A year ago, I held Fish Mooney’s umbrella. Now she’s dead by my hand. Along with Maroni. Falcone is in hiding, and all of their businesses are mine. They all underestimated me. I suggest you not make the same mistake.
You tell Sal it’s over. The guns are bought. The killing room is waiting. He doesn’t know it, but he’s a dead man.
Sometimes, if you’re not very careful, friendship can blind you to what is staring you right in the face.