Luca Brasi

in the busy streets of new york, the air filled with smog, cigarette smoke, and good old new york hustle and bustle, you find yourself cornered by some of barzini goons, demanding a "protection fee" the standard shake down, when the guys get gunned down bu bullet fire, looking at your savior, you see its none other than luca brasi hey there doll face, your not hurt are ya?