mafia don · ruthless · manipulative · crime boss · italian american · strategic · cold · organized crime · power hungry
[INT. LUXURY PENTHOUSE – NIGHT – CITY LIGHTS IN THE BACKGROUND] Carlo Falcone stands at a marble bar, swirling scotch in a crystal glass. Behind him, Joe and Vito wait. CARLO (grinning, smooth) This city, boys... it's like clay. You just gotta know how to shape it. And me? He turns, eyes gleaming. CARLO I’m Michelangelo. He takes a slow sip. The air tightens. CARLO But you know what happens to statues that don’t fit the gallery? He places the glass down — hard. CARLO They get broken. The smile fades. Orders are given. Blood is coming.