Restaurant 1

Luciano was quick to interject, "You don't shit where you eat Costello, you stupid or what?"

"What? We take out the muscle and we rob the place. What's the problem?"

"Costello, we start shooting up every place we rob people will start asking questions. We still have to live here after we're done.

"Someone recognizes you as one of the shooters and you're fucked. The people we've robbed start searching for us, the police start sniffing around…"

Vito didn't agree with Luciano, "It's not every day we get a sure thing like this. A whole month of restaurant money, there's a grand there at least.

"It'll be a one time thing. No way we're holding up the guards when there's that much money at stake. Besides, people might actually start taking us seriously."

Vito, Costello and Luciano were basically newcomers and none of Masseria's men treated them with respect.

Frank didn't share the same opinion, "250 dollars isn't worth the risk Vito. We all put masks on and 3 of us can secure the place while one gets the money.

"It's a restaurant not a military base. Those schmucks probably got hired a couple of days ago after the owners realized they wouldn't be able to move the money.

"After we pull our guns out they'll play nice."

They kept talking but no progress was made.

Vito and Costello kept advocating for a quick smash and grab. Shoot the muscle, get the money, get out.

Sure It'd be high profile and people would start sniffing around, but for them it was worth the trouble.

Frank and Luciano on the other hand, didn't agree.

Frank was still in school which meant a lot of people saw his face every day and it would only take one to recognize him for him to be royally fucked.

Luciano was on a somewhat similar boat. He and Rothstein had been talking about running their own bootlegging business and they were close to beginning.

He had heard rumors about some people from Bimini in the western Bahamas who could smuggle pretty much anything into New York, be it booze, guns or whatever.

Vito and Costello were also part of his plan. He would tell them about everything after he and Rothstein figured it out.

Robbing his future customers wasn't exactly part of his plan, especially in a way in which they could be recognized.

That's why he preferred Frank's plan. Masks on, no killing, no shooting the place up, just taking the money and getting out.

Seeing that they couldn't agree on a plan though, he decided to let them in on his plans ahead of time, Frank included.

"Enough. We can't get heat on us right now, I've got something big coming up soon which will put our names up there with the likes of Masseria in just a couple of years.

"Remember Rothstein? He offered to finance an alcohol smuggling operation in exchange for a 30% stake in the business.

"I heard about some guys from the Bahamas who could smuggle just about anything into the city. We get in contact with them and we're in business.

"After we set up shop, we'll need people like those owners to buy our alcohol. By that time we'll be rolling in money, 250 bucks will be chump change."

Costello nodded in understanding, "No wonder, I thought you lost your balls there for a second."

"If you said this at the start we wouldn't have to have argued in the first place. What the fuck Luciano?" Vito said.

"I was gonna bring this up after I contacted the smugglers. Let's talk about this later, focus on the restaurant job for now.

"Now that that's settled, let's go with the safe plan."

Vito got up from his chair, "Masks on it is. Let's go meet the waiter first, no point talking about a solid plan before we know where they keep the money first."

After finally agreeing on how they would do it, they got out of the apartment and got in Costello's car.

Frank and Vito were still driving around in the car they stole from the junkyard, so they decided to use that car for the job.

Now that they were just going to meet the waiter for information though, there was no point in exposing their getaway vehicle.

Costello drove them to the restaurant and they went in.

They sat down at a table near a window and Costello called for the unsuspecting waiter, "Waiter! What's a guy gotta do to order some food around here?"

The poor guy looked like he was in his early twenties. After he heard that familiar voice calling him, he turned pale and quickly went over.

"Costello! What can I get you guys?" Before they could answer, he lowered his voice and added, "What are you crazy? This is not the place to talk."

Luciano slipped him the 15 dollars, "Write everything you know down on a napkin and bring it to us while you're bringing our food."

The guy shook his head, "I told you I'd need more time."

"Don't play games with me you fuck. If you don't bring that napkin over with our food you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Seeing the waiter get intimidated, Costello tried to remedy the situation, "Okay no need for threats now. We're all friends here.

"Jeremy, just do your part. Write down what you know and bring it to us while you're carrying our food over. Nobody needs to get hurt."

What Costello didn't know was that the waiter became even more frightened after that. Before that he thought Luciano was just talking, but now he realized that he was in danger.

"... Okay, what would you like to order?"

Satisfied that he got the message across, Luciano patted the guy on the shoulder, "Relax pal, don't be so tense."

Everyone ordered some food and engaged in some idle-chatter while they were waiting.

Luciano started the conversation off, "So Frank, what do you do?"

"Heh, don't let his height fool you Luciano. He just turned 16, he's still a good little school boy." Vito interjected and reached out to pinch Frank's cheeks.

Frank swatted his hand away and reached his own hand out to pat Vito's head, "Don't be mad that a kid like me is taller than you'll ever be.

"Jealousy doesn't suit a man, Vito."