All language subtitles for Narco Wars 2x03 - Drugs, Bugs and the Dapper Don (English)

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Shake this square world
and blast off for Kicksville.

America's public enemy
number one is drug abuse.

Just say "No".

The mafia is a major player

in the international drug underworld.

At the end of the day,
it's all about the dollar.

It's all about the dollar.

American people want
the mob and its associates

brought to justice
and their power broken.

There's now an understanding

that the war on drugs
was an abject failure.

You have to stop and ask
yourself "How did we get here?".

I would go out in the morning,

I would sit down,

I would order an egg sandwich
and a cup of coffee,

and my friends would come,
and we planned the day.

How we're gonna pillage
and plunder New York City.

And that was our job.

My name is
Anthony Ruggiano junior.

I'm called Anthony or Ruge.

I was an associate of
the Gambino Crime Family.

Listen, the mob,
we are self-centered people.

It's all about us.

You know what that means, right?

How much money's in it for me?

Let's kill our best friends.

Let's sell heroin.
Let's poison the city.

It don't matter.

John Gotti,
he was very impressive.

My father told me once when
I was about 18 years old,

only three things are gonna
happen to John Gotti.

He's either gonna
become the boss one day,

he's going to get 100 years in prison,

or he's gonna get shot in the head.

That was my father's
future for John Gotti.

So, my father, his name was Fat Andy.

He met John when John was
a teenager in east New York.

He always knew John was a tough kid,

and, you know, it went from there.

John was charismatic,

like, you know, he had
a flash about him, you know?

He definitely had a flash about him.

They had conversations,

John Gotti and my father
used to have conversations

with each other about
how many people they killed.

I actually had an
argument with my father

because he wanted me to kill
somebody, and I told him no,

and he got mad at me because
I didn't want to kill somebody.

That's how much they
believed in this life.

John Gotti and my father
believed that it was okay

to tell your son
to go kill somebody.

And then if he says no,
you get mad at him.

Ha. Let's talk about that.

I mean, you know, right? Yeah.

John Gotti was
one of the known heavies,

if you will,
in the Gambino Crime Family.

Somebody the family could
rely on for acts of violence,

for killing people.

He was a thug.

The Gambino family,
they ran the show.

I mean, they had
all the nightclubs,

they had all the construction companies.

If you needed cement,
you had to go to them.

They had all the bookmaking.

They had the police on the payroll.

When we went to prisons,
they had the COs on the take.

The Gambino family,
and all the families,

had their hands in everything.

Cut it out and let us through.

Come on. Make a hole and...

Paul Castellano, who's the boss,

has put out an edict:
Nobody deals drugs.

It's verboten.

And if you deal drugs,
no appeal, we're gonna kill you.

And it wasn't that Castellano
thought drugs was a bad thing,

there wasn't a moral situation.

They didn't need the money,
they didn't want the aggravation

that came with dealing drugs.

They didn't want
the law enforcement pressure

that came with dealing drugs.

We know the rules,
we know the regulations.

We don't discuss them.

But when Gotti senior
steps into the mafia,

he does Gotti's rules.

He breaks every mafia
protocol and every rule.

And one of those
rules was selling drugs.

I'm Johnny Alite.

Enforcer, drug dealer,
and, uh, killer for John Gotti.

So when I'm approached to get
involved in the heroin trade

with the Gotti family, I'm on
the bottom of that totem pole.

And when they ask me
to step into business,

obviously, when you're asked
a question like that,

it's not an ask,

it's telling you you're now
in the heroin business.

So I was in the heroin business.

You got heroin coming in
back then from Turkey.

It was coming in from Spain
and the Sicilian faction.

So they had different routes
they were bringing heroin

and moving it
from every direction.

Every single guy
around the Gotti family,

anybody who was within our crew,
was moving heroin.

They were a drug dealer's drug dealer.

They were wholesaling the drugs
to big time heroin dealers.

John Gotti doesn't want
to know about the drugs.

At the end of the week
or the end of the month,

he wants his envelopes.

He doesn't want to hear
where it comes from.

When someone brings you

a shopping bag full of money,

you're not going to give
the guy the third degree.

Yeah, he broke the rules,

but, you know, I guess rules
are made to be broken.

Back then we thought it was normal,

because that's how I was raised.

I was raised in that atmosphere,

and it was really a good time in
my life, to be honest with you.

So I would go out to Manhattan

and everybody was there blowing coke,

and everybody was in the,
it was just a big party scene.

We always were well manicured.

You know, getting manicures was classy.

I got a manicure
yesterday for this shoot.

Yeah.

I even got my eyebrows
waxed for you the other day.

Today there's a zillion
different kinds of drugs,

but back then in the day,
it was coke, pot and heroin.

I never saw John snort coke,
so I would say he never did.

You know the problem,

when you talk to people
around him at the time,

is John Gotti, among other things,

was a degenerate gambler.

And apparently wasn't
a very good gambler.

He wasn't an average guy
losing $50 a game,

he was a guy that's
losing 100,000 a game.

There's only one business
that could bring in

this kind of money,
and that's the drug business.

So, Paul Castellano
was a different style

than John Gotti was.

Old guy, old school, very low key.

Paul kept hearing these
great things about this guy,

John Gotti.

He's guarded his family.

What a capable guy he's got.

What a powerful crew he's got.

Paul sees it as a threat.

Oh, everybody likes this guy.

Hey, no, the attention's
supposed to come to me,

not to this guy.

So, right there Paul's got
a problem with John Gotti.

When I was 16 years
old, my father looked at me

and he goes,
"You want to work for me?"

He said, "Going to jail was all
part of the job" he told me.

My life escalated from
working in a blackjack game

when I was 16, to a dice game,
to a number office,

to hijacking trucks,
to violence, to commit a murder.

I mean, that was
the progression of my life.

You know, listen, when I was a kid,

my father's partner told me,

"Before you definitely
commit to this life,

go to Washington, D.C.,"

he told me, "and look at
the justice department building,

and look at that building,
and I want you to know

that that building is gonna
chase you and come after you.

your whole life", he told me.

I didn't do it, but that's
what he told me to do.

Yeah.

The time has come to cripple the power

of the mob in America.

Can we honestly say that America
is a land with justice for all

if we do not now exert every effort

to eliminate this confederation
of professional criminals,

this dark, evil enemy within?

You know the answer to that question.

The American people want
the mob and its associates

brought to justice
and their power broken.

My name is Bruce Mouw.

I was the FBI supervisor
for approximately 20 years,

responsible for all investigations

involving the Gambino Crime Family.

When I was first assigned
to our office in Queens,

and we started hearing informants

reporting on this active
crew in Ozone Park

called the Bergin Hunt and Fish Crew,

the captain being John Gotti.

That was his kind of
traditional, historic club.

When he was running his crew,
that was his headquarters.

It was a very active crew.

There were a lot of killers in the crew,

and so it was one of the
biggest targets for our squad.

When you target the
crew of a crime family,

you always look for weak links,

and our informants told us that
a very weak link in the family

was a guy named Angelo "Quack Quack."

He had a big mouth, he talked
a lot and he was a gossip.

Gotti's right-hand man, best friend,

and known to be his cousin,
was Angelo.

He was Gotti's personal
strong arm, henchman,

intimidator, and moneymaker.

Along with his brother, Genie Gotti,

these guys were the two biggest
earners for Gotti senior

in the heroin trade.

Our informants told us that

he's having meetings in his house.

The big house on Barnard Avenue,
Cedarhurst, Long Island.

There was a little dining area
right outside his kitchen,

and he's meeting other organized
crime members and associates.

So we put a bug
in the little dining area,

and we also put it
in the downstairs den.

And after a while we start
picking up Gene Gotti

showing up there,

and they were talking about
major multi-kilo heroin deals.

Paul Castellano was
the boss at the time,

and he didn't react too well.

He wasn't happy.

He wanted the tapes.

He wanted the tapes, number one,

just to make sure that
his name wasn't involved,

that was the first thing,

And the second thing was
that he knew that was the way

to get rid of John and Genie,

because the rule was
you can't sell heroin,

and it still could be enforced
by a guy like Castellano.

Once Paul started
sending for those tapes,

and they weren't gonna give them up,

the **** was gonna hit the fan.

I heard rumors.

Somebody told me on Mulberry Street

that Paul was going
around telling people

that he was gonna take
care of John after christmas.

You don't say that
about a guy like John.

John didn't wait for christmas,

because John didn't give
a **** about christmas!

After them tapes,

after Paul wanted
to listen to them tapes,

John knew, at that point,

it was kill or be killed,
and basically we all knew that.

Sometimes I feel like I talk too much,

but that's a good thing, right?

My name's Karen Gravano.

I'm the daughter of Salvatore
"Sammy the Bull" Gravano.

I was about nine years old
when I started to realize

that my father had
a different type of lifestyle.

He was a gangster and,
you know, whatever that meant.

If you crossed him, you had a problem.

When he came home,
he wasn't a gangster at home.

He was a father, he was
a friend, he was a protector.

There's this one time,
when we were kids,

like my father took us
to a duck pond,

and I think we had
a couple of my cousins.

So everybody was feeding the
duck, and the duck went crazy,

and I think it
bit me or my cousin,

and I remember
my father just, like,

grabbing the duck by
its neck and choking him.

Feathers were flying,
ducks, we're all screaming.

Everybody was running.

But, you know, he was protective.

I mean, I would choke a duck
if they attacked my daughters.

And then it's just like all of a sudden,

John Gotti appeared in my life.

He had come to my
father because John knew

that he couldn't make a move on Paul

without including my father.

My father felt like Paul wasn't
kicking down to his own family,

he was making a lot of money,

and he really wasn't
spreading the wealth.

I don't want to sit here and say, like,

my father loved to do murder,

because I don't think
anybody really likes that,

but he was actually good at it.

It's snowing out,
a little snow, white christmas.

I know it's gonna happen any day now.

So the plan that they came up with

was rather ingenious.

They decide to take Paul Castellano out

by luring him to one
of his favorite restaurants

with captains that
he absolutely trusted.

Their scheme was all the shooters,

and they had many of them

because they wanted to
be able to pull this off,

were gonna be in
trench coats, Russian hats.

You see that a lot in New York,
and it's just so nothing.

No one's really going to
pay attention to anything.

If anything, they'll focus on,

"Well, there's a guy with
a trench coat and a Russian hat,

I can't tell you
anything else about him."

One of the busiest sections
of midtown Manhattan,

four o'clock in the afternoon,
around the holidays.

So John Gotti was
in the car up the corner

with Sammy the Bull.

He hated Paul so much

that he wanted to see
him laying in the street.

I happen to be at another guy,

I was at dinner at his house,
sitting at the kitchen table,

and he had a little
television on the table.

And while we're sitting eating,

we get some 911 texts on our beepers.

Back in those day, it was beepers.

And I kept getting them, 911, 911.

And behind the 911, I'm getting 9-8.

That means come to the club
on 98th street, the Bergin.

So I know something happened.

It's all over the news.

It's flashed everywhere.

That Paul Castellano was hit
in front of Sparks Steakhouse.

Big Paul Castellano,

reputed godfather of the Gambino family,

was on his way to
a Manhattan steakhouse.

As he stepped from his black Lincoln,

three men wearing fur hats and
trench coats suddenly appeared,

pulled guns, pumped six
bullets into Castellano

and six into his top capo,
Thomas Bilotti,

and then calmly walked away.

I was upstairs in
my room, and all of a sudden

on the news, I'm hearing,
you know, Paul Castellano,

mob boss, is killed
outside Sparks Steakhouse,

and I'm thinking, like,
"Wow, who could have done this?"

After the hit,
Sammy Gravano and John Gotti

drove the car down the street

and they slowed up and looked at
the bodies and kept on going.

Because he was a gangster,

and he wanted to be there
and see it for his own eyes.

And then John was the boss.

The old-time mob bosses,
you'd say, you know,

they ruled with an iron fist,
covered with a velvet glove.

Well, Gotti saw no need for the glove,

that's what it came down to.

This was a hostile takeover
in every sense of the word.

After he was killed
and John became the boss,

all the heroin dealers
that were around John

all got straightened out.

Gotti was a boss
who reflected the times.

He was always grabbing and
reaching for more and more.

So by the time that
we reach about 1986, 1987,

we expand the heroin business
into the cocaine business.

I have Colombian connections,

so we're coming in from Colombia.

There's loads coming in from Miami,

coming in from Detroit.

The allure was money,
and very easy money.

If you've got the connections,
it's about the logistics.

It was money.

So we go out to
the Hamptons, Fire Island.

Party, drink, broads,

champagne flowing from
the morning till night.

Listen, when you have keys to
the city, like John Gotti did,

he was arrogant, he didn't
care that he broke every rule.

You know, this was supposed to be

Cosa Nostra, our thing.

When John Gotti took over,

it was no longer "our thing,"
it was "my thing."

His transformation
was like a caterpillar

turning into a butterfly.

All of a sudden,
he's wearing $3,000 ties,

and the cocoon opens
and out comes the dapper don.

He's out and about.

He's good with a quip and a sound bite.

Why don't you just behave yourself?

I'm behaving myself.

You're not behaving yourself.

John Gotti changes the whole dynamic

of organized crime.

No longer the old Sicilian-style,

"make money not headlines,
stay in the shadows."

The idea was, what's
the point of being a gangster

if nobody knows who you are?

Every fourth of July
he throws a free fireworks bash

for the neighborhood.

When police had tried to stop it,

the crowds have driven them back.

Gotti is somewhat of a local hero here.

Ironically, the neighborhood thinks

John Gotti's keeping
the drug dealers out of here.

Yet John Gotti's a drug dealer,

but he's not the guy
pedaling it on the street, right?

So it's the perception.

He's saving us from drug dealers.

No, he's not.

Gotti was every day,
in your face, look at me,

I'm a gangster doing this,
and that drives law enforcement.

You're in my face, you're doing this?

I'm coming to get you.

He was such the boss.

He says, "And the worst
I'll ever wind up with,"

he said, "is a hung jury,
because the public loves me."

And he was convinced
that the public loved him,

that they would never
convict him at a trial.

Every time there was a
trial against John Gotti senior,

we were ordered to intimidate,
hurt, or bribe the juries.

Get them not to give a guilty plea,

and we'll take care of you
and a family member.

If you can't get to them,

tell them we'll take
of you's a different way.

In other words,
we'll hurt you or kill you.

We find him not guilty.

Are you happy?

Well, for sure.

- We're all happy.
- We're all happy.

We got a good decision.

The whole city should be happy.

By the time he beats the third one,

the public is convinced,
the media's convinced,

law enforcement can't put him in jail.

The charges just don't stick.

He starts developing
the nickname The Teflon Don.

Brooklyn, Queens,
Bushwick, East New York,

South Jamaica, jails.

If we seen a business that
we like, we'd step into it,

and there was nobody
was gonna stop us.

Well, without a doubt
he felt invincible,

and he put it in their faces.

And plus, he was an egomaniac.

So, yeah, it was unheard of.
It was unprecedented.

Everybody knew in their heart
that we were headed for trouble.

We're moving it through Rikers Island,

through guards that are
giving it to inmates.

The easy connection is they're
from our neighborhoods.

These guys grew up
in our neighborhoods,

they grew up in poverty.

We have connections to them
through people, family members.

So one of the guys that I was
doing business with in heroin,

he was a sergeant at Rikers Island.

His brother actually worked
for me in the cocaine business.

We use him to get me the other
connections of the other guards,

guys that he trusts,
guys that he knows for years.

You just had to have a half of
a brain, a little bit of balls,

and with the power structure
behind me and other guys,

the city was ours, and the way
we made money was ours.

John's style was
completely different

than Paul's.

Paul ran the Gambino family
within La Cosa Nostra rules,

like a business.

There were protocols to how you,
to how things are gonna happen.

Gotti ran the
organization like it was a gang.

I mean, that's what he knew,
that's what he came up with.

You had guys dealing drugs,
you had guys doing scams,

you had guys out doing this,
that and the other thing,

and so he brought that same gang
mentality to his leadership.

I believe it was 1986
my father became the underboss.

My father was basically
his pit bull, his friend,

his confidant, and someone
that Gotti can trust.

John's motto was,
"Let's put it out there, Sammy.

Let's put it on front street."

He was the boss.

He had everybody standing at attention.

He had everybody coming to see him.

Like, he would basically
call meetings every night

that they had to be on Mulberry Street

at the Ravenite Social Club at 6:00 pm,

and that's not what gangsters do.

Cosa Nostra is a secret society,

you're not supposed to
show people what you are,

and that became a strain
between my father and John.

I mean, we could never figure out

who these guys were
under Paul Castellano.

There were 250 members in this family.

John made 60%, 70% of them at some point

show up at the Ravenite Club
to pay homage to him.

We were able to identify
a huge number of members

of that family, associate them
with their vehicles,

associate them with their crews.

That's important and vital information.

John handed it to us.

So the strategy was
we got to bug this guy

anyplace he's
potentially doing business.

The trick was finding
the right places to put bugs.

So the first place we knew
John was going every day

was back to the
Bergin Hunt and Fish Club,

which was in Queens.

Then we knew every night
he was going to the Ravenite,

so that would be the
next place to try and bug.

And sources tell us that
he's now using this apartment

two stories up to have
his very important meetings.

We had a widow living there.

Our tech guys went in, they put
the bug into her apartment.

We're all excited.

So we're sitting there waiting
for that first conversation

and, you know, day one goes, nothing.

Day two, nothing. Day three, nothing.

But a few days later
we hear the back door open.

We heard him walking
through the hallway,

going up these wooden steps upstairs.

We activated the apartment mic,

and we also hear
the apartment open up,

and we hear three guys come in.

And I'm home, you know,
and I get a phone call,

and all they told me was,
"He's in the apartment."

"He's been up here for an hour plus."

"We could hear everything great."

"I think you're going to be happy."

"It sounds like they were
talking about murder."

I can't wait to get
in the office the next day,

because I have to listen to this.

We put the tape on to review it,

and not only is it great conversation,

and it's John and Sammy,

and the first conversation we get,

in the one place we were hopeful
to get good conversations,

is on why they killed Paul Castellano.

I mean, you couldn't have
scripted that for Hollywood,

to make stuff like that fall out.

It was incredible.

The plan was we wanted the
impact of arresting all of them

at the Ravenite together.

We're just waiting
for Sammy, number two.

So once Bruce told me we had them,

I just had to get down
there as fast as I could.

I'm the lead car.

We go, I mean, I'm, once I'm
going, nothing is stopping me.

Bust through traffic, go up
Mulberry Street the wrong way,

block off the street.

Jump out of the car.

Run into the Ravenite.

You know,
kind of make my entrance,

say, "Alright, everybody,
know who I am.

You know why I'm here.
I want you to be cooperative.

The guys behind me
are gonna deal with you."

And one of the guys
looks at me and says,

"What guys behind you?"

And I turn around and I was like,

"Well, there will be guys
behind me any minute now.

I'm not sure where the heck they are."

John was drinking coffee.

You know, and John, you know,
typical arrogant self,

"I knew you were coming."

"Well, I'm glad you knew
I was coming."

Says, "Oh, let me just
finish my coffee."

The one thing about John,

he didn't buckle under, under
the pressure of the FBI or mob.

Mr. Gotti. Thank you.

Mr. Gotti, please.

- That stuff's in the way.
- I know.

Everything started going fast, you know?

It just all started to
come together in my head.

So I realized that
my father's in trouble.

Like this is something big.

A few days after that
we had the remand hearing

where the judge decides

whether they're going to be
released on bail or not.

I'm sitting opposite
the three defendants,

and it was going to be the first time

they were going to hear
a little bit of what we had.

As this was all being
played, I'm looking at John,

like, I told you it was good,
and he's just kind of staring,

like, yeah, I don't know what
I'm going to do about this.

Sammy Gravano's a very shrewd guy

and a very intelligent guy,

And Sammy Gravano
looks at the lay of the land,

and on some of the tapes,

Gotti is not saying very
nice things about Gravano.

He implicates Sammy
in a bunch of murders

that are going to put
Sammy in jail for life.

I mean, somebody described it as

Gotti was being what
they call a dry snitch.

He's talking about
murders and blaming Gravano

in case anybody's listening,

and Gravano interprets all of that

as "This guy was ready
to throw me under the bus,"

or "This guy is throwing
me under the bus."

He felt betrayed,

and the feds were actually smart enough,

because they used this tape

as the wedge between
my father and Gotti.

It's the old saying,

there's no loyalty amongst thieves.

You do what you got to do.

It's the name of the game.

This particular time
when I went on a visit,

I could tell that
something was different.

And he came over, he sat down,

he was like, "I'm going
to tell you something

that goes against
everything I believe in,

and everything I've ever
taught you to believe in."

"I'm going to cooperate
with the government."

And it was like, I couldn't
even believe that those words

came out of his mouth.

Like I never could
imagine him doing that.

Everything that he
ever taught me as a kid,

like, he was so against that.

That he's actually saying
this to me right now,

it just broke my heart.

So when we were making the decision

whether or not to make
the deal with Sammy,

with that came concerns

as to how he could
adversely affect our trial.

I now had somebody
the defense could beat up,

they could cross examine.

The jury can hate this guy.

That's all a problem to my case.

It was a risk.

The guy dressed like Fonzi

is the prosecutor's star witness.

He was Gotti's number two man.

"Sammy the Bull" Gravano
was Gotti's underboss,

and now he's going to tell
the jury all about it.

I'd have to say that
he's the most significant

organized crime figure ever to
cooperate with the government.

On the witness stand,
I mean, even the first time

he came out having to face
and square off against John,

and the two of them lock eyes,

and John's kind of giving
him that stare-down,

and Sammy's like,
"I'm here because of this ****."

Once that moment ended, it's
like, under control, got this.

Not a problem.

They couldn't get under his skin.

They played the rat card.

They did everything.

This guy was one of the best witnesses

I've ever seen testify.

Better than some cops
I've ever seen testify.

He was unflappable.

The teflon is gone.

The don is covered with velcro,

and every charge
in the indictment stuck.

That's when it finally
hit me, I almost teared up,

knowing all this hard
work for years and years

had finally come to fruition.

We did something that nobody thought

was gonna happen, right?

Nobody thought this
guy was gonna go to jail,

and we slammed the doors on him.

Gotti's friends had
organized a rally of supporters

from Gotti's neighborhood
to come and protest the trial,

which they claim was unfair.

The swelled to the
front of the courthouse,

overturned U.S. Marshals' cars
and clashed with police.

Gotti was a boss,
the celebrity gangster.

Gotti was the boss who
grabbed with both fists

his whole way up the mob ladder.

There was a lot of money
to be made dealing drugs,

whether it's coke, marijuana,
heroin, meth, whatever,

but reality was the way
he managed this organization

drove it into the ground.

He felt the public loved him,

and those were his words:

"They love me and the worst
I'll ever get is a hung jury."

And that's what he thought.

And that's what he believed.

But at the end of the day,
he was wrong.

I don't hurt nobody.
I don't rob nobody.

I don't lie to nobody,
but sometimes I miss the action.

I miss the money.

My life was all about greed.

I never had enough.

You know, greed is the gasoline

that feeds the engine in the mob.

At the end of the day,
it's all about the dollar.

It's all about the dollar.

~subtitles ripped and corrected by~
Rapunzel@addic7ed.com