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I can at least have a little cigarette, can't I?
You look good at sucking on stuff.
That was fast.
I heard you'll kill Orco for me?
Yeah, I'd be happy to.
That'll save me some time.
So, how's it happening?
This guy told me you had a plan.
Like hell I do.
I'm so hungry, I can't think.
Get me some food. And some booze, too.
I haven't had a proper meal in ages.
You don't seem to grasp the position you're in, boy.
Lick it.
Think of it as an appetizer.
They're made from fine Italian cows!
What's wrong? Don't I get to eat my Italian shanks?
Hey! Get this guy some food!
I hear Nero got away from you.
Yes. We still intend to find and kill him.
We hope to continue our good relationship with you.
He's standing in the way of that, though.
Mr. Orco, have you heard anything?
I hear he's doing well for himself lately.
What do you mean by that?
He's rolling in dough off a drink called Lawless Heaven, right?
Yeah... Nero started making that without asking us...
I want a slice of that pie.
Of course.
If we get our hands on Nero,
we'll have both the recipe and the brewery.
If you find anything out, get in touch.
That's a request from the Galassias, too.
Well, see you.
Little whelp...
Throwing Galassia's weight around here...
I guess Nero's finished.
Now, we've got to do something about our little spitfire, too.
For heaven's sake...
I've got so much on my mind, I can barely eat a bite.
Hey! Where's that lasagna?
To Slaughter a Pig
Well, I guess I slept okay.
We're in no position to complain, but even so...
Tigre's gonna pull through!
Really?
But if we can't kill Orco, we'll all be fish food soon enough.
Avilio, do you really not have—
A plan?
I've got a perfect one.
But you said...
If it gets back to Orco, it's over.
The fewer people who know about it, the better.
So, what do we do?
Volpe.
I want you to catch me a chicken.
Huh?
Come on. Let's eat.
Pretty tight security for a restaurant.
Halt!
You're Nero, right?
What do you want here?
I came all the way out here for a good meal.
And I've got business to discuss. Let Don Orco know.
You'll need a pat-down.
What do you recommend here?
The lasagna.
Just like mom used to make, huh?
Come in!
Hey, Nero!
Didn't think you'd have the guts to show your face around me.
Don't you know where you are?
"Ottimo Orco."
The best restaurant in Lawless.
Right?
What?
Your brother's looking for you.
Where are you holed up now?
I messed up.
How so?
This is the best lasagna I've ever had!
I should've joined the Orco family instead!
Hey, he's a funny guy.
Isn't he?
I have many reasons to kill you and not a single one to let you live.
Hey, I came out here to see you, you know.
At least hear me out—
What could you possibly have to say?
It'd better not be a plea for your life.
I've known your father, Vincent, for 40 years now.
We had a good relationship.
You ruined that
by stealing all of our booze!
You've done the same.
That's the nature of the business.
The Last Supper is over.
Have some of the finest whiskey.
I want to send you to your grave with no regrets.
Is it? Happy to try it, then.
Bootleg, huh?
Finely aged, from Windsor.
Good nose.
Not every day you get to drink one that's aged 30 years.
Do you like it?
Yeah, it's got a refined flavor.
That said, it's not the flavor of the modern day.
Try it.
It's brand new, from just a month ago.
No, three weeks ago.
Don!
It's good.
This is Lawless Heaven, is it?
With this, you'd never again have to pay off cops
to smuggle stuff over the border.
What do you want in exchange?
Don! You can't listen to him!
Shut up!
Make us a place to lie low and I'll give it to you.
What'll you give me?
All of it.
An old coal mine, eh?
Are we going to dig up some coal?
Our destination is deep in that black hole.
Go with him and have a look.
You got a lighter?
Shut up.
Avilio, was it?
Aren't you the one who tried to kill Fango?
I hear Fango went running off in his underwear.
Yeah. He scrambled off like a stray cat.
I wish you'd killed him.
Are you the one who sent me the letter?
Letter? What do you mean?
Nothing.
Why not use me?
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