Mafia Wars

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Hello?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Please take a seat. There you go.

Welcome to the VIP.

Griff. Griff, what the fuck?

Tell me.

Are there any more of you? Hm?

Any more what?

Can I take this sack off of me, please?

No, you may not.

It's funny.

I learned a little interrogation technique

when I was in Iraq.

Did you know...

people tend to spill their guts

when they don't know their surroundings?

I have nothing to confess.

No?

No.

Oh!

That jog anything loose? Huh?

No.-No?

No.

Really? I mean, that's weird because the sack,

it also helps me see through bullshit.

It's time to come clean, Matteo.

Cleanse yourself!

You don't feel like talking.

It's so unlike you.

I mean, usually we just cannot get you to shut the fuck up.

Let's try this...

one more--

Please, please, Griff.

Griff, this is crazy. Griff, please.

You're being paranoid. Griff!

Talk!

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

I am Officer Matteo Romano, please.

Yeah, I already knew that one.

Oh, no, no, no!

My, my handler is Detective Lombardi.

It's his case.

A rogue detective in Rome.

Not likely.

He's a one man crusader.

He's half--half American.

He thinks he's John Wayne.

John Wayne.

Please, please, Griff!

Was that so hard?

Come on.

Oh, do they, uh...

Do they know about our shipment?

Do they know about our warehouse?

Oh, they wouldn't search it without an army.

You seem awfully sure of yourself.

Please, Griff.

Look, Griff, I-I didn't want this assignment, okay?

Lombardi had me for taking money.

I had no choice.

I had to be his--

His rat is what you had to be.

But not anymore, Griff.

Not anymore. Fuck him! Okay?

-I just quit. -And renounce Satan!

-Yeah! -Amen, brother.

Look at you. Look at you.

You're a mess. I mean, come on.

Scared you a little bit though, didn't I?

Huh? Grrr!

Everyone has heard the stories about you.

Really? What--

What is it that they say about me?

I-- you know, I...

I, I, I, I... I don't know.

They say that Rossi has the power,

but you have the, uh...

the reputation.

Reputation?

Mm-hmm.

Reputation for like...

Like I'm a good dresser or

a bit of a ladies man, maybe?

You have, uh...

You don't take shit from anyone.

Not even the boss.

What is it that they call me?

-Please, Griff. -Behind my back. They say--

-I don't know. I don't know. -Tell me. Just say it!

I didn't tell Lombardi anything. Please, Griff.

All right, fine.

Enough of all this serious talk.

We will deal with the detective later, yes?

Come on. There's a party we got to get to.

Oh, shit!

I just remembered.

They call me the Reaper.

Ooh, rats.

Rats.

They are not allowed on Mr. Rossi's property.

What does this do to our deal?

Nothing. No.

It's business as usual.

Yeah.

I think there are more rats, though.

I can...

I can smell them.

I'm gonna enjoy exterminating

every last one of them.

Are you sure about this?

You got a better idea?

I could call my brother.

What?

You have a phone? Where'd you get that?

My brother.

He's the kind of guy

that can make things happen.

Too late.

You, Fuc--

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. Listen, that trash talk is

what got you into this, okay?

Moses. Hey.

You guys lost?

I understand, but listen, he's my cellmate,

and you know how hard it is to find a good one.

I can't let you do that.

Do you know who my brother is?

Shhh...

I know.

I did it!

I finally own this fucking place!

On your feet.

I said, on your feet!

Yeah.

I heard you.

Shipping me back to my cell?

You've been released, American.

Terry.

Just, um...

See you on the outside.

Passport?-No.

Passport?

So, does it hurt when you sit?

That bad, no?

Are you looking to do some time?

Oh, no.

I tend to avoid breaking the law.

Who the hell are you?

That would be Lombardi.

I signed your release.

That makes you mine, my friend.

You're a cop? Here?

Detective.

Although I did live in the States as a kid.

I guess that would make us both outsiders to Rome.

Now, wouldn't it, Terry?

Now give me that note Jack gave you.

What note?

Don't act dumb.

Not now.

Listen, he passed this to me on my way out.

You cannot pin this on me.

How do you think you got to come bunk with Jack anyway?

We knew he only trusted Americans.

Well, fuck you.

I almost bought it saving his ass.

But you did.

You did save it.

That's part of the test, my friend.

That's also why you're sitting here now.

Do you always speak in this bullshit riddle talk?

Well, it looks like you passed your friendship test...

with flying colors.

No wife and no kids, no?

Are you setting me up for a dating app?

File mentioned the attitude.

It could be good.

Should help you.

-With what? -Cosa Nostra.

Aren't they down in the south?

They're everywhere.

And now I have intel that they moved

their operation into Rome,

bringing a truckload of fentanyl with them.

Great.

Shouldn't you be out there

chasing down all the drugs?

Well, I'm not going to let Rome

become a distribution hub for all of Europe.

Listen, I understand that you have something to prove,

being an outsider and everything.

Just give me my passport.

You know, the file also mentioned

you're always looking for the door.

You don't know me.

Well, here's my pitch.

I have five guys out here right now that are under.

-You'll make six. -Under?