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Please...
Please don't kill me.

I don't want to die.

Footwear impressions.

I count... three.

I count four.

Well, we'll find out when we process.

Caucasian male.

Twenties.

Young.

Beaten pretty badly.

Lucky for us it happened out here.

We have the best investigative tool
money can't buy�:

snow.

Nothing like a little home-cooked
forensics, huh, Mac�?

I always like working
with prill sulfur.

It's very accommodating.

- Smells like rotten eggs.
- Means it's almost ready.

Watch your flame.
You don't want it to get too hot.

- All right... so, you want to pour or paint�?
- Pour.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Stella.

Broken baseball bat.

I didn't find any bats.

I did find tire tracks.

Prints came back.

His name is Paul Montenassi
from Yonkers.

Age 26.

Is the cause of death
as obvious as it seems�?

Blunt force trauma to multiple
regions of the body�:

Skull...

Sternum...

Ulna...

Tibia... you name it.

Roll him over to his good side, will you�?

I don't want his mother
to have to see him like this.

What's with the tattoo�?

Looks like it was scraped or sanded off.

After I post him, I'm going to see if
can lift the artwork from under the flesh.

Flashing.

Whoa. Do that again.

There's something on his face.

High velocity blood spatter.

Marta Santo.

Hispanic female. 30 years old.

EMS pronounced.

We called you out here for
suspicious circumstances.

Some of these skid marks
look a little out of whack.

Aiden, check this out.

Got a silver paint transfer.

Still some flakes present.

Barely hanging on.
Indicates recent damage.

We got a hit-and-run.

Cause of death to your hit-and-run victim�:

Massive internal trauma.

Crushing injuries to the lower extremities.

Femur, tibia, fibula... shattered.

Crushed pelvis. She bled internally.

Anything out of the ordinary�?

I discovered some vaginal tearing.

She also has some lacerations
and abrasions on her arms and face;

bruising on her neck

and wrists.

- What you think�? Rape�?
- That...

or very rough sex.
I've seen both on my table.

I'll collect a sexual assault kit.

I'm gonna go talk to Marta
Santo's emergency contact.

Who's that�? Her mother�?

Husband.

Why, Marta�?

Why didn't you listen to me�?
I told you to stay home.

Not go to work.

You don't drive good at night.

You...

You promised me...

everything would be all right.

You promised never to leave me
alone in this world�!

Marta�! Why did you
leave me, Marta�?! Please�!

- Marta�!
- Mr. Santo�!

Ms. Montenassi, I'm very
sorry about your son.

How could this happen�?

We found part of a tattoo
on his shoulder.

Tattoo�?

My son doesn't have a tattoo.

Yes, ma'am, he does.

A tattoo of this kind leads us
to believe he may have had some...

kind of gang affiliation.

My son wasn't in any gangs, Mr. Taylor.
He was a good boy.

I'm sure he was, ma'am.
We're just trying to understand.

The truth is...

I don't know what Paul was doing

when he walked out the front door.

He kept to himself about his friends.

When his father and I got a divorce,

Paul and I started to drift apart.

I don't think he ever recovered from that.

And I can see he needed
a sense of belonging.

And I did

all that I could to love him
with all my heart.

But he was looking for a family

and I couldn't keep that together for him.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

Ms. Montenassi...

I didn't know your boy,
but I think I know how he felt.

I know firsthand what it's like
to need to belong.

The one who's at fault

is the person who killed
your son, not you.

Hang in there, ma'am.

- Hey, you were working the hit-and-run.
- Mac beeped me off of it.

All the other CSIs are
on different crime scene runs.

So, sorry it took us so long to respond.
It's just been a busy tour.

That's the store owner,
Harish Lev.

His brother, Mihok Lev,
was shot behind the counter.

EMS removed him, but he went into cardiac arrest
and expired on his way to the hospital.

His body should be
at the morgue by now.

Looks like a robbery-homicide.

Mr. Lev,

are you okay�?

That bastard killed my brother.

Do you have surveillance here�?

Say no more.

Hey, Mac, how's it going
with the bat�?

I think...

it's a Mickey Mantle.

If it is, it's a collector's item.

Autographed bat from "the Mick"
goes for about five grand these days.

Expensive murder weapon.

Why would you kill someone
with a $5,000 bat�?

Good question.

Oh, there she is.
"Crouching" Aiden, "Hidden" Burn.

You're on this case, you're on that case,
the other case...

What's up with "Rambo" at the M.E.'s office?
He's psycho or what?

He wigged out. I don't know what to say.
He got blood all over me.

What are you working on?

I'm running the unknown paint chip
we collected from the victim's red car

against color standars for all
major automobile manufacturers.

We're going to need it. Silver's one of the most popular
colors in North America for an automobile.

That's great.

Measuring infrared absorption

Data acquisition mode

Removing interfering background gases.

Ah. Bingo, baby.

Got an infrared fingerprint on the unknown paint chip.

That's all we need to know

The database is huge, so it might take a while

to nail down the make, model, and year of the car.

- Well, I'll have the lab run it and notify us of any hits.
- Cool.

What do you got there?

- Shavings from the bat?
- Not likely.

Wood shavings are in the treads of every shoe print.

A broken bat wouldn't shed that much wood.
No, these are more refined. Sawdust, maybe?

Better add shuffleboard wax to that.

The mysterious substance I just isolated
from Paul Montenassi's shirt...

was shuffleboard wax.

Sadwust, shuffleboard wax... a bar, maybe?

DNA.

You beeped?

- That whas fast.
- I know all the shortcuts to the M.E.'s office.

What's up?

I found your killer from the bodega
in Spanish Harlem.

I tell you, these AB 3100's
get dirty so quickly.

What do you mean you found my killer?

Oh, I ran the high velocity blood spatter you spotted
on the face of Paul Montenassi.

It came back to Mihok Lev,
the clerk from your bodega.

So Paul Montenassi killed the clerk.

Only question is who killed Paul Montenassi?

All right.

The footage of the homicide
from the bodega.

There's only one wrinkle
in the brother's story.

According to Aiden, he never mentioned
holding a bat.

He returned exactly one hour and six minutes
after the shooting.

Plenty of time to commit murder
and come back.

Yes, that's me. That's my bat.
What's the problem?

The problem is the man who murdered your brother
was killed with a baseball bat.

Not by me.

Look, I chased the guy out of the store.

You left your brother for dead for over an hour?
You didn't call for help.

When I saw him shot, I snapped.
I wasn't thinking clearly.

- Where's the bat now?
- I left it in the street.

I wasn't thinking about the bat. I wanted to get
my hands around the man who shot my brother!

Pretty expensive bat to leave
in the middle of the street.

- Signed Mickey Mantle.
- Mickey Mantle?

That bat I had was aluminum.

Marta Santo's got something
up her sleeve.

On her sleeve is more like it.

Got sperm?
What was this lady doing?

I don't know, but we probably got
multiple donors here.

I got one locked down:
the husband, Ramir Santo

Sex assault came back positive.

Flack did a background check.
This guy's got priors for domestic violence.

- Six counts in two years.
- Six counts?

You're going to attempt
to restore the tattoo.

I just went out and bought
a 1,000-watt lamp.

I'm going to burn Paul Montenassi.

The tattoo's relatively new
so I thought I'd give it a shot.

I've cleaned the surrounding area.

Now...

all I have to do...

is apply a second-degree burn
to the epidermis and let it rise.

- "Tanglewood"
- Mean anything to you?

I haven't spent much time there,
but... I know someone who has.

It's a "fugazi". It's fake.

This ink might be real, but there's no way
this is a Tanglewood boy.

There's no "in date".

You see right here?
The real tattoo, would have an in date,

which is the day you join
and have an out date,

which is the day
you leave legitimately.

Which, by the way, rarely happens.
This kid's definitely a wannabe.

You seem pretty certain.

I played baseball with these kids back at Roosevelt.
Hung out with them here and there.

They wanted me to "come in"
actually one time, but...

I didn't want to get mixed up.
I knew what they were all about.

Women, cars, coke, guns, sleep till noon,
hang out at the New Rochelle mall all hours of the day.

All their fathers... they're all connected.

These kids, believe me, are more made
than the made guys.

Nowadays, it ain't the mobsters you gotta worry about.
It's the next generation.

- What's the difference?
- What's the difference?

What's the difference?

These kids don't give a...

What about rival crews?

Back in the day it was the
Pelham crew from Pelham Bay.

Let me just tell you one thing.

Frontin' you're a Tanglewood boy
and getting caught by a Tanglewood boy

or running into the Pelham crew
alone as a Tanglewood boy

is just as deadly, believe me.

I want to apologize
for my actions. I have...

anger-management issues.

- You think?
- Six domestic cases in two years?

I'm not proud of that, Detective.

Look, Mr. Santo, prior to your wife's death,
she was either raped by you,

or you were engaged in rough sex.
Can you explain that?

Marta was... a nymphomaniac.
She liked it rough. So, I gave it to her rough.

I'll kill you in this bed, you bitch!

Like I said, she liked it rough.

We see that.

All right, out of curiosity,
what kind of car do you drive?

I ride a motorcycle.

We also found evidence of sexual promiscuity
from multiple donors

on the sleeves of your wife's work clothes.
Can you explain that?

No, uh... She worked in a hair salon
in the West Village.

Where in the West Village?

Hair salon?

Hello. I'm Madam Tuki Song.
Are you here for a massage?

No, ma'am.
Do you know this woman?

Yes. That's Marta Santo.

She died in a car accident.
We suspect foul play.

We're going to need to see your guest list
and Marta Santo's work area.

Of course.

Now I see why Marta Santos
hid where she worked, huh?

After what the husband did to you, could you imagine
what he'd do to his wife if he ever found out?

Most of these "rub and tug" joints are owned by Asian mob.

Not a high turnover rate.
Once you're hired, you can't quit.

You're trapped.

- It's a tough life.
- So, this is where it all goes down.

Or up. Make sure you keep your gloves on.

You know, I didn't think
it would be this clean.

Come on. Act like you haven't been
to a place like this before.

Are you kidding me? I had girlfriends for that.
Why would I pay?

You.. You're payin' one way or the other. Trust me.

What do you make of this?

What do you make of this?

This is Chernobyl.

Oh, man. Let me check the guest list.
See who last person was to see Marta Santo.

Okay, here we go.
"World-class massage focusing on deep tissue. "

Deep tissue, that's classic.

Marta Santo, massage therapist, last client...

"R. Lee. "

Call Jane Parsons in DNA.
Have her check the CODIS hits.

See if this R. Lee comes up as one
of the lucky ones on Marta Santo's sleeve.

Is it safe to come in here?

Holsters's bothering me... What's up?

Nothing. I was just running some results.

How's that Tanglewood case going for you?

- Steady.
- Steady? Steady's good.

Steady's good.

- What is it, Danny?
- I don't know.

I keep thinking about that kid, Mac.
You know, going through all the motions?

Fake tattoo and all.
Putting on this front just to belong.

Just sounds really desperate, you know?

Yeah... That's why I joined the service.

I wanted to serve my country more than anything in the
world. I would have done anything to get in the Marines.

This kid just went about... the sense
of belonging in the wrong way and...

paid for it somehow with his life.

- Made the wrong choice.
- Yeah, but you had that choice.

Could have gone with these kids,
but you didn't. You were smarter than that.

Look where you are today. You're respected,
you're law-abiding, you're performing an important civil service for the finest city in the world.

You should be proud of that.

I am proud of that.

I am.

Good. Get to work.

Hey Mac...

- I got pearls.
- Pearls? From who?

Not those kind of pearls. I got good news
on our case. Jane called from DNA

The blood on the bat
came back a mixture.

Paul Montenassi and who?

Johnny Lucerno from Pelham Bay.

Pelham Bay?

In that case, I've got pearls.

Danny said they like to hang out
at the New Rochelle Mall.

Mall security called me. This kid Johnny
Lucerno's been 86'd for shoplifting before.

He's back in the store
with his buddies.

The manager's trying to keep him
there till we arrive.

Well, we've arrived.

What looks sweeter on me,
Auburn or Warriors?

Auburn, dawg.

Go with Hawaii, yo. Timmy Chang, yo!

My man throws hellah touchdowns.

I'm all about Cadillac Williams, dawg.

You should be trying on baseball teams.

Yeah, we hear you're
pretty good with a bat.

What are you guys,
a couple of homos or something?

I was about to ask you the
same thing. NYPD, smart guy!

- Watch it, man. I got stitches.
- Good.

What happened to your head?

Some kid cold-cocked me with a
baseball bat outside a sports bar.

Put 25 stitches in my head.

Doctor said I had
a slight concussion,

but I'm actually more pissed
they shaved my head.

It's ruining my action
with the ladies.

You vibing me?

No.

You suspect the person who
hit you was a Tanglewood boy?

All I can tell you is this: I have
a pretty good idea who's behind it.

And when the time is right,
it'll get taken care of.

Trust me.

What was the name
of the sports bar?

It's Billy Batts'.
It's outside of Yonkers.

Shuffleboard, sawdust.

This must be the place.

What can I get you?

Information.

Some kids from Tanglewood and Pelham Bay were
hanging out here the other night. Were you working?

I don't know anything. I just
keep my eyes down, pour the drinks.

What about memorabilia?

You guys missing a Mickey Mantle bat?

All I can say is if you want to get
cash out, you got to use the ATM over there.

Mickey Mantle bat. $5000.

That's a lot of money for a piece of wood.

Let's dust this case for prints.

Sonny Sassone.

Tanglewood...

You want to turn that pollution down.

Sonny Sassone?

Who wants to know?

NYPD.

How do you know Paul Montenassi?

I seen him around. Why?

He's dead.

Yeah? Good for him.

Was he a Tanglewood boy?

Hell no. You're looking at the
Tanglewood boys right here. Check the tat.

When was the last time
you were at Billy Batts'?

Couple of nights ago.

You like Mickey Mantle?

Who doesn't?

We have proof that you stole
a bat from that sports bar.

That's why you're here... because of a bat.
I didn't steal it. I was messing around with it.

Oh... Let me show you
how Mick used to do it.

Put your head right here. Go ahead.

Oh!

Oh!

I was just playing around.

I put it back.

Looks like you put in a new back window.

They didn't do a good job setting it.

Butyl putty smeared all over the place.
It's a shoddy job if you ask me.

I got it re-tinted. Those
idiots in Queens made it bubble.

New tires, too, huh?

We rock everything new
all the time, lady.

Tires, rims, kicks, threads,

china, weed... name it.

Mind if we search your car?

You got a warrant?

We can get one.

Like Jay-Z said on the black album...

"I didn't pass the bar, but I know a little bit.
Enough so you don't illegally search my... "

We'll get the warrant.

Until then, you're free to go.

Guys, we're out.

Have any of that spray paint left?

Oh, yeah.

How you doing?

May I help you?

Yeah, we need to see Ross Lee.
Tell him the NYPD is here.

I'm sorry. He's in a meeting
with some ad creatives right now.

Oh, he's been creative enough.

I don't understand.

Why would I go there?
I'm a happily married man.

And... my back is fine.

I'm sure your back is fine, Mr. Lee.

And it's your front we're interested in.

Shut the door, Tavia.

I did it.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm new at this job.
I'm under a lot of stress.

I'm not happy in my marriage,
and I needed...

You ready for a deep massage, Mr. Lee?

Oh, yeah.

We're going to need to look at your car.

I take a subway into the city.

I don't drive, my wife does.

Yeah, and your wife... how does
she feel about this? Did you tell her?

Uh... no. She doesn't know, and
there's no reason for you to tell her.

I will cooperate with you all the
way down the line. Here's my card.

It's temporary. My name and
cell phone number are on the back there.

Great.

So we'll be in touch.

So to speak.

Sonny Sassone. Size ten.

Tread pattern in the driveway compared
to impressions found at the scene.

consistent in size, not in pattern.

Tanglewood boy number two...
Tony Baba.

Shoe size... 11 and a half

from the impressions
found at the crime scene...

compared to those from the driveway.

Consistent in size, not in pattern.

Tanglewood boy number three...
Joe Spangal.

Shoe size... nine and a half.

Prints found at the crime scene
compared to those in the driveway.

Again, consistent
in size, not in pattern.

They swapped out their sneakers.

So we still need to prove
that they were with Paul Montenassi.

Surveillance camera at the bar?

Adam.

Who's Adam?

ATM machine from Billy Batts'.

Every six seconds it records a frame.

Here we go... night of the murder.

On stills.

There's Paul Montenassi
with some girl at the bar.

Paul's showing off his unofficial tattoo.

Chances are she knows
the real guys. Look, she bails.

An hour later, Sonny Sassone
and the Tanglewood boys show up.

They befriend Paul,
and checks out his phony tattoo.

There goes Sonny. He takes
the bat out of the case.

I don't see him taking
any practice swings.

I think he wants to take some practice
swings at this kid sitting down.

It's Johnny Lucerno from Pelham Bay.
The kid with the stitches.

Shortly after that Paul Montenassi hit Johnny
Lucerno over the head and shot a clerk? Why?

If he's not a real Tanglewood boy?

Let's ask Sonny Sassone...

after we process his Range Rover.
We have enough for our warrant.

This is a stone I found on the floor,
and it's not a diamond.

It's a cubic zirconium.

Most likely from somebody's nails.

All right, well, then in that case
Let's run the adhesive from the gem

and the red nail polish
through the Mass Spec.

I got a database hit on your paint chips.

Your suspect's driving
a silver Lincoln Navigator.

What year?

'05.

Here's where it gets good, though.

Ross Lee's wife, Ariana, is a
registered owner of one herself.

Never guess the color.

Silver.

Miss Lee, are you familiar
with Wuhan Spa and Sauna?

No... Can't say that I am.

It's a massage parlor that gives
a lot more than massages.

Were you aware that
your husband goes there?

I'm not surprised.

I sensed that he's been
chippying around behind my back.

Every time he was supposed to be at the
chiropractor, he'd come home smelling funny.

Funny how?

He smelled like lotion...

You know, down there.

I talked to one of my girlfriends
about it, but she had no idea.

That's a nice color on your nails.
What is that, royal red?

Ruby Passion.

Miss Lee, where do you
park your Lincoln Navigator?

Thank you.

What happened here, ma'am?

Oh, silly me. I hit a fire hydrant
parking at the mall.

Don't tell Ross. He will kill me.

All right, well, we're going to need to take a few
paint samples from your bumper just to be sure.

And every bottle of your nail polish.

Running the red paint
from the wife's Navigator.

I got the nail polish in the oven.

Okay, take a look at that monitor.

The red spectrum is from a
paint scraping from Marta Santo's car,

and he blue spectrum is from the unknown
sample we took from Ariana Lee's Navigator.

Come on.

Different spectrum.

Different paints. Strike one.

None of the nail polishes match either.

Strike two, and they got us in the hole.

And all we have left is the mystery
paint transfer and the guest list.

I don't understand it. How could the paint come
back from the hit-and-run to a silver Navigator,

and not be the one owned by the wife,

the last person Marta Santo massaged?

Don't say strike three yet.
Take a look at this.

Two days before Ross Lee got his rocks off
an "A. Lee" signed in to Marta Santo.

A. Lee as in Ariana Lee?

My eyes are watering from the bleach.

Never seen a dashboard so clean.

I'm not getting anything back here either.

Who is that on the dashboard, Mickey Mantle?

I'm not sure.
It kind of looks like Derek Jeter.

Derek Jeter from the Yankees, right?

Yeah.

Didn't they get beat
by Boston or something?

We were up three to zero and then we got
swept. But, we're trying to forget that.

Right.

I'm not much into baseball.

But A-Rod's pretty hot.

The backseat is totally clean.
I'm coming up front.

Positive for blood.

Got to love Derek Jeter.

Your blood sample was degraded.

Oh, Jane, you're kidding, aren't you?

Afraid not.

How can that be?

There was an insufficient amount of high
molecular weight DNA to get a full profile.

I was only able to get results
at the three smallest of the 13 loci.

The amount of blood was just too minimal.

And the bleach exposure
didn't help our cause either.

What else, Mac?

I mean, that's all we got out of the car.

The warrant covers everything.

We'll go back and check the house.

Thanks, Jane.

Reference sample of the signature
we just got from the wife, Ariana Lee.

First things first.

Matching "A. Lee" from the
guest list to our exemplar.

It's not a match so,

she didn't lie about being there.

It's not her signature.

So who signed in for her?

Well, it couldn't be Ross.

He didn't want the wife
to know he's even there.

Let's try something.

Matching "Ross Lee" from the guest list
to "A. Lee" from the guest list.

It wasn't him.

Why don't you try that
business card he gave you?

Let's make sure that Ross Lee is Ross Lee.

All right. Comparing "Ross Lee"
from the business card

with the "Ross Lee"
from the... guest list.

Not a match. What the hell's goin' on?

This signature on the back of
your card, it's not your signature.

Someone signed in for your wife
at Wuban Spa and Sauna.

Who else signs for you?

Uh, my secretary... Tavia.

If your name's Tavia Greenburg, why
would you sign in for Ross Lee's wife?

I didn't. I've never been there in my life.

Come on... The signatures don't lie.

The "A. Lee" from the guest list matches
the reference signature you just gave us.

We're thinking you
went down there to have a talk

with the woman who was
moving in on your boss.

Or your lover.

Miss Lee, what kind of
massage do you want today?

You know, I'm not here for a massage.

You come near my man again
and I will kill you.

We found these in your office drawer.

Press on nails.

This one in particular's
missing a diamond stone.

And it gets better.

According to the DMV, you're also the
owner of a silver Lincoln Navigator. 2005.

Same as Ross Lee's wife.

Name on the lease happens to be Ross Lee.

But you didn't sign for
that one, did you? No.

You just drove a free car.

All right, look,

Ross and I were lovers

and I would talk to his wife
Ariana from time to time.

She thought we were friends.
I know it's scandalous.

Anyway, she came to me one day

and she said that she suspected
Ross was having an affair.

She tipped you off.

When you found out he was
being satisfied by another woman,

you wanted revenge.

You stay away from my man!
Do you hear me?!

Yeah, but, look,
I meant to scare her.

I did not mean to kill her, okay?

Ross promised he was going
to leave his wife for me.

I put five years into this man. I wasn't
going to lose him to some stranger.

Sorry, but you're going down

for vehicular manslaughter two.

And I guess this is one romance
that doesn't have a happy ending.

Sonny Sassone's shed.

Just look for anything that sands.

Here we go.

This ought to do it.

High-powered sander...

cordless.

Visual positive for blood.

You're aware your waiving
your right to counsel?

I don't need counsel.
This is gonna settle out of court.

You can't settle murder out of court.

You sure about that?

Maybe in your world.

Not ours.

Now, why don't I start
this story for you.

It begins at Billy Batts' Sports bar
when you first met Paul Montenassi.

When you confronted him,
you and your boys got him drunk.

My guess, with the false promise
of affiliation.

- What's your name?
- Paul Montenassi.

This girls says you got a tattoo.

Whoa, that's tight, dawg.
That is some knock off.

- Hang with us for a while?
- Yeah.

Have a beer.

You were using Paul Montenassi.

Putting him to the test with no intent
of ever letting this kid be a Tanglewood boy.

Johnny Lucezno.
Pelham Bay kid. Rival crew.

Go Jeter his head.

But you underestimated him,
didn't you?

You had him rob the bodega.
And when things went bad,

You had to shut him up.

Here's the money.
Here's the gun.

It's warm.

I told you to rob the joint,
not kill the guy.

Things get out of hand, man.
I took care of it.

I told you I'll do anything to get in.

What do you want me to do next?

You've done enough.

You didn't want any ties to the
Tanglewood boys, so you went home,

you got your sander
and you took off his tattoo.

You killed Paul Montenassi in cold blood

with a baseball bat.

I don't want to die, man.

Please... please, don't kill me.

That's right. That's the way we do it

Mafia style.

You look a man dead in the eye

and you watch the light go out.

But you wouldn't know anything
about that, would you, copper?

I'm a Marine, you little punk.

I've put men in the ground on foreign soil
so you can sleep at night.

But you wouldn't know anything about that,

would you... kid?

Let me tell you something about the mob.

Back in their hey day these
old timers, they dealt in death

and violence because of one thing:

Business.

Not sport.

They were smart.

You punks are idiots.

You're gonna tell me about the mob.

Who are you?

What do you two make a year, huh?

$95,746.32 and we earn
every penny of it.

I spend that a year on blow.

Yeah, I can tell.

Look at me. You see me
wearing a silk suit

and a fat tie with marinara sauce
on my shirt? Forget about old timers.

Those days are dead as dead.

They were suckers.

They worked too hard.

The Tanglewood boys represent
the next generation of mobster.

Set up shop wherever we want.
Pull any bitch we want.

Sniff the finest china.
Roll in six-figure cars.

And snuff out any punk-ass poser rat
who needs to be put back in his hole.

We have our own set of rules.

So do we.

I got news for you.

You and your buddies are going to Sing Sing
regardless of who you're connected to.

Mafia or no Mafia.
He's good to go.

Get your ass up.

Yeah? Okay. We'll see.

Ask Danny Messer.

He works for you, right?

When you see him, ask him
the odds of me goin' away.

He knows all about us.

And we know all about him.

Sure you do.

Get him out of here.