01x03 - Feast or Famine

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Previously on Bad Blood.

I want to legitimize our
interests across the board.

Slowly pull back.

You work for the gangsters.

I work for the neighborhood.

Mr. Rizzuto? We're here to
place you under arrest.

What the hell's going on?

They're coming at us from all sides.

I'm talking about my son.

He's getting it out there
that he's heir to the throne.

We have some business to discuss.

I told you I'm not paying anymore.

The only way that people will be certain

that Vito Rizzuto is
still on top of everything

is that if a Rizzuto is
there to say it for him!

If I run away and hide, they're
gonna think we're scared.

Don't you dare try to blame my son.

- You understand?
- Yes.

Yes, boss!

Yes, sir!

Whatever it takes
to remind you of your place.

Yes, boss.

Did anything happen?

Morning.

I'm Luke.

I've heard of you.

I heard of you.

So, you're the guy?

What guy?

The guy!

Mr. Big Mafia Don!

Look I think, somebody gave you

some misinformation to, um,

confuse or embarrass you.

I don't know.

You don't want to push me.

I don't even know
what we're talking about.

We're the only ones
who can keep you safe.

Why is that?

'Cause we're the same.

You and me, we're the same?

You mean, 'cause
'cause we're white?

Other than that I can assure
you we are not the same.

We need to make arrangements
with your people.

You're a smart guy,

you know how this works.

Um, who should I tell them is calling?

'Cause, you know, I
forgot your name already?

Luke.

Just Luke that's all you need.

Listen, Luke.

My friends, my very good friends

from Chicago, New York, New Jersey...

Um...

They don't like to do
business that way.

They don't like to be told
who they have to work with

or not work with.

You know, that's just the way they work.

And to be honest,

I don't even know, you know,
what they have organized.

But I do know this...

They have a long memory

for anybody who hurts one of their own.

- Nice speech, old man.
- Yeah, I thought so.

How could this happen?

We arranged security through New York.

It's obviously some
kind of miscommunication

and someone dropped the ball.

Do you understand

how this makes us look?

I mean, if we can't
even protect our boss,

what makes our partners think
that we can protect them?

My next question,

this miscommunication problem...

do you, do you think it was a
screwup or a... or a message?

I don't think it was a move against
us, but I can't be 100% certain.

Now, you find out!

- Well, we need certainty.
- Yeah.

So, you want me to handle it?

No, I'll take care of it,
I'll take care of it.

Okay, let me tell you about my night.

So, I had to meet with
the dear Inspector Aucoin.

Guess what he wanted to talk about?

Nico.

Nico's the problem right now.

Yeah, I know.

No, no, you don't.

If you did that kid would be hamstrung

and locked in a basement
until Vito got out.

Can't exactly do that.

You know, there's nothing
more dangerous to an operation

than to trust somebody
who can't be sensible.

And that kid has no sense about him.

- It'll be taken care of.
- It better be.

Or someone else will take care of it.

And then, I had to talk to Jacques.

Guess what he wanted to talk about?

So that little sh*t thinks
he's the new boss?

The king dies so, he takes his throne.

- This isn't England.
- No.

It's not England and he is
an obnoxious little sh*t!

Stop making excuses for him
like he's eight years old.

If he wasn't Vito's kid,
he'd be dead already.

Hey, hey, you can't talk that way.

He's completely untouchable,
that's right from Vito.

- Well, Vito ain't here.
- Yes, he is.

When you're talking to me
you're talking to Vito.

- Do we understand each other?
- Do we understand...

I don't work for Vito,
I'm a g*dd*mn partner

so, you speak to me
like I'm a g*dd*mn partner.

Or you won't speak to me at all.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

We're on the same page, Jacques.

Just because you repeat Vito's words

doesn't make you a boss.

You gotta earn my respect.

It doesn't get handed to you.

Do we understand each other?

Get him what he wants.

And then after Jacques,

I met with the Haitians,

I met with the Irish, so before...

I could go home
and down a bottle of rye,

forty ounce, and knock myself
into oblivion,

I get a call about
the little prince himself.

- How you doing, Louis?
- Good.

- Good.
- How you doing?

- How long's he been in there?
- All night.

- Hey, hey!
- Hey!

There he is!

Do you know who this guy is? This is...

This is my father's
favorite illegitimate son.

Hey, out!

- Get outta here, beat it.
- All right.

Hey, girls!

Un, deux, trois, quatre. Out!

Out, out, out!

- Louis help her out.
- Come on let's go.

- No, no, no, no...
- Out! Let's go. Let's go.

Out.

What are you doing?

This is my personal time!

I promised your father
that I would make

sure no one else tried to k*ll you.

You didn't promise him
no one would k*ll me,

you just promised him
that no one would try.

Stop. Stop.

I spent the whole night
with our partners,

assuring them that you're not
gonna cause any more trouble.

Okay.

What kind of trouble would that be?

Someone tries to k*ll you
and you come to a club.

You need to be laying low
at home, with your wife.

And your kids!

Louis!

See Declan out.

What are you waiting for?

Louis knows who signs his checks.

No, no, no, no, no!

Bullshit! Bullshit! No!

Okay, you work for me personally now,

I'm gonna pay you outta my
personal account, okay?

If you want that g*dd*mn raise...

I'm sending five more guys to help you.

I want you to encircle him.

Every time he moves,
pisses, takes a sh*t,

you don't take your eyes off him 24/7.

Now, get him out.

We have two priorities.

Protect the boss, and keep Nico safe.

You understand?

Well, I gotta say, you're smooth, pops.

You're in our way bro.

You don't want none of this, Luke.

Mr. Rizzuto, I brought
you an extra JellO.

I heard you like the strawberry.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Marlon.

You are not to worry about nothing
from now on, Mr. Rizzuto.

Nice to meet you, Marlon.

Nico, you can't do this anymore.

You go out at night to nightclubs,
you talk your head off.

Somebody's gonna hear something.

Nonno, I can't go out?

No, you can go out, but you have
a responsibility to your family,

and you can't help them if you're dead.

I have to show them
that I'm not afraid.

The only thing you're gonna prove
by that is that you're stupid.

It is intelligent to be afraid.

I'm afraid, your father's
afraid, your family's afraid.

Hi, Papa.

What is this?

I told them to come

because you have to make peace now

because like it or not,
we are a family.

Ambush.

Nico, no.

We're all on the same team.
We have to work together here.

Well, you're just going to
tell me what I need to do

so why don't you get on
with it already, Bruno?

Go back to work.

Go live your life.

Take your kids back
to their baseball games,

your wife to a nice quiet
dinner just the two of you.

Just keep your nose clean.

And that's it?

That's it.

And if I say no?

All right, now
you're gonna listen to me.

When your father was here
I made him boss.

He's gone now.

I have to make myself boss again.

And I write the commandments,
and you're gonna listen.

I understand you, Nico,

all princes want to be kings,

but that's not the path
I'm gonna let you take.

There is no one,

who your father trusts more
with his affairs than Declan.

There is no one he loves more than you.

And that's all you're gonna
get and that's the situation.

There is nothing else to say.

I don't wanna hear one more word.

Get a drink, OK?

Good.

You got what you wanted.

No.

I got what we all wanted.

Most importantly,
it's what your father wanted.

Come on.

So, Nico Jr.
Finally got the message

and he did the right thing.

He went back to doing
real estate development.

Was he bored?
Sure he was, but he was safe.

All was good.

For the next year,
everything ran so smoothly.

Profits were up, no blood was spilled.

They were quiet and fruitful times.

City hall was happy,
our partners were happy

and we all just tried to
keep on with our normal lives,

until the day Vito
would finally be home.

Hey, Michelle.

I need to go out.

I wasn't aware you couldn't.

No, I need a night out!

With the g*ng.

You, the boys.

Dancing, bottle service.

I'm bored outta my mind.

Hey, I'm swamped right now.

My friends don't understand
what I'm going through.

I hate being with them.

Yeah, I've met your
friends, I can sympathize.

Come on, Declan take me out.

Dinner and drinks.

I miss him so much.

I miss my life.

It'll be good for you too!

I got another call, baby.

So, if something clears up,
I'll be in touch, okay?

Yeah?

That's me.

Hey!

These boys have been terrorizing my son.

They beat him up a few times,

but not like this.

The doctor says,
"One more punch to the head

could cause permanent brain damage."

My son begged me not to press charges,

because he said it would
only make it worse for him.

So, I went to see the
father of one of the boys.

The leader.

And he wasn't as understanding
as you wanted him to be?

Monsters create monsters.

Some years ago, when I first met you,

you said you'll work for me.

Is that still true?

Can you help me?

Open your mouth.

You know that kid,
you beat the hell outta?

That smart little Asian boy?

If you ever touch him again,
you will disappear.

If anyone ever touches him again,

you will rush to his rescue.

You are now his guardian angel.

And because of you, from now on,

his entire high school
existence will be charmed.

Nod your head if you understand
and agree to these terms.

Good.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How is Nico?

He's walking the line.

He's going to work every day,
go home for dinner.

Good.

- And business?
- Real good.

We're up 8% across the board.

We've increased
our legitimate holdings by 3%,

not quite as much as I want,
but we're gettin' there.

And the syndicate?

Usual bullshit,

but they're starting to get
back into the groove now.

How's your protection?

Tight.

- No one looks at me, no one touches me.
- Good.

How's Michelle?

Bored.

- She seeing anyone?
- Nah, not at all.

You still got a tail on her?

Around the clock.
She's loyal that one.

She's a soldier.

If she was a guy she'd have your job.

Anyway, looks like you've got
everything under control.

Yeah, it's really peaceful right now,

Vito. Just the way you'd like it.

My girlfriend's gonna take me home.

Okay, sure.

Did you have fun tonight?

Yeah.

No, you didn't.

Thank you for this.

I love you.

- I love you too.
- Yeah.

Bye.

It's a good job, but it's a good thing

your customers aren't very discerning.

I'd never smoke this crap.

Here you go.

Move.

Don't move!

- Freeze!
- Drop the g*n, now!

You're under arrest!

How you doing, Declan?

All right.

Who are you?

I'm Renata.

Vito's lawyer.

And now I'm yours.

They, offered me total
immunity for me to flip.

I told them I didn't know
what they were talking about

that they could kiss my a*s.

You do realize, you could get 15 years.

So?

They'll come back to you
with the same offer in a year.

Two years.

And five years.

Enough time, for you to start to wonder

what it is you're doing in there.

While he's on the outside
eating steak and getting laid.

I won't talk.

Ever.

That's what Vito said you'd say.

Then he told me,

and these are his words,

I will not stop until he is out.

I will work as if it were
my own son in prison.

Vito was true to his promise.

They had given me 15 years,
but he worked like hell,

and got me out in four.

From that day on, I was a
made man in the family.

You do any job long enough
you can often predict

the general ebb and flow
of your business.

When you're a gangster, the
only thing you know for certain

is that things never stay quiet

as long as you'd like them to.

Then one day, some Irish recruits

massacred three Haitians
over a street corner beef.

It was the kind of amateur brass ba*ls

swinging move that starts a w*r

when all was needed was a phone
call to work it all out.

Which one of you am I talking to?

- You know who I am?
- Yeah.

Who told you to hit the St. Henri crew?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I checked with Mick already.

He said he doesn't know
sh*t about this mess.

So, if you're working outside
of the lines for somebody

I need to know about this and he's
gonna want to know about this too.

Call 911.

Somebody call 911.

One bonehead move

and everything we worked for
was about to fall apart.

You k*lled an innocent civilian.

Dad, husband...

And he was from
a missionary family.

So, I, I just want you to wrap
your heads around that karma.

So along with the cops,

I've got the church so far up my a*s,

all I've been smelling
is incense all day long!

You!

And you!

You guys have any idea,

any idea, how bad this is for business?

Because now we're going to have to

stop moving all products for weeks.

- I wanna...
- Yes.

Yeah?

And yes.

Okay, so then I'm really talking

to the shitforbrains behind you!

Now you know what,

I'm not gonna talk to this
shitforbrains behind ya,

that's your jobs!

I'm not gonna clean up your mess.

I cannot get you out of
this, I can't help you.

City Hall...

They're so hungry for blood

that they're gonna get fed somehow.

What are you doing?

You call yourself a boss?

You know what real bosses do?

They take credit when credit is due,

and they take the blame
when the sh*t hits the fan.

Screw you, Declan.

- You're out.
- What?

You heard me. You're out.

You hit first, you're
out of the syndicate.

You can't do that!

- Why?
- Because you didn't let me know

before you let
the animals outta the cage.

Declan, we should run
this by Vito first...

I am Vito, right now!

Declan...

Declan...

I'm just saying that
this is a big decision

with farreaching implications.

It's a big decision.

Bruno right...

Peacemaker.

Okay, level heads will prevail.

Hey, Mick...

you say you're a boss?

You show me what bosses do.

Yeah.

Boss, you can't be serious.

- What, you're gonna listen...
- Can I get a hand here?

What? No!

Man he's made a mistake!

Papa Lou, your guys
had every right to retaliate,

but you k*lled an innocent civilian.

And Inspector Aucoin,
he's gonna want an arrest.

You're gonna give him one.

You understand me?

- Good.
- Good.

Don't ever, unless it's family,

do that again in front of anyone.

What you want is a business
that's pretty much cash only.

You know like a laundromat,
bar, parking lot.

That way you can run as much
as you want through it.

You pay taxes?

If you wanna clean the money,
you gotta pay the taxes.

- That sucks.
- Yeah, it does.

Hey, watch that guy with the arm cast.

You gotta be shittin' me.

That cast is made of blow?

One of the prison docs in on it.

He gets a kilo a month
to distribute inside.

Someone sets up a fight, needs a cast,

Dr. Feelgood is happy to oblige.

So...

none of the guards notice that there's

always someone in here with a cast?

Guards get a cut.

They pay taxes, right?

Listen, do me a favor.

I want you to find out about
the prison doctor for me.

Yeah.

Come on, Taco.

Hey.

Hey, Taco.

You Italian stallion.

How's work, Nico?

Busy.

What do you want?

I need you to call your father.

You need to call him
at the usual time that you do.

After catching him up on, the family,

you'll ask him how he feels.

He's gonna say he feels fine.

Then you're gonna say,

"Dad, I hear you
got a bad cough."

He's gonna say it's nothing.

And then you'll insist

that he goes to see the prison doctor

given his past medical history.

You're gonna play the concerned son.

Is he all right?

He's fine. He's fine.

Vito's idea was crazy,

but I was gonna do whatever
it took to get him out.

Come on in.

We put all our resources into it.

We paid off doctors, we paid off

nurses, Xray technicians, orderlies,

blood labs, sh*t, we forged
our own medical records.

And if they wouldn't take the money,

well, we had other tactics.

Okay, it says you have
a pain in your shoulder.

What's this?

Why do you have pictures of my family?

You work at a prison, right?

It cost us a notsosmall fortune,

but a year and a half later,

we bought ourselves
a terminal cancer diagnosis,

and an early release.

- To cancer!
- To cancer!

Nico, seriously, you handled
the press like a pro!

I mean, a grieving son

trying to get his terminally
ill father out of prison.

You're like an actor
guy, like a natural.

Just glad it worked. Took
long enough, but it worked.

Do you know how hard
it is to fake cancer?

- How hard is it?
- Really hard!

To my son, coming home.

And me having the time to take
care of my tomatoes again.

Salute, papa.

Now can I go out again, or am
I confined to suburban hell?

Let's wait until Vito comes home,

he'll straighten everything out.

And, then we'll rent an entire
floor at the Ritz Carlton.

Or an entire floor at oncology!

Who's drinking?

Who's drinking?

You know it's not a question,
it's not a question.

I don't know how you did it.

Seriously, just want you
to stay in the downlow.

Okay? Until he gets home.

I promised your dad
that I'd keep you safe.

That line works
better with an audience.

Save it for them.

- Here we go!
- Look at that?

We get Vito out,
so, things are great, right?

You're not gonna believe
what happened next.

Some journalists with nothing
better to do for a couple years,

release a bombshell report

saying the entire city's
construction industry

was totally corrupt
and controlled by the mob.

Which it was.

Construction was one of our
biggest money makers, after all,

We couldn't afford to lose that.

Bastardi.

City Hall went into a crisis mode.

They tapped Quebec
superior court justice

France Charbonneau to head up
a commission to investigate.

We all know what the standard playbook

for political scandal looks like.

First, they'll issue
a statement telling us

that they take these
allegations very seriously.

And then they'll hire
a taskforce or a commission.

But nothing ever comes from it.

Because those groups always
come from within the system.

This will not happen with me!

sh*t!

The inquiry is mandated
to probe longstanding allegations

that firms have been colluding to win

big roadwork and
construction contracts,

and that some provincial and municipal

politicians have been on the take.

Let me make something very clear,

I choose my own team.

There will be no
parameters placed on me.

In short, I will be no one's
friend in this investigation.

The commission
will delve into the last 15 years

of construction contracts in Quebec,

looking for any pattern
of collusion and corruption

in the way
those contracts were awarded.

And that organized crime
has its hand in all of it!

If we find this to be true,
it will stand no more.

sh*t!

Sorry to hear about your cancer.

You still owe me
from the last game, though.

Double or nothin'?

You would take money from a dying man?

Hell, yeah!

You're such an idiot! Bid a
dollar, a dollar! Idiot!

Hello.

Are you sure?

It's gotta be the 'Ndrangheta.

I don't know, I don't know,

that's a really big move for Toto.

That's what we said when we, when
he had the Irish at the Haitians...

Not the same thing, Bruno.

You think he made some kind of alliance?
He'd have to.

I heard a name.

Sal Montagna.

Holy sh*t! The Bonannos?

Sal Montagna?

- Who'd you hear that from?
- I heard it.

Do you think he'd make
a move up here like that?

Make a move, on Vito from New York?

- That's crazy.
- Sal is crazy.

Crazy enough, to, to make a move
on a boss and whack his son?

I don't know.

Bru?

I don't know.

It's no secret they want
our action for themselves.

If they controlled our ports,

they'd make 10 times what
they make now on drugs.

- Does Vito know yet?
- No.

I called. They're gonna
tell him in the morning.

So, my boy told me a new joke!

Knockknock!

- Who's there?
- Interrupting cow.

- Interrupt...
- Moo!

- What, you get it?
- Yeah. I get it.

Mr. Rizzuto,
you need to come with us.

At the Montreal General Hospital,

doctors pronounced Nic Rizzuto Jr.
Dead on arrival.

Experts say the brazen m*rder means
there's a major power struggle

in Montreal's underworld.

Mister Rizzuto, did you hear me?

Mister Rizzuto?

My son is dead?

Yes.

My deepest condolences.

When's the funeral?

In three days.

So, what do I have to do to leave?

There is a procedure for that, but a

lot of people have to sign off on it.

Well, get 'em on the phone.

It doesn't work that way.

Make it work.

Look, anticipating that you'd ask,

I actually looked into it already.

It's not gonna happen.

You're not going to let me bury my son?

It's out of my control.

Again, my condolences.

Is there anything I can do
for you, in the meantime?

You can have more phone time
if you'd like, as much you...

You can shut your mouth,
you useless piece of sh*t.

Next time on Bad Blood...

So, his plane lands
at three, right, Gio?

- What's going on?
- Vito doesn't want you there.

Sal's here.

- Well, who's Sal?
- Sal Montagna

acting head of the Bonanno family.

I think the time for diplomacy is over.