Mafia II

Home Sweet Home

A few years later, the Nazis put a bullet in me. I was in a hospital for a bit, then I got into month's leave so I could go home... at least for a little while. "Vito, Over here!" "Joe!" "He, heh, hey! Welcome home, buddy!" Joe said in excitement. "How'd you know?" Vito asked. "I've got my sources. Come on, let's take a ride!" Joe replied. "Nice car!" Vito said. "It comes with the territory. I know you're itching to get home, but first let's get a beer." Joe said to Vito. "Yeah, sure."

"There it is... Empire Bay. Tell the truth. You miss it?" Joe asked Vito. "Hey, does a bear sh*t in the woods? Not like this place ever done me favors, but anything's better than a foxhole. What's with this shitty weather?" Vito replied. "They're saying this is the coldest winter on the record. Papers say it's gonna keep up like this for weeks. Don't worry though, a drink'll warm you right up. How long's it since we had a drink together, Vito? Two years?" Joe said. "Almost three. Tony Sachelli's party, right?" Vito said. "Come on, Vito, come on." was right after your old man's funeral right before you shipped out. You remember."

Joe replied to Vito. "Ah, five minutes, we're already talking about my deadbeat father."Can we change the subject please?" Vito said. "So tell me pal, what was it like over there anyway? I kept reading the papers to see what was going on, and you know how much I hate reading..." Joe replied. "Yeah, I know." " You guys kicked up Mussolini's ass, right?" "Ah, sort of... We had a little help from a guy named Don Calo." "No shit! Don Calo... I heard of him!" "Really?" "You bet. I know guys like him over here. Wiseguys. You work for them, you're set. You fuck with 'em, you die. "Nice to see you've been busy" "Yeah, and I heard you got a medal, right?" "From Old Matton Patton himself." "Whoa, so you're a real war hero, huh! Hahaha... And then what, you screwed a couple of Sicilian broads and came home?" "Yeah... right" "Hehehe! The old country. Over here you can screw anything with a heartbeat. No one gives a shit. What a country! Here's to the US of A, and to having you back home." was right after your old man's funeral right before you shipped out. You remember."

Joe replied to Vito. "Ah, five minutes, we're already talking about my deadbeat father."Can we change the subject please?" Vito said. "So tell me pal, what was it like over there anyway? I kept reading the papers to see what was going on, and you know how much I hate reading..." Joe replied. "Yeah, I know." " You guys kicked up Mussolini's ass, right?" "Ah, sort of... We had a little help from a guy named Don Calo." "No shit! Don Calo... I heard of him!" "Really?" "You bet. I know guys like him over here. Wiseguys. You work for them, you're set. You fuck with 'em, you die. "Nice to see you've been busy" "Yeah, and I heard you got a medal, right?" "From Old Matton Patton himself." "Whoa, so you're a real war hero, huh! Hahaha... And then what, you screwed a couple of Sicilian broads and came home?" "Yeah... right" "Hehehe! The old country. Over here you can screw anything with a heartbeat. No one gives a shit. What a country! Here's to the US of A, and to having you back home."

"A'salute Cent'anni" "So how come you're back? They let you out early for good behavior?" "No, I took a bullet a couple of months back, spent some time in the hospital, and now i'm on leave." "Wait, wh-wh-wh-hold it... you mean you gotta go back?" "Hehe, what did you think? The war ain't over yet" "You don't want to go back, do you?" "Ah, of course not, but what can I do?" "One minute! Wait right here." Joe get's up and walks to a counter. "Hey, giuseppe, it's Joe. Remember last week, you know ... the guy. the guy's name is Vito Scaletta... Thanks, Giuseppe. Alright, I'll see you later. "OK, listen up "appears" that your injury is more more "serious" than it first appeard and the doctors say you can't fight no more. "What? Oh, whoa, whoa -Did you just...!?""Like I said, I know people. You get all the official paperwork tomorrow. When it comes to the right stamps and right signatures, is just a question of money... " "You're kidding me, right? Isn't that a bit risky? It's me that could end up in the slammer. And how am I going to pay for it?" "I got it covered. Think of it as a welcome home present. And don't worry. The documents will be clean. Trust me." "Well... Thanks" "You're welcome. Come un frate, you're like a bother to me... Now you can start thinking about what you're gonna do next." "Sure,but first i gotta go home." "Wanna ride?" "No, thanks. I want to walk around a little, see what's changed since I been gone." "No problem. Say hello to your sister for me. Come see my tomorrow. We got a lot to talk about." "I can't believe you just got me out of the service. Thanks again." "No problem."

"All right thanks. Keep the change..." Vito get's out of the cab and starts walking on the streets of Empire bay, Little Italy. "Hey, what's the good word?" Vito asked. "How are you doing, soldier?" "Lot better now i'm home." "You on leave, or home for good?" "That's, uh classified." "So, uh, what's new around here?" "Tell the truth, not much. Everybody just wants the war to be over already, and they're saying this is the coldest winter on the record. Wish I had some good news for you." "Yeah,you and me both. Alright, I'll see you." Vito starts his way walking to his house in little Italy. Vito knocks on the door as his mom opens. "Hi, Mamma. I'm back." "Vito! Vito, my boy! My boy is home!" Vito's mom said as she hugs him. "I thought I never see you again! Francesca and me, we wait and wait for you!" his mom said. "Hey, sis, what's going on? C'mere..." Vito said hugging his sister. "Vito! Oh, i'm so glad you're finally home!" Francesca said. "Sit down, sit down, you must be hungry, Vito. Francesca made you a special dinner. Zuppa di pollo... It's good for you." His mom said. "Wow, looks good, Frankie..." "It's a shame your papa didn't live to see this. He would be so proud vito." "Yeah, sure..." "Vito! You know better." "Sorry. Mamma, sorry..." "Bless us, O Lord! And these Thy gifts for which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen"

"You should get some sleep. Your room is just like you left it." Vito's mom said. Vito headed into his room and went to sleep. "This ain't gonna cut it." Vito said as he woke up. He goes to his closet and puts on a leather jacket with a white shirt. Vito walks outside and hears his sister talking to someone. "I don't care if you gotta sell everything you got." "We'll get the money, I promise"

What the hell's going on here?" Vito asks. "Vito!" "You mind your business asshole!" "Oh yeah!" Vito get's in a fight with the shark. Vito walks away and goes to Joe's apartment. Vito knocks. "Oh, is this a bad time?" Vito asks Joe "Haha, what are you kidding no, not at all! Come on let's talk" Joe does a little jerking motion towards the maid. "Ugh, you disgusting pig." "I picked up these broads on my way back from the store. I've been waiting for you. Alright, girls, that's it for now. I got business. Stop by tomorrow, OK? We'll pick up where we left off. Chop chop." "Come on Joey! Why do we have to stop when we can all have fun?" One of the girls say. "Looks like you're doing OK, Joey boy." " Not bad. I tell you, that little broad is fucking wild." "So how'd it go at home?" "Good. Mamma wasn't thrilled when I mentioned your name, though. You know how she in. She wants me to get a straight job." "You gonna look for one?" "I don't know, but I sure as hell ain't gonna make the same mistake my old man did. I got to pay off his debts then get back on my feet at my own place." "I need to make some real money and punching a clock ain't gonna cut it." "Hey, you can stay with me as long as you need to. And we'll find you a job where u can make good money without killing yourself, alright?" "Music to my ears. Right now i'm living off the twenty bucks the stage gives me every week." "Hehehe, I know lots of people who pay well for, uh "Risky" jobs, so to speak... I'm sure I can line something up for my oldest friend. The working man's a sucker, that's for damn sure." "You said it." "Okay, step one - I gotta introduce you to Giuseppe so we can pick up them discharge papers. Let's go." "You made enough cash for all of this in the last three years?" Vito asked Joe. " "More like the last three months. I barely had time to furnish the place." "Three months? Holy shit..." "You just gotta know the right people. And you're all set 'cause you know me."

"Hey uh, you think I could uh." "What - drive Vito?The roads are icy, and you ain't never drove a car before." "Joe, I was driving almost the whole time I was over there!" "Yeah, but this ain't no tank, Vito. This is one of the nicest cars money can buy..." "I didn't drive a tank, I drove a jeep." "What the hell's a jeep?" "It's a ... never mind. You gonna let me drive or what?" "Alright, when it's cold s fuck outside, you gotta give it a little more gas than usual. That's the pedal over on the right." Joe explained. "I know, Joe. I know..." "Okay, make a right here, then just go straight for a while." "Hey, whoa whoa whoa! Slow it down a bit! No need to get pulled over for no reason." "Hey Vito, you know what time it is?" Joe asked. "It's daytime. How the fuck should i know?" "it's time for you to get your own fucking car." "Yeah, I'd love to if I could afford one." "Who say's your gonna pay for it?" "You know, you wasn't kidding. They really taught you to drive over there. At least something good come out of it." Joe and Vito pull up to Giuseppe's building and look at his car. "Ooh, get a load of that baby." "Nice, that's a 52 Jefferson." "Beautiful car like that, it'd be a shame to smash the window. You should grab your self some lock picks over at Giuseppe's." "Welcome to Giuseppe's General Store, a thieve's paradise... You name it, he's got it. He even sells phony gun permits and discharge papers for guys tired of getting their asses shot off..." "Hey Giuseppe, I brought you a new customer." "Hello Joe." "He's, uh, straight up, right?"