They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn’t give him an open-coffin at the funeral.

We had to sit still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit.

There was nothing we could do about it. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn’t.

It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things.

Fuck!

They fucking whacked him.

Fuck! I knew it! I can’t fucking believe it.

You know what I mean. He is gone, and we couldn’t do nothing about it. That’s it.

What do you mean?

We had a problem. We tried to do everything we could.

Vinnie, what happened? Did we get straightened out?

We would now have one of our own as a member. Oh, nooo…

As far as Jimmy was concerned, with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made.

Thirty years huh? Brings back a lot of memories. Pike’s Peak was a fucking pimple then, wasn’t it?

I’m an old-timer. Thirty years ago.

How many years since you were made?

It is like a license to steal. A license to do anything.

Also, you can fuck around with anybody, as long as they aren’t also a member.

It means nobody can fuck around with you.

It is the highest honor they can give you. It means you belong to a family and a crew.

It didn’t matter my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you must be 100 percent Italian so they can trace your relatives back to the old country.

Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish blood.

We were goodfellas.

We always called each other goodfellas. You’d say to somebody: “You will like this guy. He is all right. He is a goodfella, one of us. ” You understand?

God be with you.

I love you. Don’t paint any more religious pictures, please.

You look wonderful. Be careful.

I look good, huh?

You look lovely.

Ma, where are you?

They had a signal set up so he’d know the minute the ceremony was over.

Jimmy was so excited, you’d think he was being made. He must have made four calls to Tommy’s house.

Jimmy was so happy that morning because this was the day Tommy was being made.

We had money coming in through Pittsburgh, and even after a while the Lufthansa thing began to calm down.

Still, I never saw Jimmy so happy. He was like a kid.

When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff, it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.

Still, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over.

What did I care? I wasn’t asking for anything. And Jimmy was making nice money through my Pittsburgh connections.

It made him sick to turn the money over to the guys who stole it. He’d rather whack them.

He kicked some money upstairs to Paulie, but that was it.

I knew Jimmy. He had the cash. It was his.

I gave Jimmy the tip and he gave me some Christmas money. From then on, I kept my mouth shut.

Jimmy was cutting every link between himself and the robbery, but it had nothing to do with me.

Come on, fuckos. Let’s go for a ride.

Don’t give them the satisfaction, the fucks.

I will bust their fucking balls.

Don’t fuck with them.

Tell her he ran off with some broad.

I’ve been home! I’ve been on the phone…

Let me get changed. I will take you home then look for him.