Scarfo and an associate had been tailing the car for some time before it pulled up and across the road from Premiere Cinemas. They also parked up a few car lengths back and behind another vehicle, trying to keep out of sight and make it not look like it really was. After a few moments and no further activity from the lead car, Scarfo's passenger opened the conversation with an obvious observation.

"Scarfo, that's Tony's place. The fuck they doing here?"

Antonio was along for the ride and had been helping Scarfo out with a few things, like driving. He was more than a driver though. Antonio was a hired goon. Scarfo felt the need for extra bodies since the Phoenix were motoring along and they were beginning to take a good hold of the liquor trade. Bootlegging, distilling, selling; it was good money and even better since the prohibition laws came in.

"Yeah, it is."

Scarfo replied to the statement, yet not the question. He had a bad feeling about what it could mean, though. Every criminal seemed to want to have a piece of the liquor trade and some more 'vocal' opponents were said to be moving in with force. Up until now though, it was just all talk. The past few days had the grape vine reeling with threats and what not, which is what had Scarfo and Antonio tailing one of the Capo's of the Irish Mob.

"What are they doing over here in the South Side? Don't they just run things in the North?"

Antonio was right. The Irish Mob occupied and ran their own rackets in North Philadelphia, yet with the latest street ramblings word was they were looking to expand into the Southern district and try to capitalize on the recent takedown of South Philly's Godfather and Underboss. Scarfo and Antonio had followed the Capo since they were tipped the Irish might be heading down South with a point to make. And now here they all were, smack bang in the middle of the business district.

"These fuckn Micks might be trying something. Wait. It looks like we’re about to find out."

Scarfo nodded toward the car which now had two of the occupants exiting. To the local duos surprise and fears, they were brandishing Tommy Guns and heading straight for the cinema. The word on the street had come true, and it was about to turn deadly real quick.

"Oh no you fuckin' don't you Irish fucks!"

Scarfo blurted out as his heart started racing; he quickly ducked into the back of the vehicle and grabbed a Tommy Gun of his own. It was all instinct. Adrenaline was pumping and it was go time. Without thinking about it he exited the car as anger began rising within him; Antonio didn't really know what to do. It all happened so quickly and his instinct was to stay right the fuck where he was. He just didn't register the scene as quickly as Scarfo, and kept his place in the car.

'These fuckin micks, trying this shit, in our town?' Scarfo thought as his blood hit boiling point. No time for fear. War bread men of action, and his anger got him moving like no other emotion could. He readied the gun as he stepped around the car with a quickened pace, yet to Antonio it was all happening in some kind of slow motion moment. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

Scarfo raised the Tommy Gun toward the two men just as they made it into the centre of the road and were raising their own guns toward the cinema entrance where cars were parked near the outside fountain and valet were attending some newcomers. The Irish Mob were obviously on a mission and it involved making a violent and bloody point.

Scarfo squeezed hard on the trigger with his submachine gun aimed at the men and gritted his teeth. The gun recoiled and moved about in his hands as the feeling of animosity toward the men got it's expression with each and every bullet that pumped through the gun at the speed of seven hundred per minute. Hatred never felt so fuckin' good.

Bystanders and civilians cleared out as soon as the gunfire started. People ducked into shops, behind cars, and anywhere they could as the flight response in their nervous systems had them reacting, and screaming. Some women made it known they didn't enjoy it, at all, by their shrieking. It was fair enough, too. This kind of ballsy gangster violence in broad daylight was becoming more regular and it had the average Joe and Jane fearful.

The would be attackers quickly turned into immediate victims. After thirty seconds of violent machine gun aggression they lay slain in the middle of the street. Their idea of putting a point across turned three sixty and they themselves would instead be the victims and new fuel for the media; it could've ended differently though. Antonio called out to Scarfo, which at first was a feint blended background static until his rage came to a simmer.

"Scarfo! We have to go! Get in! Scarfo! Get in god damn it!"

Scarfo stood there in the street a good five seconds after the machine gun stopped pumping out bullets and the bodies had dropped. His instincts that took over had done their job. His breath was still sharp and quick and after another 'friendly' prompt from Antonio he registered more consciously the situation at hand. Scarfo turned and hustled toward the car, popping the back door open and ducking in as quickly as he could.

Antonio already had the car started and as soon as Scarfo was in, he floored it. The car pulled out and did an immediate U-turn. As it turned away from the cinemas Scarfo looked out toward Tony's building, the water fountain catching his eye. No damage done. No violent point made from the Irish Mob. Yet, one point did come across loud and clear. No-one would threaten South Philly Phoenix. The dead bodies and the media story to come would attest to that.

As the car pulled further away Scarfo lay down back in the back seat, collecting his thoughts, Tommy gun laying across his torso while Antonio watched the scene fade more and more out of view in the rear vision mirror. He was also caught up internally thinking about what had just happened.

With the car now well out of sight onlookers, passers-by and civilians slowly came out from their hiding places to assess the aftermath and register what the fuck had just happened before the media and police would eventually arrive on the scene.

Luigi had been enjoying s nice cup of Joe and his favorite jelly donuts, raspberry flavored. The local coffee shoppe was a great place to take a break from all the hustling and bootlegging that The Phoenix were involved in. He had just recently joined the crew and the operations were running smooth. They had cornered the liquor trade in the south side and were making a pretty penny. Recently Luigi had recognized some new blokes driving around town in delivery trucks. They were easily identified as Irish by their freckles and ginger aspects. This was new territory for them since their home turf was Boston and they had just recently moved into North Philly. They came around strong arming some businesses and Luigi had put a word into the crew about what he had seen and heard.

"Mmmmm...... damn these jelly doughnuts are gonna be the end of me!"  the raspberry filling fell to one side of his mouth......

As Luigi walked to the counter to fill up his cup of coffee he heard gun shots coming from across the street. Multiple gunshots. Like someone had just unloaded 3 clips of an automatic and was just shooting for fun and to leave no trace of whoever they were shooting. Luigi stepped out of the coffee shop with donuts and coffee in hand and looked across the street. Scarfo and Antonio were pacing back and forth and pulling wallets and identification from some bodies off the street. Luigi recognized them as the Irish blokes that had been running around South Philly recently. Luigi walked over as a crowd had gathered. His mates had left in their car and now Luigi was just keeping a low profile behind some people in the crowd to see what might happen.

A large van suddenly pulled up and Luigi say two large set gingers jump out. Behind the van Luigi could see an old Dusseldorf that was parked and observing. In it was a large set man wearing a bowlers hat and Luigi could make out a four leave clover emblem on it.

"Hmmmm.... that must be their leader."

Luigi made a mental note of his face and the style of the car. These Irish fucks would be a pain their side as long as they were allowed to do business. Luigi would bring back the info to Scarfo and TonyCapazzo and the others to see when a hunting party could be put together. The gingers grabbed what was left of the bodies and they all left in their vehicles. Just then a small group of reporters made their way to the sidewalk and started snapping pictures. Some started asking the bystanders questions and Luigi ducked out of there. He didn't need this heat.

The next morning Luigi made his usual rounds and stopped at the donut shoppe for coffee and his favorite jellies. He looked at the news stand on the street corner and gave a nickel to the boy hawking the latest edition.

The headline read........

"The Irish in a turf war!!!"