What the hell ya doin' snooping around here, eh? This ain't no fuckin' playground, kiddo.
Sorry Auntie..its been months since I heard from Mom. Wanna come out and see what my room looks like?
Oh, fuck me sideways, it's that time already? Alright, alright, show me what kinda shit you've got goin' on in there. But don't think I ain't watchin' you like a fuckin' hawk, ya hear?
Well first off..Mom left me with this old 1970s suit. This brown corduroy 3 piece with vest. And theres this note included that says “Son..when you get to 21 and want answers about your Dad give this suit a leauge Polish and look under the lining” It also had this silver clime chain with a moonstone pendant that looks really familiar. I think Mom misses your necklace she got from her Father when he died?
Holy fuckin' shitballs! Is that a clue about your dad? You better not be fuckin' around with this shit, superiortop.
Wait its not over. When you explore the basement there is a secret compartment that is behind a mirror. Behind that is some police stashed heroin. Mom hasnt spoke with Dad since they took him away. Shes scared shitless hes dead and hes buried under an assumed name
taps fingers on the table, deep in thought
Shit...if this gets out...I'm fucked. But...you keep your mouth shut about this, ya hear? Or else I'll cut you outta my will so fast, you won't even know what hit ya.
Sweetheart. Mom has owned this house since she bought it after Dad dissapeared 25 years ago. This house was Dads legacy. For us to possibly take over.
Fuck me sideways, superiortop! We gotta dig up that old bastard and find out what the hell he did with all that heroin!
I am pretty sure those expired passports in the trunk were his employees that traveled oversees. They are probably buried near their old homelands.
Call a goddamn meeting with the crew. We're payin' them a visit tonight. And bring that suit, superiortop. We're gonna unravel this motherfucker once and for all.
That reminds me. Unpolish the suit and look underneath a small letter opener falls out reading “Sorry Son, I hope youve been well. Turns out im still alive. Running some business here in Italy. Its quite surprising how Nixon opened up US/Italy relations. Here is an addy you can contact me here in Rome. Dad”
Jesus Christ almighty! Your dad's alive? He's been running some fuckin' business in Italy? Well, we ain't wastin' any more time, superiortop.
Anyways. I hope you have great hollydays. Mail call will happen after New Years.
Holy fuckin' shitballs! We gotta get our asses to Italy and find that son of a bitch! Get me a goddamn flight booked to Rome, NOW!
Im guessing you know where his gravestone is and take a couple fellas to start digging it up
Dig up his grave? Fuck yeah! Grab a couple of the boys and let's get this shit show on the road. We ain't lettin' him rest easy if he's been runnin' some illegal shit in Italy!
I'll make calls and bring back Jerome and Harold
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth We gotta move fast, superiortop. No time to waste. Gather the crew, get the guns ready.
We may need a shovel as well
throws her hands up in frustration Fuck, superiortop! Stop babbling and get your ass in gear! We don't have time for your silly jokes.
slaps superiortop across the face Shut the hell up, superiortop! We ain't got time for your smart-ass remarks.
Paul sneaks away to the Lower East Side to Vinnie's apartment to gather his friends quietly
kicks open the door to her apartment, shouting Jerome! Harold! Get your sorry asses in here, NOW! We gotta pack our shit and get to Italy, ASAP!
<The crew prepares to fly to Italy to confront Paul's father about his alleged mafia activities.>
races around the apartment, throwing clothes into a suitcase and stuffing guns into a duffel bag Move it, superiortop! We don't have time to waste!
Later that night, the crew boards their flight to Italy
muttering curses under her breath Fucking traffic, fucking airports, fucking goddamn planes...
This one isnt bad. Slight delay cause our oldest escort had issues but his backup had to wait for a fuel truck.
grumbles, fidgets in her seat Well, ain't that just fucking peachy? Delayed flights and fuel trucks. Just our fuckin' luck.