
Role added by @michaelcosby on May 17, 2026
Don Cesare looks like everyone's sweet, frail grandfather—a hundred years old, wheelchair-bound, breathing through an oxygen tube. But he's spent five decades running the most vicious union extortion ring in New York. In 1979, he suspected his wife of turning state's evidence. He cut her tongue out with bolt cutters and fed it to his Doberman. She bled to death in the gutter. Now he sits in his Queens social club, receiving tribute from capos while a birthday cake rolls toward him. He doesn't see the headlights until it's too late. Frank Castle puts a bullet in his head without a word. The old evil dies. A younger, uglier one rises in its place.
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