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crude indecent language (L), explicit sexual activity (S), or graphic violence (V).
Knuckles Genovese is holding a gun to the back of the head of Vinny “Lamb Chops” Sarducci, his best friend.
Lamb Chops says: “Knuckles?”
Knuckles: “Yeah. On your knees, hands behind your back. You know the drill.”
Lamb Chops: “Did they have to send you?”
Knuckles: “Come on Vin, you know they would send no one else.”
In his heart of hearts Lamb Chops knew it would have to be Knuckles when the time came.
Lamb Chops did not disrespect himself by pleading for his life.
He knew it would not save him anyway.
Lamb Chops “Knuckles, I’m glad my last conversation will be with you. We go all the way back. The only one further back than you is my mother.”
They both stood there in limbo for a moment, suddenly thinking the same thoughts. Their joint lives flashing before their eyes.
They met in the first grade at Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy grammar school in Brooklyn.
They were inseparable from that moment.
They went through grammar school and high school together. They made their First Holy Communion and Confirmations together.
They joined the same crew at the same time and became made men years later on the same day.
They went on their first hit together.
Their bond went beyond friendship. They were their own Band of Brothers.
A platoon of 2.
On the street they were called Frick and Frack. But never to their faces.
Much closer brothers they couldn't have been.
But The Code supersedes all other commitments and relationships.
Lamb Chops had broken it many times.
He had let the drugs get the better of him and he was getting high on his own supply as they say.
He was causing a big problem for the Boss and putting him at risk. He had become an embarrassment and huge liability for The Family.
The Boss did all he could to get him to straighten out, but to no avail.
He had been warned many times. Deep down he knew that eventually he'd have to be “Let Go”
“Let Go” was mobster speak for taking a dirt nap.
So the powers that be sent his best friend, Knuckles.
Obviously this was meant to test Knuckle’s honor and commitment.
So the Boss would get two things done at the same time. Get rid of a liability and test the commitment of one of his main captains.
Lamb Chops: “Take care of Nancy and the kids.”
Knuckles: “Of course. She will get every penny of your share forever.”
Lamb Chops: “Knuckles, remember Sister Saint Dominic, in fifth grade and how she would……”
Knuckles cut him off mid sentence by pulling the trigger.
He was glad to give his friend a happy memory as the lights went out.
Most condemned men get no such luxury.
When the body hit the floor he emptied the remaining 9 rounds into his best friend’s skull.
If his best friend and brother needed to get whacked, he deserved to be the one chosen for the hit.
He was honored to have been given the job.
