If they had scheduled a fight in a ring, in advance, Carlo would have stood a chance. But in the street, surrounded by Sonny's men, with Sonny's temper flaring and his own guilt branding him a coward, Carlo never had a prayer.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
