![]() Rossi: You think that’s so in’ easy?Ĭavella: You fear him because you don’t understand him. The first thing we do now is deal with Castle. The first thing you gotta do now is settle in, you wanted me you got me. If it wasn’t for the respect the Cesares had for your dad you’d have been in pieces.Ĭavella: you both, you don’t like my methods. Zaso: That’s the kind’a shit gotcha sent to Boston to begin with. Vincent: You shouldn’t oughta’ killed the kid. What was that? A in’ test or something? I shit bigger’n Jackie Paladore. You chicken shits couldn’t even whack a one legged guy in the hospital yerselves. None o’ youse woulda’ made capo if Frank in’ Castle hadn’t whipped everybody above you out. Sittin’ there in those expensive suits you don’t even know how ta in’ wear. And what are you Zaso twelve? Look at you. You think when he hit Donny he didn’t have nine ways ta get outta there planned out? The er walked into a room with a hundred wise guys and walked the out after he dropped two dons without a single hand raised to stop him! You all act like he’s the in’ boogeyman. What happens when we go to war? A couple of fat s get their skulls ventilated in front of a pizzeria by some other fat they think is their friend. He looks at this like a in’ war an’ we’re fighting like mooks. He’s some kinda’ Green Beret/Marine Recon/SEAL something’.Ĭavella: Exactly. If it was as easy as saying it it’d be done already. Whatd’ya know for nothing about the in’ Punisher. Zaso: You think we ain’t never tried that? Christ six years the has been toe taggin’ our people. Pictures of famous Italians hang on the walls including a portrait of Don Massimo with a black cloth draped on the corner.Ĭavella sits at the head of a table in a small dining room listening to seven other men argue about him. The walls are paneled in fine woods and moldings, the chairs are 19th century wingbacks upholstered in red leather. S’like makin’ a deal with the prince o’ in’ darkness.Īn old fashioned men’s club in Little Italy. I’ve cleared out the good stuff and debooby trapped it so feel free to bust the door down and say you’re hot on my heels to the Bugle. If your informants don’t know mine sure as hell don’t.įrank: Spanish Harlem, I’ve got a small weapons stash in the basement apartment under the San Laguna del Sol restaurant. You wouldn’t have to hunt, just kill everybody in front of you in the chow line. Soap: Damn it Frank, sometimes I think you’d enjoy being locked up. The next task force assigned to find your ass might actually try. ![]() You keep the scum scared and outta and their heads down, but the feds are all over this. ![]() Look, the city and the police put in minimal effort to find you, I’m proof of that, and the average cop would look the other way if he caught you blasting a scum bag. Joe Q Public hates these ers and doesn’t care if you put down a few mob guys here and drug dealers and pimps there and a baby rapist for good measure they love that, but they don’t wanna hear that kids see the shit. in’ kids will have nightmares the rest of their in’ lives about seein’ that shit. Soap: Sounds like a ing psycho killer! In front of their families, man. Soap: What Cesares? There is no more Cesare Family. The less time I spend with you the safer I’ll be.įrank: What have you got on the Cesares? Word is they’ve brought someone in from Boston to take over. Then again you hate everybody.įrank: Depends on what they’ve done. Soap: A self loather, eh Mister Castiglione? Figures. Frank: Since when does one man become a task force? ![]()
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