Mickey's Delayed Date

Why did I trust him?

With my own hands, I'll...

It's me.

Still not interested, huh?

Hey. Why are we letting him live?

He killed the don.

How should I know?

Florida, a paradise...

Ridiculous.

That's the end of the Vanettis, I guess.

It's perfect for the presentation of Don Strega.

Hey, cut it out.

What's the big deal? He's not gonna eat it.

Let's get started!

Slipping Through the Dirty Sky

Throw down your weapons and come out.

If you do as we say, we won't hurt you.

Please, don't shoot!

We're coming out now!

Those Galassia guys keep coming in swarms.

Even if all our bullets hit, we wouldn't have enough.

It's about time.

Sticking it out any longer won't—

It's me.

Hotel Lawless. Room 501.

Everyone's been sent over to the Island.

Are you going?

Yeah. You guys should get out of here, too.

Who wants to die in the same place Fango did?

Good point.

You're the one they're after, anyway.

Later.

Hey, Nero.

This will be our...

Never mind.

When you see him, sock him one for me, too, okay?

So, where are we going?

There's no way we can get away from the Galassias, anyway.

Why are you here?

What about you? Why are you still alive?

You wanted revenge against the Vanettis, right?

And you finished that crap already, right?

Hey. You listening to me?

He never wanted to join the family.

Even when I told him how rich he could get, he wouldn't even think about it.

It was stupid how damn straight-laced he was.

But you... You drove him crazy.

You killed him.

He'd never even been with a woman...

How is it right that you live and he dies?!

Hey, are you listening?!

Pipe down.

Who's the one who sent it?

Ganzo.

So I was being deceived from all sides, huh?

The son of Testa Lagusa received this letter and returned to Lawless.

And then...

Frate...

Volpe...

Del Toro...

Barbero...

Vanno...

I killed them all.

I'm the only person named in this letter who's still alive.

Why didn't you kill me?

Vincent holed up in his mansion and wouldn't come out.

Obviously, I had to get close to his son first.

That day, at the playhouse...

You shouldn't have needed me alive anymore.

I wanted you and Vincent to feel the same pain I did.

A pain worse than death.

A shame Vincent died so soon, though.

I-Idiot! Don't start that here!

Do it.

I'll save it for later.

Acting like he understands everything...

Sheesh... You mafia guys...