10th & Wolf

We all grow up looking for

somebody to believe in.

For me it was my father.

He was my hero.

The day after my 12th birthday I found out

my father killed people for a living.

He was a made member of the Mafia.

When I saw my father shot dead

outside of our house

I remember thinking

he probably deserved it.

And years later, when I got the chance,

I joined the marines

looking for something new

to believe in.

That lasted until February of 1991.

Just outside Kuwait City

and the Iraqi border.

F*ck!

Let me guess - you're from the government

and here to help me.

Get on your feet, tough guy.

I tell you, you're a helluva good marine.

Commendations, medals...

Made sergeant 26 months ago.

Pretty good.

And then you assault an MP

and you steal the colonel's jeep.

Why?

The colonel is a prick.

Something like yourself.

Tough guy, ain't he?

Smart, too.

Like your friends.

Friends? What friends are those?

Alright, let's see what you're looking at here.

Bad conduct discharge,

forfeiture of all paid allowances,

confinement, 2 to 3 years

at hard labor.

You've really put yourself up the creek,

old buddy.

Maybe I've got a paddle for ya.

Wanna hear more?

Not particularly.

You know this guy,

Manny Matello?

Hey, Rocco,

make me a Cosmopolitan.

Manny Matello was the

mafia boss

my father and my uncle Joe

had worked for.

I swear on Saint

fucking Anthony

if you put too much cranberry juice

in it this time,

I'm gonna kill your whole

fucking family.

You hear me?

Hey, Rocco?

Tell me, am I gonna

be lucky tonight?

The shooters were a couple of zips

working for a guy named

Luciano Reggio.

Now Reggio is a major

drug trafficker.

He's also liaison between

the Gambinos in New York

and the Sicilian mob.

In fact, New York sent Reggio down

to whack Manny Matello.

Take over the family.

Imagine that, huh?

A goddamn immigrant

running the old neighbourhood.

Do you remember a guy

named Willy Dolan?

Used to run a little book

for Manny Matello.

Sure, I knew Willy.

We grew up together.

Nice guy.

Just looking to buy a house

for his wife and kid.

The market's changed.

The price is a 100 now.

It took me six months to put

Now you want a hundred?

You tell me you're gonna

sell me a house for 87 grand,

now you want a hundred.

What's with the quibbling,

Junior? Why are

we quibbling?

Price is a hundred grand.

No quibble.

You know what? You're a fucking

pain in the ass to do business with,

you one-legged motherfucker.

- One-legged?

- I'm taking my money and going home.

You've got a problem with

my leg now, huh?

You don't even know how much money

I'm saving you out of mortgage.

That's how fucking stupid you are.

How do you like my leg now?

Tryin to chisel me, huh?

Stealing money out of my pocket?

Like the cocksucker you are!

That's right - I fucking spit on you!

Fucking piece of shit.

What's this, Willy?

What's this?

You motherfucker.

Willy was working for us.

And we're gonna miss Willy.

We had some things

that we were working on

and there are things we gotta

keep working on.

Which is why we're talking

to you,

tough guy.

Now you wanna be

a good citizen

and help us out here?

Hey, you wanna let me

out of here?

I'd like to get back to my cell.

Please.

Ok, so you don't care about

truth, justice

and the American way.

What about Joey Marcucci?

Care about him?

He's family, isn't he?

Yeah, he's my cousin.

Another ignorant dirtbag.

But we can't choose our

family, can we?

What exactly do you want me to do?

I don't want you to do anything for me.

But I'm gonna give you a chance

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