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he could potentially commit the robbery. This very scenario may be why Donati was killed. From the 1960s until the mid-1990s, if anyone was purchasing a used car in Revere, it was best to check the trunk first.
    Another incident occured at 115 Suffolk Avenue in Revere, a home that was once owned by Samuel Granito, a capo with the Angiulo faction. He was convicted of procuring the services of Frederick Simone to kill Angelo Patrizzi. After Patrizzi was found hogtied and strangled to death in the trunk of his car, FBI wiretaps picked up this conversation between Larry Zannino and Ralph Lamattina.
    Zannino: “They got him. Freddy was scared to death. The kid would have clipped him in two fucking minutes.”
    Lamattina: “He wanted to clip Freddy. The kid wanted to ahhh.”
    Zannino: “Freddy fucked him in the ass.”
    The Patrizzi hit stemmed back to 1978, when Joseph Patrizzi, a loan shark, was shot and killed in Revere. The killer was never found but was believed to be Connie Frizzi, another loan shark who shared the same territory as Patrizzi. The mob feared that Joseph’s brother Angelo, who was incarcerated at the time, would seek revenge upon his release. Angelo had other plans to revenge his brother’s death. Angelo escaped from prison, and law enforcement placed several wiretaps in mob hangouts. They produced several conversations on the subject of how to kill Angelo. There was talk of offering the contract to Whitey Bulger, but Angiulo decided that it would be better to have Frizzi do it. Angelo placed a call to Roy’s Coin Shop in Revere that set up the events that led to his own demise. On March 11, 1981, nine people, including Frizzi, showed up at the Harbour House on the Lynnway in Lynn to tie Angelo up and let him slowly strangle to death in his trunk in the parking lot.
    Another wiretap in Lynn was placed in Studio IV, which was unofficially owned by Jerry Angiulo. It was a dance club that held monthly Las Vegas nights that would supposedly donate the house takes to charity. However, the donations were never received. One night, the FBI picked up that Jerry was passing on some fatherly advice to his son Jason on a wiretap.
    Jerry: “We’re talking craps now.”
    Jason: “Mister Vardie is my…”
    Jerry: “Fucking, mother fucking big mouth cock sucker, shut up.”
    Jason: “You gonna listen to me?”
    Jerry: “No, you mother fucker. Now shut up. Let me tell you something huh. I’ve been in the crap business when you were, weren’t even born, you cock sucker that you are. Don’t you even, ever ask me ever that a pair of dice that’s been used more than one and a half or two hours without replacing it, with a brand-new set, and that set goes in your pocket and they’re down the fucking sewer. Do you understand that? That’s a fucking order because you’re a fucking idiot. Now shut up.”
    Jason: “Yeah, let me tell you.”
    Jerry: “You talk and I’ll hit you with a fucking bottle.”
    Now that sounds like a quality conversation between a father and son.
    Mafia violence could spill over anytime, anywhere, no matter how sacred the occasion. On January 30, 1980, both Jerry Angiulo and his underboss, Larry Zannino, were attending the wedding of Bruno Balliro when Ronald Davis, another wedding guest, insulted Zannino. Consequently, Davis received a beating at the wedding. A taped conversation on March 23, 1981, revealed the circumstances of Davis’s apparent suicide in his cell at Walpole State Prison.
    Zannino: “You were at the wedding. You know the kid that threw a punch at me? Remember we kicked him all over the joint.”
    Angiulo: “You mean Liz’s cousin?”
    Zannino: “I had him killed in Walpole. I sent a fucking word in…he was killed in Walpole.”
    Angiulo: “You had the right, because [inaudible].”
    Zannino: “Embarrass me in front of, he was