10th & Wolf Page #6

chiseling motherf***er!

You killed Willy?

Take your f***ing

shirt off. Now!

Willy tried to run, too.

No, no, no!

Pick up the phone.

Come on, Vincent,

pick up the phone.

What the hell...

Alright, alright. Lock up the streets.

Nobody gets out.

What the f***?

What did you do?

Yeah, how are you doing?

Is Harry there?

Harry is a little busy at the moment.

I'll wait.

I think it's gonna be a while.

I'm starting to see

a little pattern here.

Yeah, let me talk to Florio.

Mr. Florio, what do

I do about the monkfish?

F*** the monkfish!

Florio's not here right now.

Can I take a message?

That's alright, officer,

just tell him his

grandmother called.

Now I'm starting to get

a little worried, Tommy.

You and me both.

I've got to admit,

they didn't miss much.

Hey, did I show you this?

Look at that.

- What is this?

- It's the feds.

Willy was working for them.

Willy was stand-down.

What do you think

makes a guy like that turn?

I don't know.

Something like that.

Ratting.

There's no excuse, Tommy.

Obviously somebody

else took his place.

Who?

I don't know.

You know, these bastards, they get

their hooks on you and don't let go.

It seems like a long time ago, doesn't it?

"Sh*t, I broke my chain, I've lost my St. Chris."

I'd give anything to

go back to that night.

Me, you and Vincent.

- Hallo?

- Hey, it's me.

- Vincent.

- Let me talk to him.

What's up, brother?

How did it go today?

It was no picnic, I tell you that.

Thank God I had Tommy with me.

We missed you.

So it went good?

Vincent, cut the sh*t.

Where you at?

Where's Tommy?

Vincent, what's wrong?

What's the matter?

May I speak to Tommy please?

Sure. He wants to talk to you.

Find out what's wrong.

Hey, Vincent, it's Tommy.

Where are you?

I'm sorry I called Joey.

I would have called you but

I couldn't remember your number.

Vincent, it's alright.

Just tell me where you are.

What does he say?

I'm in that alley, Tommy.

You know, where I'd said I'd be.

What are you talking about, Vincent?

Tommy, just find out where he is.

I'm sorry for what I've said to you.

I know you Tommy.

I know there's got to be a good

reason for whatever it is you're doing.

Calm down, alright?

Talk to me.

Just tell me where you are...

and we'll fix it. No matter

what the problem is.

- They wanted me to set you up.

- Who?

Give me the phone.

You and Joey.

But these grease balls don't

know us guys from 10th and Wolf.

Bastard.

Vincent?

F*** these foreigner

motherfuckers, Tommy!

Vincent!

- Listen to me!

- Tommy, give me the phone.

F*** these motherfuckers

where they breathe!

Vincent?

- Vincent?!

- What's going on, Tommy?

Adio.

Ne, please! No!

Listen to me!

I will show you kill.

They're f***ing

killing him, Joey!

No!

Listen to me!

You're f***ing dead!

You understand me?!

You're f***ing dead!

You're gonna die,

you motherf***er!

Let's go get Vincent.

Jimmy was some

piece of work, wasn't he?

What's that?

On to the gate!

F***!

Sh*t!

You okay?

I'm gonna go that way.

Tommy?

Don't get lost.

I'm right here.

Where is he?

You're a disgrace to your heritage.

Shut up!

F***, Vincent.

No!

Bastard!

Before you die

I want you to know something.

Not only did Matteo

f*** your mother

but he also

killed your father.

How do you feel now?

Tommy?

Joey?

Hey, tough guy.

I've got good news and bad news.

I'll take the bad.

Well with Reggio gone,

we're not gonna need your testimony.

And what's the good news?

We've got this situation up in Boston.

We're trying to nail some dirtbags.

We could use your help.

No thanks.

That's too bad.

We found Provenzano's body.

And your fingerprints all over it.

That's not what

happened and you know it.

You had the club bugged.

Unfortunately, we were in

an area with lots of noise

so we couldn't make out

anything on those tapes.

That's a shame.

"I've got accessory to murder for your brother Vincent."

"I've got accessory to murder for you."

"Unless Reggio goes bye-bye."

"And you are one of the good guys."

"Reggio is a plague."

"Until we start killing

kids by the truckload

you bet your ass we're the good guys."

"Thornton, you stand by this?"

"Kill the Sicilian,

do the world a favor."

You can keep it, I've

got plenty of those.

You taped us?

You're a half-ass gangster.

You're a guinea

no-good motherf***er!

And I'm gonna blow

your f***ing head off.

If this is really what the good guys do,

you tell him to pull the trigger.

Go on, tell him.

Put it away.

Come on.

Put it away.

This is wrong.

I'll take care of it.

Just put it away, come on.

Take it easy.

Go wait in the car, alright?

You're a smart kid.

You'd better stay smart.

I got you a coffee.

Somebody back there

interested in a jelly doughnut?

- That'd be me.

- Alright.

They say what doesn't kill you

only makes you stronger.

Maybe that's true.

Maybe it isn't.

I only know this:

It has to make you better.

It has to.

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