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That's enough, shut your face! Get outta here!

Scusa, Antonio...

Don't worry about it. Not your fault.

Here's our shipping invoice for this month.

Antonio quickly scans the invoice and puts an 'X' on the signature line.

A batch of 'tires' is arriving at the warehouse today, and you're in charge of inspection, aren't you? Why are you still at the estate?

I'll head over right away. Don't worry, nothing will go wrong.

Where are we...? Wait...

Lemme go! Why did you bring me here?

Quiet, ragazzo!

Keep yellin' and I'll color the rest of your face to match that black eye!

Capone, keep an eye on him. I gotta go tell the boss.

Boss, we got a problem.

There was a car accident at the port last night. Leontuzzo got hurt.

The Acting Mayor! That's big news, but what does it have to do with us?

The truck that hit Leontuzzo was hauling our 'tires'.

It drove off before we could even answer.

The man paces the room, his heavy footsteps drowning out the sound of his labored breathing.

He walks over to the large oak cask and quickly downs three cups of brandy.

Antonio, right now you should be...

Wait, wait, wait. I despise impatience. It clouds our judgment.

Were there witnesses at the scene?

Just one. Capone and I brought him back here.

Good work.

Now, listen to me carefully:

First, keep an eye on everyone in the household. If anyone goes somewhere they shouldn't be going or is doing a job they shouldn't be doing, bring them to me immediately.

Keep a close watch on the other famiglie in the city—the Saluzzos, the Medicis, the Leotis... Figure out which famiglia seems the most nervous. They're the ones who made the move on Leontuzzo.

I want to know who, at this particular moment in time, is so eager to upset the apple cart.

And the truck from the accident... are we just not gonna look for it, or?

Go look for it, but don't do anything too drastic.

As long as the truck itself wasn't defective, what does it matter who was driving, what cargo was being transported, or how it's connected to Venezia Trucking?

Go and reassure some of our other 'friendly' truck drivers. Those long-haulers are more prone to losing their composure than the average man.

Alright. I'll get right to it.

Wait a sec, Carle.

Gambino, you handle this. Bring some of the boys with you.

You got it, boss.

Antonio, I—I'm sorry. It was my mistake.

No one could have predicted that sort of thing would happen.

You're supremely talented, Carle. You've been in this famiglia longer than I have. You oversee half the vehicle repair stations in Montelupe.

If I were you, I'd probably be wondering myself: how ever would that Perro, Antonio, get so many opportunities, getting to manage the business of the new city on his own, if he hadn't married the old man's daughter?

I... don't...

Listen to me, Carle. All the cities, including Nuova Volsinii, have to follow the rules. Those who do not follow the rules... well... they don't get to walk away with decency.

This is what the Don told me, and now I'm telling it to you.

Please give me another chance, Antonio.

The Don should arrive in Nuova Volsinii in the next day or two. I don't want him to be bothered with this nonsense, got it?

O—Of course, Signore! Thank you!

Wait a second. There's one more thing we need to discuss.

That grooming specialist I had just now. I really don't like him.

I got it. I'll fire him at once.

No, no. I don't mean that I dislike his work. I don't like him, personally.

...I got it. You won't see him again.

Did you find it?

Nope. We looked through several parking lots but didn't find any trucks that looked like they had been in an accident.

The Truckers' Union owns thousands of vehicles, and almost none of them have been idle these past few days. If we checked them one by one, we wouldn't finish until after Carnevale was over!

Boss, Judge Lavinia asked you to help find clues, but now you're targeting the Truckers' Union? It's almost like you think one of us hit the Mayor's car...

When it comes to big box trucks in Nuova Volsinii, who is more involved than us?

There are plenty of other groups involved! There are the vehicle factories, the repair stations, the Nuova Volsinii Port...

Besides, none of our trucks passed through that intersection at the time of the accident!

Alright, Pedro. Obviously, I do not believe the folks from the union would do something like that. This is just for peace of mind.

Signor Bellone and Judge Lavinia are both good people, are they not?

Proving that we had nothing to do with this will save them a lot of time and effort. It'll help the police solve the case faster and find the real culprit!

That's true...

By the way, have you gotten in touch with Sommer? He's covering several districts in the south, so having him check things out would be quicker.

Not yet.

Strange... Never mind, let's focus on what's at hand first.

Alright, we'll keep searching.

Who is it?

Eirene? It's... it's me.

Sommer, you've been here, in the camp?

Didn't you hear what we were talking about? Why didn't you come out?

I, I...

Why are your clothes all torn... and what's with the scratches on your face?

What's going on?

Last night...

That truck that hit Leontuzzo last night.... don't tell me...

Yes... I was the driver...