The Penguin

I ever tell you about Rex Calabrese?

No.

He ran my neighborhood when I was a kid.

Had this gold Cadillac with white leather seats.

Beautiful.

When it rolled down your street, I mean

it felt like your block was blessed.

Rex's ride, it wasn't just a car.

It was a fuckin' chariot.

Made a kid with a bum leg feel like even he could be king.

The end of an era.

Come on.

What about Sofia?

- Now that she knows... - Sofia?

Nah. Chick's a thorn without a prick, kid.

We get our shrooms back, she won't matter.

Right.

- Sorry, Oz. - For what?

For wrecking your chariot.

I only got one shot at this.

You know, I... I see that now.

You came back, Vic.

Put your ass on the line for me.

A hundred Maseratis couldn't replace that.

Though this one came pretty damn close.

It's you and me now, kid. Till the end.

Ain't it time we got ourselves some goddamn respect?

Huh?

Let's fucking go.

I like that.

All right. Here's our ride.

Welcome to the party, fellas!

Oz, your fuckin' car.

What are you gonna do?

Only the good die young.

So, listen. When I eat, you eat.

That's how it's always been, right?

- Yeah, 'course. - All right, good.

Well, I got somethin' beautiful going.

A new drug. Homegrown.

I was gonna cut you in on it

but fuckin' Maronis took it off my plate before I could.

So, how we getting it back?

Hey, listen.

The Maronis got a huge fuckin' blind spot

just beggin' to be exploited.

Come here, look at this.

Yo, what up, fam?

I'm getting a slick new back piece from the Chicano legend himself...

Taj Maroni.

This is the heir to Sal's throne.

To tell all you motherfuckers

the Maronis are about to take back

what was taken from us.

This stupid motherfucker, he's just beggin' to be got.

- Hey! - Yo, what the fuck?

- Mikey! - I got him!

Don't you fuckin'...

Stop!

Hey. Hey.

Hold still, you piece of shit.

You are so fucked, man.

You messed with the wrong fuckin' family!

My... my mother, my father, they won't stand for this...

That's what I'm countin' on.

What do you want?

I want what's mine.

What your wife stole from me.

I want my fuckin' shrooms.

Our son is not a pawn.

There is a code.

Is that right?

So what, I take the wrong Maroni? That it?

You do not threaten my family.

Jesus, Sal.

Put your dick away.

Don't forget who I got at home.

We meet early, before sunrise, for the exchange.

Make sure my shrooms are ready to go.

And what do you say we keep it nice and intimate?

Just you, me, and Taj.

No. My wife doesn't go alone.

Fine. I'll let you take one guard, Nadia.

'Cause I'm a gentleman.

Sal.

Hey!

Honor your end, and Taj will be just fine.

Now

we got a deal or what?

All security officers

report to administration before the end of shift.

Eleven o'clock.

Red jacket.

Breaking news.

A tragedy at the home of late mob boss

Carmine Falcone...

Hey, come on!

Some of us got places to be.

Sofia Falcone, Carmine's daughter

is currently one of the only confirmed survivors.

GCPD has yet to release any results of their still-early investigation

but these deaths follow

a period of intense violence

between the Falcone and the Maroni crime families.

Ms. Falcone?

Please, I prefer Sofia.

Police Chief Bock.

Gotham City Police Department.

Ms. Falcone!

Can we?

Yeah.

You said you remained in the greenhouse all night.

Gia and I, yes.

There was an argument

between my Uncle Luca and my cousin Johnny.

Carla asked me to take Gia outside

keep her away from it.

What was the argument about?

I only heard bits and pieces.

Something about Luca's wife, Tina.

There were rumors about an affair, but I...

It wasn't a good situation for a young girl to be in.

Johnny Viti's not among the dead.

Any idea where we might find him?

I'm sorry, no.

He must've left last night.

I didn't come back inside until this morning.

And that's when I...

saw the bodies.

Excuse me.

Awfully suspicious, don't you think?

Prominent crime family in Gotham wiped out by a gas leak?

Is that a question you'd like me to answer?

Tell me.

Is it common for the chief of police to respond to house calls?

We are quite a ways from the city.

I hope you didn't come to my home

to throw my family's death in my face.

It's a new era in Gotham, Ms. Falcone.

The mayor-elect's got a mandate

to put an end to the scum of this city.

So you're here to see it for yourself.

And I suppose you and your boys are gonna go for beers later?

To celebrate?

Maybe swap photos of my dead relatives?

Or are you gonna sell those to the Gazette

to make up for all the lost kickbacks?

We're doing our due diligence.

If you hear from Johnny Viti, give us a call.

Sorry for your loss.

The cops are looking for you, Johnny.

Although I get the sense they'd rather find you dead

than alive.

You're not looking too good.

The fuck is wrong with you?

You're fucking sick.

What kind of person kills their own fuckin' family?

I need untraceable cash.

I know that my father would have kept it somewhere close.

And all you gotta do is show me.

- And then I'll let you go. - Right.

You think I'm a fuckin' idiot?

The second I do what you want

you fucking kill me.

So just fuckin' do it already.

Oh, please, Johnny.

You're not that brave.

But if you need more time to think, you got it.

Although you should know, it gets very cold down here.

And with the work that it takes your body

to keep your organs alive

- you won't last long. - Wait!

Several members of the Falcone family

are still reported missing including Johnny Viti...

She knows you killed her brother

and now she's gassed her entire family.

Doll, let's relax.

Don't tell me to relax.

I was your alibi, Oz. You made me that.

Keep your voice down, all right?

The guys don't know all the details.

You got too many plates spinning.

Listen, sweetheart, I know you can't see it right now

but all this shit goin' down, it's a good thing.

I put it all in motion. Luca, the Family.

Sofia just took the bait, that's all.

Baby, do you even know when you're full of shit anymore?

- Huh? - Me and the girls.

You dangled us in front of her.

- I didn't dangle you. - Yeah. You think it's a good thing?

The Hangman knowing their names, their faces.

She's gunning for us now.

While Taj Maroni sits in my apartment.

The fuck was I supposed to do? They stole my shit.

Come on, doll.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

Nothing's gonna happen to you. I won't let it.

All I'm askin' is for you to hang tight just a little longer.

That's it.

And then it's you and me on top of the world, baby.