Vito Morello enjoyed Luciano's but tonight was business. Another shipment was coming in tomorrow, and he was arranging to have it diverted to his warehouses. After the arrangements were made, he left the club to see about a horse he was buying to add to his racing stables. Several shots rang out, and Vito's underboss collapsed next to him as he looked down at the blood seeping through his jacket. He looked around, but none of the assailants could be seen before everything went dark.
The night was young, and Corrado Soprano was irritated. He was tired of this damned house arrest, and he was alone. Picking up the phone Junior dialed his right-hand man, Bobby Baccalieri. "Bobby, get over here, I'm tired of being cooped up in this house!", Corrado forced into the phone through his irritation. Bobby's protests could be heard audibly around the room. "Uncle June, you can't leave the house or you'll go back to jail!" Junior wasn't impressed, though. "Bobby, I don't care, just get over here!" Hanging up the phone, he walked back into the living room to watch TV. Unfortunately, he didn't see the figure approaching him from behind. The bat came down on his head swiftly and with lethal force. Corrado lay on the floor alive, but unable to move as he started bleeding out. He could only hope Bobby would arrive in time.
Vincent Palermo was not happy. He had personally driven out to tow a car that had broken down on the interstate, only to find Eugene LaRasso there already, hooking up his own truck. He started to storm out of his car until he noticed a sedan pulling up in front of the LaRasso truck. Two men stepped out and approached Eugene, catching his attention. As he turned inquiringly, one of them grabbed his arms and the other started beating him with a crowbar. A few hits to the knee broke his leg, and they let him go, saying a few words that Vincent couldn't make out. They left him there clutching his knee and unhooked the truck. Leaving the crowbar behind, the approached Vincent's truck and knocked on the door. He rolled down the window cautiously, and the deal he was offered was good enough. He didn't like being beholden to anyone, but they were willing to get rid of the LaRasso's, so that was worth it. Vincent handed over the first payment and pulled up where LaRasso's truck had been moments before.
Business will be good from now on
, he thought to himself with an inward smile.
Furio Giunta was happy in America. It had taken some getting used to, but overall he had become a useful part of the DiMeo family. He was effective as an enforcer and bodyguard, which had quickly gained him Tony Soprano's respect. Still, it was awkward the way he felt about Carmela Soprano. It was bad luck to love the boss's wife, and he had decided to leave the country before Tony killed him or he tried to kill Tony himself. Reaching the airport, he got out of the cab and strode toward the entrance. He didn't even make it halfway there before he was brought to his knees by a knife from the multitude of passersby. The attack found its mark, and Furio had passed before medics could get to the scene.
Mike's Fitness, run by Mikey Lumetto, was a swanky place. They had all sorts of equipment, from full-body exercise machines to a variety of free weights. Mikey was proud of his new business as he closed up after the first week of operation. Turning around from the door, he was approached by a businessman who offered him a deal he couldn't refuse. Huge markdown on a continuous supply of equipment? Mikey didn't care
where
it was coming from, at that price. He agreed to the terms immediately. Business couldn't get better.
Bobby Baccalieri was not one to get annoyed. In fact, he was perhaps the most mild-tempered member of the DiMeo family. That was probably why he resigned himself to taking care of Junior, and he didn't mind it too much. Still, it was dark out already, and he knew Uncle June shouldn't be going anywhere. Bobby got in the car and headed over as fast as he could, not noticing the car that pulled out behind him after he left his house. Stopping at the light about a block from Corrado's house, he saw the car next to him roll down the passenger window on his side. The next thing he saw was the muzzle of a gun in the driver's hand, but he never heard the shot. Bobby Baccalieri was dead, and Corrado's hope of living was gone.
Locke Lamora, Corrado Soprano, Jr, Demented Townie, Killed Night 1
Kise, Bobby Baccalieri, Jr, Townie, Killed Night 1
hohum, Furio Giunta, Combat Medic, Killed Night 1
Earnings Ladder:
Highest Earner:
Gorrad
($42,080)
Second Highest Earner:
Porochaz
($27,000)
Lowest Earner:
rajrhcpfreak
($3,000)
It is now Day 2. With 18 alive, it takes 10 to lynch. As lowest earner, rajrhcpfreak can be lynched by 8 votes.
Deadline: Monday, August 24th, 7:00 pm CST
Melfi: Now that you found out that you have a retarded family member, do you feel better about coming here?
Tony: What?
Melfi: Is it permissable now? Is it enough of a sad tragedy that you can join the rest of the douchebags?