Hey fellas, lets shoot some bull here, and I'll start --
I couple of Wise Guys called me over last nite. I had to meet up with them at Don Massaro's mansion. He owns the entire West Coast. I couldn't say no. Try saying no to a mob boss. You wind up with the fishes, no kidding. So here's me riding in the back seat of a made guy's limo. Crazy thing though is, I'm not scared a bit. Fact is, I've always wanted to meet a Wise Guy. And I'm dressed for it, too - I'm wearing this $5000 Armani Suit. You would think I was going to the damn Oscars. Anyways, we finally get to the old man's crib, and I'm taken upstairs to meet the old man. I'm excited as hell, too, you can tell. So it turned out that the old man is dying, he's got this wuchmacallit cancer of the liver, that's been eating him up for ages. The man is like 300 years, too. That's the thing that kills me about Mob bosses, they're friggin' Methuselahs for heaven's sake! So this old man has a dying wish to request of me. Me! Lil ol' me for pete's sake! You would think he would be asking for a priest or something. Didn't he see The Last Don. So here's the madman stuff this old man asks of me. He heard I'm a big time Hollywood director and all, and that I had a shoot with Scorcese. He wanted to meet the coolest of Directors - Martin Scorcese. And he - the mobb boss wanted me to hook him up with a sit down with the Director before he died. Don Massaro loved Goodfellas. So do I. I told him I would do my best. He told me to do better. I suddenly knew that I would do whatever it takes to get him to meet Scorcese. I didnt want one of those wuchmacallit - 'Communions' to be conducted on me. Or some young Capo making his bones off of me.
