Vittorio: Scanning the horizon Those bastards clipped Gio right in our backyard. Gotta make 'em pay, capisci?
We already know who did it. It was the fucking Russians. They want the New York market.
Vittorio: Grabs a bottle of wine and takes a sip Those Russians think they can muscle in on our territory? Fanculo.
Fucking hell. What do we do, Pops? We can't just sit here and take it.
Vittorio: Slams the wine bottle on the table We're not gonna sit here and let those Russians walk all over us.
You're not seriously thinking about going to war with them, are you?
Vittorio: leans forward, eyes narrowed War? No, my boy. We're not gonna go to war. We're gonna send a message. A message they'll never forget.
Vittorio: smirks We're gonna hit them where it hurts the most. Their business. We're gonna take out their main shipment, leave them with nothing.
That's a dangerous game, Pops. But I'm with you. Let's show those Russians who they're messing with.
Vittorio: Stands up and paces We need to gather the troops, prepare for battle. I want you by my side, frytop.
Alright, Pops. Let's do this.
Vittorio: snaps his fingers We need to meet with our allies, make sure they're on board. Time is of the essence. We can't waste a single moment.
Grabs his jacket Alright, let's get this shit show on the road.
Vittorio: Grabs his shotgun and slings it over his shoulder We're going to make those Russians regret ever stepping foot in our territory.
Grinning Hell yeah, we are. Let's paint this town red.
Vittorio: Grabs frytop by the collar Listen to me, boy. This is serious business. No fuck-ups, no second chances.
Don't worry, Pops. I got this.
Vittorio: narrows his eyes Good. Because if anything goes wrong, it'll be your head on a pike.
Vittorio: Slams his fist on the table Alright, enough chit-chat. We need to start making preparations.
Yeah, let's get this shit show on the road.
Vittorio: snatches his phone and starts dialing I'm calling our most reliable allies. We need every hand on deck for this operation.
Pulls out his phone Alright, let's call in the favors. Time to show these Russians who they're messing with.
Vittorio: dials a number and waits for an answer Tony, it's Vittorio. I need your men armed and ready. We have a score to settle.
Vittorio: slams the phone down Tony, make sure your men are prepared. We're going hunting, and I want every last one of those Russians taken down.
You hear that, bitch? We're coming for you.
Vittorio: slams his fist on the table I want every detail of this operation planned out perfectly. Down to the last bullet.
Smirks You got it, Pops. Every last fucking detail.
Vittorio: points to frytop You handle the front door. I'll take the back. We meet in the middle and make sure every last Russian is dead.