We gotta get tough with Masseria and Faranzano. Only, we can't afford a war. They got armies; we don't.
We got balls and brains; you got those, you don't need an army... 100 years ago, Austria was run by a prince named Metternich. Austria was weak, and its neighbors were strong; but Metternich was a cold, caluclating fox. If one country got too strong, he organized an alliance against it. He would bring Europe to the brink of war, and then everybody thanked him when he kept war from happening. He barely had an army, but he had Europe by the *kishkes.*
...Charlie, you know who hit Rothstein. And I know you're Joe's number-two man. But if you're gonna take down Rothstein's killer... get a price from Faranzano first.
Tommy, I always thought your loyalty was to Joe.
I love Joe, but this is business and Faranzano's gonna win. You rub out the guy who smoked Rothstein, and you can write your own ticket.
...In 24 hours, Faranzano comes after us for killing No-Nose Tommy. We can't fight him; we ain't got the guns for it.
So we're goin' with Masseria?
He ain't so bad.
He's a fat, stupid fuck! Other than that, I guess he's swell.
Right now, this fat stupid fuck can save our lives. Remember, it's only temporary.