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The show's about to begin.

Get in position.

Demetri grips the knife in his hand tightly.

He no longer feels the vague excitement he did prior to the start of the mission. Instead, he finds his heart heavy.

For the first time, he feels a slight reluctance to draw his knife.

But that feeling is fleeting, quickly suppressed by his other emotions.

Leon, whether this mission succeeds or fails, if I make it back, I'll apologize to you.

Famiglia Bellone has to come out on top.

Otherwise, all of the famiglia's hard work will come crumbling down because of one wise guy's lapse in judgment—and I won't let that happen.

Stay hidden. Finish the job.

Boss.

We've made our preparations. Leontuzzo will go the new city today, their new residence.

If we want our revenge, this is the best chance to rub him out while he's on the way there.

Demetri holds a dagger in his hand.

It was a present he received from Leontuzzo on one of his birthdays.

You're welcome to give it a try, but you'll figure out that there's no point now.

He has Signora Sicilia's permission, and Texas stands at his side. The only thing that awaits you is death.

Even if you succeed, Leontuzzo will see it as nothing more than the last gasp of a despicable foe, a death that holds no meaning to anybody.

Then, what should we...?

I want to take revenge for Leontuzzo Bellone's betrayal of the famiglia. What I don't want is a violent personal vendetta.

If he has to die, he should die after seeing what we accomplish.

Of course, I won't go out of my way to stop you either. After all, death is just a consequence of an action.

For each and every one of us, a betrayal is a betrayal.

I understand.

The mafioso shuts the door behind him, and the room falls quiet again.

Demetri closes the drawer, collapses onto the sofa, and lets out a deep sigh.

His hatred is undeniable, and his past only makes him more angry. He tells himself to bear with it.

He closes his eyes.

Leon... It's gotta be me. I'm the one who's gotta do it.

Donna, your itinerary for today. Signor Wallach has also seen it.

There's one item regarding the drug business that needs your personal attention. Please take a look.

Bring it over.

He has a laboratory in Trimounts, with his own commercial supply chain to produce this new drug.

He wants our funding, as well as a level of protection from the government, to ensure he can get them to market.

Marco, how much do we stand to make from this deal?

One year would be enough to recoup everything we invest, with our earnings increasing every year thereafter. We'll make a killing from this deal.

And if we don't do it, he'd be fine taking it to another Columbian famiglia.

Donna?

The simple transaction would be mutually beneficial to both parties. But, the drug would be anything but.

It'll ruin countless lives.

I understand.

Also, Signor Wallach is waiting for you in the study.

Brandy?

Sure.

The goods are here.

He hands her a package.

Dinner is in half an hour?

Next time, you could just take my place.

Donna...

Joking.

You're dead-set on turning down that deal?

You've got another opinion?

It's your call. I'm not about to question it.

Wallach.

There's gotta be a limit to what we'll do for money.

...Right.

Naturally, you can rest assured that Famiglia Rossati won't interfere with your drug business.

I've got no doubt that you'll do well.

Giovanna reaches out and shakes the hand of the man across from her.

His eyes circle around, trying to see if the man behind her is betraying some expression.

But, he finds nothing.

Bye then. Take care now.

In a little alley next to a parked car, two people are picking out fruit from a stand on the side of the road.

Is that Marco?

Pretty sure... it is.

Personal under-the-table deals are against the rules, but a lot of wise guys are out there to make a little extra money. I don't want to be the one to close the loophole.

He broke the rules, Donna. A famiglia's gotta stand firm.

Remember to pay the fruit stand a cleaning fee.

Of course.

You want me to promise you I'll kill someone off in a romance opera?

In return, I'll do anything I can for you, within my power in the government.

Giovanna gently sets down a package on the small table in front of her.

The man at the box's entrance steps forward, lowers his head, and slips the package into the inner pocket of his coat, leaving behind a dagger in its place.

This is a dagger I can't handle myself, and I hope you can help me do the job.

If you opened the package right now and looked inside, it wouldn't surprise me if you started having second thoughts about the famiglia you're affiliated with right now.

Th-Thank you so much... But...

And all I need from you... is for you to stay put.

Thank you...

I may also need your help again in the future, and hope that you will not begrudge your generosity when that time comes.

You've had your eye on Famiglia Stefano?

The one that controls half the catering industry?

They've branched out into military contracting. The Columbian kind.

Hmph.

And they're already making... a bundle.

Wallach gestures the figures with his fingers.

It's not an extraordinary amount, but if they get settled in, we'll be in big trouble come ten years. Maybe even just six or seven.

Do you think I should have a chat with those officials?

I'll arrange it.

Never mind, Wallach.

Let's call it a day.

Wallach, you already know I'm going.

Cellinia... what would you do if you were donna of Famiglia Rossati?

Would you be like me, dictating what should and shouldn't be done, would you be completely hands off, or would you control everything yourself?

Or I guess... No, you'd never end up running a famiglia in the first place.

But, I still have a glimmer of hope...

That if you got your hands on this thing, you'd definitely do something with it.

It's right here.

Giovanna gently caresses a distinctly Siracusan necklace.

Wallach is enough to keep the famiglia going. For a while after that, he won't be targeting you.

Beyond that, the two of you will stand on opposite sides.