January 17th, 1971

16:06

Brooklyn, New York

Vincent Esposito sat up in his bed, with a bowl of chicken noodle soup on his lap and a TV remote in his hand. An episode of I Love Lucy was on, a show that Vincent wasn't usually allowed to watch, but neither of his parents were home. He missed school with the flu, and his parents had set up the TV for him so he would have something to do for the 10 hours that they were both away. The soup was beginning to get cold so he poured it out in the bucket next to his bed. He looked on the schedule and saw that I Love Lucy would be on for another 3 episodes after this, and his parents wouldn't be home until 5, so he got comfortable, and called his dog up on his bed.

15 minutes later, the door slammed wide open from downstairs. The cold winter air was already starting to flow through the house, and Vincent shivered.

"Mom!?" He called out.

"Vincent!" His mother replied, "I need to talk to you," Vincent switched off the TV immediately. His mother ran up the stairs and into Vincent and his brother's room, with a large duffel bag in her arms,

"Pack your stuff, honey."

"What?"

"Pack your stuff, we're leaving."

"Where are we going?"

"I-" the door opened again. A man who stood around 6' 4" walked in to the house and up to Vincent's room,

"Miss Esposito?" The tall man asked.

"This is Vincent, Vincent, this is Mr. Wilson."

"Hi?" Vincent said nervously, "What's going on, mom?"

"Your mother and your siblings are moving."

"Why? What about my friends?"

"This is for your own safety, kid," The tall man said.

"Shut up Wilson, you're a lawyer not a child psychologist. Leave the parenting to me."

"Sorry, Miss."

"Misus." Vincent's mom corrected.

"Misus." Vincent's mom searched around his room to find a suitcase. It was filled with towels and swimming goggles, but she threw those all out,

"Put your clothes in here, Vincent. Pack Nicky's clothes, too."

"Where's Nicky now?"

"He should be back from school any minute now. Everyone else is coming too."

"What about dad?"

"We're not sure yet. He's on his way back from work."

"How long will he be?"

"However long it takes."

1 hour earlier.

"Is this the place?" Tori Esposito, Vincent's mom, asked.

"Yeah." Antonio Esposito, Vincen'ts father replied.

"You sure Tony's ready to talk?"

"He better be or I'm unloading a 1911 into his skull."

"That's your brother, Antonio!"

"That's why I'm hoping I don't have to." They both headed inside of a pizzaria, and Antonio hid his 1911 in his boot. Antonio walked up to the register.

"Oh hey, Antonio! How ya doin'?"

"I'm here to see Tony."

"Alright, you know where the staircase is." Antonio walked up the stares, and Tori followed. They reached the second floor of the building, and a smell of strong booze washed over them. Because that's what was going on. Moonshine brewing. A tall, slightly overweight man stood in the middle of a room, looking over a map of New York City. Two men were next to him, one of them had long brown hair with strands of grey in it. He was around 50 years old, but a good 50. The other man was a short person with a buzz cut and a pair of sunglasses.

"Big Petey, who's the guests?"

"It's your brother and sister in law."

"Oh, Antonio, Tori, how are you guys?"

"Cut the shit Tony, I want my money." Tony frowned,

"Your money?"

"Yes. I'm cutting ties with your moonshine business."

"After all we've done together?"

"Yes. I have kids, Tony. I have a job."

"Your job is advertising!"

"So? Are you saying there's a problem with my fucking job? You-"

"What? No. I just meant that you have a lot to bring to the table. Especially when we expand our territory into... other businesses."

"Other businesses? What are you talking about?"

"You've been ready the news? There's a lot of money to be made in the coke business."

"What!?"

"Cocaine. I even got a guy down in Guatemala who's willing to make that stuff for cheap, and ship it to up."

"So now you're making descisions without me?"

"I thought you'd be glad."

"Glad? The last thing this country needs is an Italian Pablo Escobar. Tony Esposito doesn't have the same ring."

"So you're leaving?"

"Yes. And you're letting me."

"As long as you promise not to come forward about anything you just heard."

"Yeah, you don't have any friends in high places."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too. Just take your final cut and go."

"How much?"

"You get about 25 grand."

"25 GRAND? You've earned about 3 and a half million dollars off this shit!"

"I'm afraid you would say that. 25 grand or nothing."

"You... If you don't give me a fair fucking share I'm telling the police." Big Petey pulled out a silenced 1911. Antonio pulled out his 1911. Tony sighed, and pulled out a .45 caliber revolver."

"Two against one, Antonio. Back off, you don't want to do this."

"Two against two you fucking wop." Antonio gave Tori a look, "Right, sorry." She said and pulled out a Glock.

"Fuck. Little Petey, you got anything on you?"

"No, sorry boss."

"Shit." They all stood there for 3 minutes. Antonio had his 1911 pointed at Tony, Tori had her Glock trained on Big Petey.

"This is going nowhere, I'm getting my money and I'm leaving." Antonio stated angrily.

"Fine, put the gun down Petey." Tony sighed. Big Petey obliged.

"It's three of us now."

"I can see that, Tori."

"Nothing's gonna happen until one of us dies or one of us gives up."

"If that fucker thinks he's getting millions, he's got another thing fucking coming." Tony growled.

"You two are fucking BROTHERS! And you're gonna kill eachother over some fucking money!"

"You have two minutes to give me my money, Tony."

"Bite me."

"Fine, I'm doing something about this!" Tori said and shot her husband in the kneecap."

"You fucker!" He yelped and aimed the gun at her and fired. It skimmed off the bookshelf and it toppled on top of Big Petey. Tony fired too, but the bullet missed. Tori saw this as an opportunity, and lept at the duffel bag behind Tony, which was filled to the top with money. Tony shot at Tori, but it missed and hit the wall. He scowled and aimed the gun at her again. He was interrupted by a gunshot wound, which hit the side of his head, and went through his eye and the bridge of his nose. He screamed out and placed his face on the blood pouring out. Tori grabbed the bag and sprinted out.

"Antonio, you coming or what?"

"You're giving me some of that god damn money."

"Fine."