hear me?

This is bullshit, I'ma do a lot more than

- Shut the fuck up.

Be quiet back there.

- Where the fuck are you taking me?

You're a fat fuck, you and your entire family,

you fucking pig. - Will you shut the fuck up?

- Make me, you fat fuck!

- It's gonna be a long drive.

Here, pull the- - You're a fucking-

- Pull the fucking car over. - You're a fucking tough guy?

- Pull the fucking car over, we'll put him in the trunk.

- Yeah.

The deal was they'd bring

the cocksucker to Silano,

and Silano brings the cocksucker to me.

- You fucking fat cocksucker.

Motherfucker, you fat fuck.

Suck this cock.

- Get in

- All right.

- The cops were errand boys.

They weren't ready for what I had planned for Josh.

And neither was Josh.

Who ordered the fucking hit, Josh?

Who gave you the fucking order?

- Go fuck yourself.

Motherfucker!

- Yeah, who gave you the fucking order?

- Fuck you!

- Motherfucker!

Who ordered the fucking hit?

- Fuck you! - Yeah!

- Yeah. - Yeah!

That's the spirit, this is good.

That's the fucking spirit! - You motherfucker!

- Yeah, I love this.

This is fun for me, this is good.

- Fuck you and your mother.

- I, I fucking hate you.

I fucking hate you.

Who ordered the fucking hit?

Who ordered the fucking hit?

Gimme the fucking name!

- Your mother, motherfucker!

- Come here, who ordered the fucking hit?

Who ordered the fucking, who ordered the fucking hit?

- Your fucking mother!

- Yeah, that's the spirit. - Yeah, you wanna-

- That's the fucking spirit. - Fucking bite me?

You fucking piece of shit!

- Who-

Who ordered the hit?

- Doesn't sound good now, huh?

- Doesn't sound good at all.

- See this fucking gorilla I'm dealing with over there?

- Did you get anything out of him?

- Yeah, he's negotiating, but we'll be all right.

- What's that rat negotiating?

- No, he said that if I, uh, leave his body for his mother

to find so she could collect the insurance money,

he'll give me the names.

- I know you a long time, are you gonna do that?

- I'm gonna do so many fucking things to this kid.

Nobody's gonna find his body when I'm done with it.

Forget it, I fucking hate him.

It's, uh, it's gonna, it's gonna get pretty fucking loud.

You might wanna turn the radio up, sorry.

- Fuck. - Josh, look at me.

There was three people in the car that day.

You think the other two guys would want

to trade places with you right now?

I know what you're thinking, Josh.

You think that as long as you don't say those names,

you stay alive, that those names

are the only thing keeping you alive.

And you're right, you're abso-fucking-lutely right.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

It's a non-negotiable.

You're not walking outta this place today.

- Fuck away from me, man!

- Yeah. - Motherfuck!

- The difference is those names.

it's gonna be a slow death or a quick one.

- Man, fuck, Mickey Galassi.

- Mickey Galassi, I don't know him.

What about the other guy?

- Avara, Carmine Avara.

- Carmine Avara? - Yeah.

- Motherfucker!

You better not be fucking lying to me.

- I'm not, I swear to God, I'm telling you the truth.

So you gonna do it?

- What?

- What we talked about.

I gave you the names, you gonna tell my mother...

Where to find my body?

- i didn't wanna lie to the guy.

So instead, I answered him a different way.

- What did you do with the body?

- Fellas, are we done here?

I gotta take another piss.

It's the unfortunate results of old age.

- Where's Josh's body?

- Guard!

- Hey, we're gonna need to hear the rest of it.

- You know where to find me.

Where the fuck am I going?

Guard!

There he is, I missed you.

Good talking to you guys.

- You all right?

- Yeah. - You sure?

- Yeah, just, just talking about Phil, just...

- The brother.

- Yeah, he was my old CI.

- So what happened to him?

- It's all there names, numbers,

who they fucked when they were 12,

their favorite color, I got everything.

I'm done, I'm out, that's it.

- What do you mean you're out, you're done?

Gimme a few more, I'm gonna put you

in the witness protection program.

- Witness protection, how can I fucking trust you?

- You're my CI, I've been taking care

of you for years, I got you.

- What about my ma?

- Mom could come with you.

- Couple more?

- Couple more and we're done.

- Couple more.

- These are bad fucking people, Jesse.

We gotta reopen this case.

- So let's reopen it.

- Johnny Galiano.

- What about him?

- We paid him a visit the other day, he had a lot to say.

- From what I remember,

he doesn't run outta things to say now, does he?

- Sir, there are pages and pages of testimony

of him implicating NYPD cops

in numerous illegal activities, including murder.

- Benetti and Canzano?

- It matches all testimony word for word.

This is not all new, sir.

- Yes, it is. - How so?

- Galiano is a homicidal maniac, all right?

The guy's a complete fucking psychopath and he's a liar.

He's lied on the stand under oath numerous times.

You guys wanna open up this case

and put these guys on trial?

I'm gonna need more than the ramblings

of some fucking madman.

They needed more proof.

So we poured through every page in those boxes, every word.

If there was a coffee stain on one of those papers,

we traced it back to the mug that made it.

- What about Sherman?

- What about him?

- His rap sheet's just as long as Galiano's.

No testimony though, zero cooperation, real buttoned up.

- Think you can break him?

- Dangle a deal in front of him, see if he bites.

Everybody's got a soft spot.

- What are you doing?

- I'm sorry, baby, I know it's late.

- No, this is every single night now.

- I know, but I'm close, I'm, I think I got something.

- No, this case has taken up all of your time, and now mine.

You don't even have time to have dinner with me anymore.

- Baby, I'm sorry, I really am.

But I'm this fucking close.

I love you, come here.

Your day was good?

- Yeah, it was fine.

- I'm sorry, I love you.

I'm gonna go shower, you wanna hang out?

Make me some dinner? - Go shower.

- You gonna make you some dinner?

- Yeah, I'ma heat you up these leftovers. That's what I'll do.

- All right, I love you. I'll be back, 10 minutes.

Ben Sherman did his time with his mouth shut.

He didn't take any deals

and absolutely zero shit from anybody.

But it looked like if anyone was gonna help us

blow this case open, it was him.

Nine years in your seventies sounds a little bit different

than your thirties, wouldn't you say?

- Yeah, seems like every time Galiano opens his mouth,

your name's right there on his lips.

You know, we have an office stacked

to the ceiling with testimony from Galiano

that not only says these two cops were on his payroll,

but that you were his middleman.

- Galiano's a fucking psychopath.

- He speaks.

- Why don't you go back and talk to Galiano?

He'll give you plenty of stories.

Whaddya you need me for?

- We did, we wanna hear your side.

- I don't have a side.

- How does it feel?

Be more specific, whaddya talkin' about?

- This place, being locked up.

- You get used to it. - Do you?

I don't know, day in, day out,

metal, concrete, same routine.

Doesn't time just weigh you down?

- You know what?

I have a routine in here, the same as outside.

The only difference is you know you're in prison.

- You're gonna die in here, alone.

Out there, you got people who love you.

That wife, daughter, grandson,

heck, even your scumbag friends.

But in here, all you got is time, Benny.

BUt time's running out.

And I know you feel it more in here than we do out there.

So how about you tell us about Mickey Galassi?

- You know what?

Lot of scumbags out there deserve to die.

You know, for what I've done, maybe I deserve to die.

But that Galassi kid,

he didn't deserve what he got.

Not the day goes by that I don't think about that kid.

Whether I'm standing on a lunch line

or if I'm talking to my wife, even sitting on the john.

- You think Galiano feels bad about it too?

How about those dirty cops?

You think they're losing any sleep over it?

You think they've devoted a second

of their time like you have

to even remembering the kid's name?

I'm no shrink, but those guys are sociopaths.

And Galiano, he's a fucking psychopath.

Okay, whatever, same boat.

But you have an opportunity here, Ben.

Not only to see your family again,

but to set the story straight

and get these guys to do time, real time,

so they can feel the weight of it just like you do.

- I wanna hear how you and Galiano met.

- First in, first served.

- Whatever you wanna do.

- You want us to help you?

You wanna see your family again?

Start talking.

Silano, he had his fingers

in a few different pies around town.

Some bad decisions came

with some very,

very bad consequences.

The worst consequence of all was that I lost my middleman.

So with no choice and absolutely no fucking patience,

I had to personally take this over.

I didn't like the fat one.

But the skinny one, I could tolerate him.

- You guys are gonna be dealing directly with me.

- I'm okay with that.

- I'm not okay with that.

Your fucking partner-

- Don't worry about him, his bark is worse than his bite.

- Ha, I like that analogy.

He's like a little fat fucking dog.

So Galiano, he had that guy used,

he got two names out of him:

Mickey Galassi and Carmine- - Avara.

- We gotta put Avara on the back burner right now.

But it's open season for this Galassi guy.

Galiano wants his address.

- We're good.

- Sure? - Yeah.

- Keep your fucking partner under control, okay?

- All right.

These guys,

they had the world at their fingertips.

All they had to do was tap a few buttons on the computer.

- Hi Sammy, come on in, hey. - Hi, Felicia.

- My condolences.

- Oh, thank you.

Let me take your coat. - Yeah.

- He's down in the basement.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, of course.

- My condolences on your cousin.

- Yeah, same shit's waiting for us.

You know that, right?

- Happened to your cousin has nothing to do with us.

- It's got everything to do with us.

- Cousin was a scumbag.

- Watch it.

- Cousin was a monster.

They all had it coming to 'em.

It's only a matter of time.

- Get the fuck away.

- We're cops.

We're the good guys.

- Trying to get a heart attack?

- I'm getting ready.

- Ready for what?

- For anything.

- Galiano killed that kid.

- Yeah, no shit.

- Not before I got some information.

- Yeah, let me guess, he wants us to go pick him up?

- Nah, just, uh, get some names and addresses.

- Tell him to use the fucking phone book.

When did you speak to Galiano?

- Sherman asked to meet.

- Without me?

- He knew you'd be, uh, busy with the funeral and all.

- Right.

- Come on, get dressed, he's waiting for us.

- Yeah.

- Whaddya got?

Come on.

- I didn't like the look in the fat one's eyes.

What's this?

- That's what your pennies gets you.

- I was right, they handed me a list of Mickey Galassis

without telling me which one was

the one we were looking for.

Now, stop fucking around.

Which is the right name?

- You want better information?

We're gonna need some better money.

- In a situation like this,

you got two options to get your message

through hardheads like that.

The first option is a bullet.

I took the second one.

But I shoulda went with the bullet.

Mickey Galassi lived with his mother

and installed phones out in Park Slope.

- Look at her, this car was a woman,

my girl would have a real problem, get in.

- What?

- But it was the wrong Mickey Galassi.

If it was up to me,

that would've been the end of those two.

But it wasn't up to me.

- Galiano wants to meet.

- I set up to meet at Wong's restaurant.

The place might have had a couple of cockroaches,

but it was the only place that didn't have any bugs.

Galiano's temper was already up to 11.

This was it, one more fuck up,

and he was gonna put these two guys on the menu.

- Goddam fucking shit show.

- Hey, you okay? - Ah, fuck off.

Here, sorry, here, go home, just take it.

- Okay.

- You two fucking cops, I got a bullet for each of you.

- All right, take it easy.

- Take it easy?

I asked you for one thing, one little fucking thing,

an address, and what happened?

- With all due respect, it wasn't a little thing.

- With all due respect, fuck your mother.

- All we asked for was a little bit extra.

You want good work, you gotta keep the employees happy.

- Fuck your mother too.

- Listen, we can get you anything you want,

but no more of this nickel-and-dime business.

- What business you talking about?

- Put us on the payroll.

- Payroll.

You hear these fucks?

- 4K a month.

We'll get you the right information.

- But anything extra will cost extra,

you know what I'm saying?

- What do you think, Ben?

- I still didn't like 'em,

but I couldn't deny the fact that they were useful to us.

So I had to put my personal feelings aside.

This could be a good deal if you don't fuck it up.

- Okay.

All right, if Ben says it's a good deal,

then it's a good fucking deal.

But I'm telling you this right now,

you fucks better stay in line

because the second I find out that you're not,

they're gonna be serving actual pig

on this fucking menu, okay?

The fucking hand outta my face.

- I guess that went well, right?

And just like that, they were officially on the payroll.

The skinny one, he was top shelf.

He got us names, addresses, and surveillance locations.

If there were eyes or ears on us,

we knew exactly where they were.

The fat one started pulling his weight too,

and that was saying a lot.

We kept their plates full, along with their pockets.

It was all fun and games for a while,

but Galiano still had an itch that needed scratchin'.

He wasn't gonna let that hit go and that itch,

it quickly turned into a rash.

Galiano, he wants Carmine Avara.

- He's still mad about that, huh?

- Avara's much bigger fish.

You know what that means?

- Yeah, I know exactly what it means.

And that's why today,

you're gonna make $70,000 on this, okay?

- Guess you don't just want addresses, huh?

- You know what you gotta do.

- All right.

- Now you're working for me, all right?

And listen, do me a favor, don't fuck it up.

Avara was a cop with one of the major crime families.

They tailed him for weeks, getting his routine down.

- You performed witchcraft on that chicken,

oh, it's phenomenal.

- Yeah, he liked it?

- Yeah. - Good.

- How you like the wine? - Mm...

Yeah, I mean, I don't know a lot about wine, Leo.

- All you need to know

is how to bring it to your lips.

- Looks expensive.

- It taste expensive?

- Tastes like wine.

- What does it matter how much it costs?

- How much it costs isn't what's bothering me.

What's bothering me is how you paid for it.

- Come on, honey, we're havin' a nice night, don't ruin it.

- Where's it coming from, Leo, huh?

- What's what coming from?

- The wine, the suits, the, the jewelry, huh?

- What, what's what coming from?

- Where is the fucking money coming from, Leo?

You know, some of the wives, they been talkin'

and they sayin' they think- - What do they say?

- They, no, they're ridiculous things, unbelievable things.

- They're jealous of you. - No.

- They're jealous of you. - No, no.

- They're jealous of me, they're jealous of us.

They're jealous of what we have together.

That's what jealous people do, they talk.

They wanna get inside your head

and they wanna make you feel bad

for being better than they are.

I gotta go out tonight.

You keep busting my balls about money,

but I'm asking you, baby, please,

no more questions, capeesh?

- Fine, Leo, no more questions.

- Are you going out?

- Yeah, uh, I got a thing.

- Can you tell me, what is this?

- It's not what you think.

Come on, it's a work thing.

I can't talk about it, but it won't take long, I promise.

- What is this?

- I can't talk about it.

- What you mean you can't talk about it?

Who is she?

I knew it, motherfucker, I knew.

- No- - I hope it was worth it!

- It's not fucking lipstick, okay?

- It's blood.

- Blood, who's blood?

- I don't know.

- Make sure you take care of that fucking thing tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

- He's coming.

- Avara fell for the traffic stop,

hook, line, and sinker.

- License and registration.

- What's the fucking problem, Officer?

- We'll talk, license and registration.

- Did I do somethin'?

- Yeah, there's a tail light.

- Always busting my fucking balls.

- They made sure they had the right guy.

- Carmine Avara.

- Yeah. - What's that?

- We good?

- Yeah, we good. - All right.

- And that was it for Carmine Avara.

- Very good, Ben.

Now, are you willing

to say this in front of a jury?

Sherman matched Galiano's testimony word for word.

But we still needed more.

- Wait, wait, wait, that's the release.

And it was a few days before the hit on Galassi.

- That's Canzano's number.

- Got him.

- Well, I think it's safe

to say you more than poked the bear.

Gave him a good swift kick in the ass.

- Is it enough?

- I mean, you realize this is gonna taint the NYPD forever.

- We can't just let them get away with it, sir.

- It's now or never.

- Yeah, you're right.

We can't let 'em get away with it.

So, I guess that's a green light.

- Thank you, sir. - Good luck.

- You won't regret it. - Good work, gentlemen.

- Thank you.

- Babe, babe, babe!

- What happened?

- They opened the case. - No.

- Swear to God. - I don't believe you.

- Swear to fucking God.

- I don't believe you. - I swear.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

- You're gonna finally get these guys?

- I have no fucking other choice, do I?

- Finally, oh my god.

- I'm so happy.

- Aw, babe, I'm so proud of you, finally.

- Let's open a bottle of wine.

- And have some dinner?

- Beautiful, baby!

- Oh, I'm just so happy, I'm so happy.

Oh, oh, I'm so happy.

- I couldn't wait to get my life back.

But we needed to get these guys.

I love you. - Love you.

- They were retired now from the NYPD

and they moved to Vegas,

but they were still keeping busy, mostly dealing drugs.

Benetti met an actor one day

and talked himself into a few bit parts

in some legitimate Hollywood movies

and thought of himself as a movie star.

- How ya doing?

- And cut.

- They got spreads laid out all over there

you wouldn't believe.

And every day it's something new.

These actors, they eat good.

And we're treated good too.

It's all mister and sirs.

I'm telling ya, think I found my calling.

- You ever stop to think that maybe

the spotlight's not really the best thing for us?

- Whaddya talkin' about?

- What am I talking about, whaddya doin'?

- What?

- Movie, TV, books, huh?

You know, why don't you get yourself a talk show?

I know how you love to talk.

- Hey, there ain't no spotlight on us, you paranoid fuck.

Yeah, I talk a lot, but you know what?

You should listen, we got a good thing goin' here.

Nobody breathin' down our necks no more.

We're old men now, we deserve to enjoy it.

Otherwise, what's it all for?

- You sound like a fucking actor.

- Ah, fuck you.

- What's that, like a speech from your next mob movie?

We do have a good thing going!

And you just wanna throw it all away.

We're not untouchable, Leo.

- That's exactly what we are, The Fucking Untouchables.

Have you seen it yet, hm?

Sean Connery, Kevin Costner, Bobby De Niro as Al Capone.

- You're fucking delusional.

- You gotta relax.

We're gonna have a movie night this week.

Tell Marianne we'll come over.

Well, I got it on DVD.

- This is not a movie.

- Not yet it's not.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I don't wanna jinx anything,

but my book is getting a lot of attention, right?

- Outstanding, more attention.

- Would you fucking relax?

Have a piece of toast or something?

The fucking coffee's rottin' your brain.

- Wanna see me relax?

This is me relaxed.

- Where you going?

- I went over every detail

in those testimonies.

Guys, does Joey still own this place?

- Stop it, no, no, no, stop!

No, no!

- Who's that?

- We don't know a Joey.

- If we were gonna do this,

we need to know the case inside-out.

- Motherfuck.

These guys were in deep.

But if we were gonna get 'em, we needed to go deeper.

- We good? - Yeah, we good.

- Hey, those guys

that came over here last week?

But there was no way I was gonna stop...

Have you seen 'em?

Until I brought them to justice.

Benetti also sold cars as a day job.

But we had to catch him selling

a lot more than just Cadillacs.

After decades on the force, you develop a sixth sense

that goes beyond intuition.

All it takes is a second for you

to know a scumbag when you see one.

- I mean, it's five, it's $5,000 more.

- I'm gonna go shake him down.

- All right, let's give him some love.

- Let's go.

After days of seeing Iggy Sands and Benetti doing business,

we decided to question him.

- Ma'am, I mean, this is a nice gift

for the young kid to get uptown, downtown, midtown-

- Iggy Sands, come here.

- Hang on, folks.

- NYPD, my name is Detective Delgado,

this is my partner Jesse Polino.

How long you been working for Mr. Benetti?

- Couple months, maybe, give or take.

- You ever seen him get his hands dirty?

- I, I, I can't say for sure, but-

- Iggy, listen to me very fucking carefully, understand?

I've been watching you for two days now.

I know you're up to some fucking shady shit.

I saw that exchange with the fucking envelope.

- You gotta start talkin', kid.

- If you don't gimme something, I'm taking you in.

Start talking, what is he like?

What does he do? - Um, he, he-

- Start talking! - Come on, talk.

- Uh, he, he talks about Hollywood a lot.

He won't shut the fuck up about it.

- Hollywood? - What do you mean Hollywood?

- I don't know, he's, he talks about

that he wrote a book, okay?

And he, and he wants to make it into a movie.

Guy thinks he knows how to do shit like that.

I, I, I don't know.

- Hey, Iggy, I'm gonna give you some fucking advice.

Get your shit, get the fuck outta here.

If I come back and I see you here, I'm taking you in.

Let's get outta here.

- All right, that sounds great.

Okay, that sounds great, all right.

Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.

Okay, all right, well, talk to you tomorrow.

- Leo, what is it, what, what's the matter?

- Holy shit.> - Leo, what, what?

What, what's the matter, what?

- I can't fucking believe it.

- You're breathing like an animal, what is it?

- I just got off the phone with a producer,

a Hollywood producer.

He read my book and he loved it.

And not only that, he wants to make it.

- Make it? - Yeah!

- Wait, wait, into a movie? - Yeah!

- Oh my god, Leo!

Oh my god! - Can you believe it?

Come here.

- Wait, can we be in it?

- Huh, can we be in it?

Yeah, you can be in it. - Oh my god!

- We can be in it? - Are you gonna play the lead?

- Can you imagine?

- I can imagine, yes! - Can you imagine?

- Benetti always wanted to be famous.

- Oh my god!

- So we were gonna help him

get his wish.

We put a detective undercover

as a producer named Sam Cervino.

Benetti was over the moon.

- Mr. Cervino?

- Come on, please, call me Sam.

- Nice to meet you, Sam, call me Leo.

- Have a seat, I know who you are.

What are you drinking, Leo?

- Scotch and soda.

- Scotch and soda for the gentleman.

- Great. - One more of these for me.

- Absolutely, coming right up.

So great to meet you.

- Yeah. - Finally.

- Nice to meet you too.

I gotta tell you somethin', you're a hell of a writer.

- Ah, come on, stop. - I'm telling you, man.

- Thank you.

- This is gonna make an amazing movie.

You got the talent- - Yeah.

- I think you could really be a movie star.

- I think so too, my wife, they, they,

they think I should be the lead of the movie, buddy.

- Well, we're considering.

- And soda, another for you.

- Thank you. - Thank you very much.

- Thank you. - This for you.

- Whaddya wanna toast to?

- Huh, to new friends, to your book,

and an Academy Award-winning movie.

- Salut. - Salut.

- Benetti didn't hold anything back.

Talked about his family ties to the mob,

his years on the NYPD, and his friendship with Canzano.

The only thing he didn't talk about was his time

and a half as a mob hit man.

But we still knew right there and then that we had him.

- I'll give it to you. - Fuck, oh my god.

- Yeah.

- I gotta go, I got calls to make in the morning.

I gotta throw a party tonight.

Oh fucking Christ- - I gotta get outta here too.

- Tomorrow night, tomorrow night.

You should come, come to this party.

- Yeah?

- Oh, please come, bring anybody you want.

- All right. - Oh wait,

I'm trying to find some blow for this party.

- Yeah.

- You know where I could get some?

- You know who you're talking to?

You're talking to the guy

that could get you any fucking thing in town.

- Goddam, you're a funny guy.

- I had you.

- You're a funny guy. - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. - I'll call you, man.

Thank you, brother. - All right, gimme a ring

tomorrow, I'm gonna come to that party.

- That was incredible. - We'll come, yeah, for sure.

Everything was going according

to plan, it was gonna be enough to get them on drug charges

and then we could throw the rest of it right

on top of their dirty heads.

- Well, that was too easy.

- We got him.

- It's getting worse. - Yeah.

- But you look good, considering.

- Thanks.

- Maybe this could be it, you know?

This movie can set us up for the future.

- We don't need money.

- I know we don't need money.

I'm just thinking about some security.

- Security?

I don't want you worrying about anything.

- I know I don't have to worry, but still.

- Hey, then don't.

- I know what you're doing, you and Leo.

I'm not stupid, neither is Felicia.

- Have you two been talking?

- No.

- Well, forget about what you know,

what you think you know, okay?

If anybody asks you don't know anything.

- Who's gonna ask? Relax.

- I'm taking care of everything.

You have nothing to worry about, okay?

- Okay, I won't.

- I gotta go. - Okay.

- Love you... - Love you too.

- Wow! - Hey.

- Look at Mr. Hollywood!

Come here, come here, let me fix you.

Oh my God. - Come here, come here.

- Oh, huh, you look great, babe.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Now listen, you don't take any offers up front.

I know how impulsive you can be, all right?

You tell 'em, you'll think about it

and you'd get back to 'em.

- What if it's a good offer?

- Oh, if it's a good offer,

imagine how much better it's gonna get.

- Okay. - Okay?

- You're the boss.

- Don't you forget it.

- I'm a little nervous.

- You just sprinkle some of that Benetti charm,

you'll be fine.

- I love you. - I love you.

Go on, go make a movie.

- Hey, look at us.

Not bad for a couple of kids from Brooklyn, huh?

- Yeah.

- Hey, don't think that this is only my thing.

This is our thing.

We worked hard to get here.

We did a lot of hard shit.

What did I tell you, hm?

What did I tell ya?

Homework pays off.

- You really think this movie's

gonna change stuff that much?

- It's got to, we're going as producers or direct,

you could even be in it.

I'm telling you, the fucking doors are gonna fly right open.

- Doors, huh? - Yeah.

- I don't want nothing to do with this film.

- Yeah, right.

- I don't want my name on the big screen

or in the papers, you hear me?

I'm only going tonight to make sure of that fact.

- Ever since we started working together,

anything I told you, in one ear, out the other.

Ya always wanted more.

Even when more wasn't even necessary.

You got everything you ever wanted.

I have no doubt you'll, you'll get even more.

This thing, this, this isn't our thing.

What's in your pocket, that's our thing.

All this fame, it's, it's never gonna make ya happy.

'Cause no matter how hard you try,

you'll never be a gangster, Leo.

Why would you wanna be anyway?

- We had guys inside, guys outside,

and only one shot to get this right.

- You good? - No.

I'm not fucking good.

You know what?

You're right.

I could be a pain in the ass sometimes.

Hey, listen, thanks for coming with me.

Really means a lot.

And I promise you,

your name is not gonna be

anywhere near this thing, capeesh?

- Thank you.

- Now let's go get me famous.

- Let's go, go, go, go!

- Put your hands in the fucking air!

- Leo! - Hands in the fucking air!

- Don't you move! - Don't you move,

put your hands up. - Don't you fucking move.

- Don't you move, put your hands up.

- Don't you fucking move! - Put your hands up right now.

Don't you fucking move. - Turn around, turn around!

- Leo, don't you fucking move.

- Know who the fuck you're dealing with right now?

- We know exactly who the fuck you are.

- You know who I am, huh?

Do you know who I am?

- They know exactly who you are.

- Don't tell 'em- - There it is, here it is.

- Shut your mouth. - All right, don't think-

- For once in your life, shut your mouth.

- They got nothin', they got nothin' on me.

- Put him in the car. - What'd he say?

- I'll see you in central booking.

Put him in the car. - What'd he say?

- You guys okay?

You guys all right?

- Who is it? - It's Tim.

- Come on in.

Did you get them?

- Yeah, we got 'em.

- What about Josh?

- So, uh...

In the next couple weeks, you're gonna hear

some unbelievable things about Josh.

And unfortunately, they're all true.

- I meant...

What about his body?

Thanks, Tim.