There’s a street corner in Manhattan on 52nd Street between 5th and 6th Avenue where something happened in 1965 that nobody who witnessed it ever forgot. Not because of violence, not because of gunfire or blood or death, but because of the moment when the most dangerous man in New York stood up for the…
There’s a moment in a courtroom in 2011 that nobody who witnessed it will ever forget. Not because of the verdict, not because of the evidence, but because of what a 94year-old man’s said to a federal judge who just sentenced him to eight years in prison. John Sunny Franesi stood in the courtroom of…
Every war on this list started with something small, a missing tribute, a handshake that was never returned. A man who forgot his place or a man who refused to accept his. And every war on this list ended the same way. Bodies in streets, in restaurants, in cars, in churches, in front of wives,…
August 17th, 1981. Eltingville, Staten Island. Dominic Napolitano walked into a house knowing he might not walk out. He handed his jewelry to his favorite bartender hours earlier. His car keys, instructions to feed his pigeons. At 51 years old, Sunny Black understood the language of the mafia, and that language was screaming his name….
Before the corporate towers, before Steve Win, before the theme parks and the buffets and the billiondoll resort fees, Las Vegas belonged to somebody else. Not the bankers, not the shareholders, not the men in suits who show up in the annual reports. It belonged to a…
The 18th of November 1982, Kings County Supreme Court, Brooklyn, New York. Frank Manzo, 57 years old, stood before Judge Raymond Harwood wearing a tailored suit that cost more than most people made in a month. He owned nothing. On paper, at least. The prosecutor held up a stack of property deeds, 43 homes, total…
September 19th, 1980. A patch of woods on Staten Island, New York. The van doors swing open. A 69year-old man steps out into the dirt. No blindfold, no restraints. He already knows. He’s been riding with his killers for 13 hours, talking, laughing, telling stories about the old days. Now it’s over. John Johnny Keys….
In casino, Ginger McKenna dies in a motel hallway. Sharon Stone collapses. The camera pulls back and Dairo’s voice over tells you she overdosed somewhere in Los Angeles alone. And that was the end. There’s a daughter in the film, a single girl called Amy. She appears in a handful of scenes, the custody fight,…
A crew of Sicilian immigrants running pizza parlors moved an estimated $1.65 billion dollar in heroin through the United States. And the FBI couldn’t get a single informant inside the operation. Not one. The bureau’s most successful undercover agent in history spent 6 years embedded in the same crime family. He never got close to…
There was a time in New York City when one woman decided who mattered. She did not hold elected office. She did not run a business. She did not command an army. She simply held a calling card. And if your name was not on her list, you did not exist in society. The women…
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