Salvatore Leone: Leave us alone for a minute. The Colombian cartel is making SPANK somewhere in Liberty, but we don't know where, and they seem to know everything we're doing before we do.
We got us a rat. There's a guy named Curly Bob works the bar at Luigi's. He's been throwing more money around than he's earning. He ain't pimping or pushing so he must be talking.
He usually gets a taxi home after work. So follow him, and if he's ratting us out, kill him.
Male two: Here comes our little friend. Mr big mouth himself.
Female: Were you followed? You know what goes on here is our little secret.
Curly Bob: No, no I wasn't followed. You got my stuff?
Female: Here's your SPANK, squealer, now talk.
Curly Bob: Okay so the Leone's are fighting wars on two fronts. They're in a turf war with the Triads with no sign of either side giving up. Meanwhile Joey Leone has stirred up some bad blood with the Forellis.
Everyday they are losing men, and influence in the city. Salvatore is becoming dangerous and paranoid. He suspects everybody, and everything.
Female: With loyalty like yours, what has he possibly got to worry about?