On the Arm

The Valley, as it is today.

Look at it, the air still stinks of corruption.

The aftermath of nearly seven decades of greed.

The capitalists controlled every aspect of this steel town.

Laying waste to anything good in its path.

I was born into it, product of my environment they say.

I knew better, but it still swallowed me whole.

My family was big in these parts back then.

Especially where yours is from.

This is what built and destroyed this town.

Time changes everything.

In order to move forward, you gotta go back.

See all those mountains that you climbed,

only then can you truly appreciate the destination.

- Your mom's not gonna be too happy

when she finds out, you know.

- He started it, he stole my baseball glove.

Son, violence is the last resort.

You gotta learn to keep your cool

till it's time not too.

Shut up, shut up!

Your mother's talking to you, shut up!

It wasn't his fault.

- What the hell is the matter with you, huh?

It wasn't his fault.

- Shut up! - He called you a coward

for trying to leave the family.

- Don't you fight my battles for me, you hear me?

Yes sir.

- Besides, it was coming from his drunk of a father.

Shut up

It wasn't his fault.

What you wanna, you wanna mess

with your old man now?

Is that the best you got?

No, don't Billy.

You stay here, you hear me.

- Stop, stop. - Huh?

I said shut up, I'm sick of this!

Well, isn't it the yellow belly Enzo to the rescue.

- Jimbo's not gonna like you messing around in our affairs.

- You two get in the car, I'll take you home

after he sobers up.

- Hey, Tommy Gun Soreno, I'm talking to you.

I'll tell you what Michael,

I'm gonna give your dumb Cleveland ass a pass on this one

because you can't help yourself.

But if I hear about any more bruises on Jeff over there,

or if I hear about any more on your wife,

your gonna need more than Jimbo's help.

'Cause I'm gonna break every fucking bone in your body,

one by fucking one!

- Yeah, well all your ghost stories don't scare me.

Sorry that had to happen to your boy

and you too Mrs. Torin.

He's getting worse.

You two can stay with us on the farm

as long as you'd like.

Thank you Charlie.

You're welcome ma'am.

Son, apologize to Jeff.

But...

No buts.

Fine, I'm sorry Jeffery.

- I'm sorry too Lou, for stealing your glove

and you too Mr. Soreno.

That's okay.

You see, friends again.

- You're gonna get yours Tommy Soreno, soon.

Hello?

Yeah, hold on a second.

Honey, it's Jimmy.

Hold on.

When are you gonna quit smoking

those disgusting things?

Maybe when you start putting out again.

Yeah, Jim.

He did what?

You tell him to meet me out at the rock mine.

Have Tim and Johnny pick me up.

Breaking news,

terror strikes at the heart of yet

another Youngstown family. - Oh shit.

Bringing the total

to 23 victims this past year.

For the second time this week,

this has been showed by a car bomb.

This time taking the lives of two,

a father and son, and severely injuring his second boy.

Police are scouring the streets to find the suspect.

But little hope is given to find the mad bomber.

These freaking lops.

Boom, did you see that?

Of course you did, everyone did.

They left a crater.

Man, I wish I could've found that Tommy,

but oh well.

Mr. Mancini, you have to be pleased.

Pleased, yeah pleased.

Well I am not fucking pleased!

I said just Charlie, huh, what did you to?

What did you do?

Blow up his two kids while you're at it.

Get him up.

Sick fuck!

But Mr. Mancini, I did what you asked.

I did not ask for this okay,

you know the fucking rules.

But you owe me.

I owe you, owe you.

Hey, who the fuck's this guy think he is, huh?

You know who I fucking owe now?

Charlie's family, for life.

I not only took out that woman's husband,

but her eldest son too.

God only knows if the youngest one will survive.

That's who I fucking owe, you piece of shit.

Mr. Mancini.

Jim, get rid of pyromaniac child killer.

I got no more use for him.

You send him to hell, burn him, where he belongs.

Yes boss.

Funny thing.

- Jim, get me the gas can and the flares.

After that night, someone pulled my mom

into a side room as the hospital

and told her that all my medical bills

had been paid for by an anonymous donor.

By the time we got home, the garage was fixed,

along with the side of the house.

Plus, a few weeks later, she received a contribution

from the neighborhood, just to get us back on our feet.

Never did find out who was behind all that,

but it was a nice homecoming,

taking into consideration what we'd been through.

By the time I was healthy,

good old Vito took me under his wing.

So it began my journey into the abyss.

Time changes everything.

As fate would have it, I wound up

back under the steel curtain.

You shoulda seen that guy,

all dressed in his new JCPenney catalog suit.

There's my pal, Jeffery Torin.

- He laid down all his money on the table and guess what?

Flop!

- Ah Jeff, my fest friend and partner.

After my father and brother were killed,

his mom and brothers used to stop by the house

and bring us dinner now and then.

And my mom really appreciated that.

His dad, of course, never came around,

which wasn't too big a loss.

And we used to play in the backyard for hours.

Running around and getting into adventures.

Jeff really helped me get through

some tough times in my life

and he's been there for me more than once.

The dice were fucking loaded.

Of course they were.

I bet that made Mancini happy.

It did, tell the scumbag tried to grab

all his lost money and get the fuck outta there.

Aw.

- You do that back in the day at Jungle Inn,

they'll be feeding you to fucking Wilbur.

- Bet that new Penney suit'll need some dry cleaning.

- That and he won't be able to play the clarinet

very well for a while.

- You see, in this town, didn't matter who you were.

You obey capo law to the letter or else.

Oh.

Whoa, hey Jeff, Lou.

You guys scared me.

What can I do for you fellas?

Mancini wants to see you.

Come on.

- It wasn't unusual for us to entertain people

who opposed capo law.

But tonight, it felt a little different.

You caught on quick to keep your mouth shut

or you wound up with lead poisoning.

So Mr. Mancini, what can I do you for?

- I think we're having some trouble with our communication.

What, what, what do you mean?

- You took it upon yourself to violate our agreements.

Agreements, no.

No, sir.

Yes, sorry.

Sorry, no sir.

Well then why did you try

and shoot the fleeing DeFrange here?

When he pulled that botched

jewelry store robbery a week ago.

You said because of that thing.

The Chicago thing.

Chicago?

Did something happen in Chicago?

I pay you to protect my interests.

When I give a man a job,