"That is just it, dear sister."  David smiles and puts his arm around Amy's waist.  "These 'things' that always come up with the Camorra, they are symptoms, and addressing them does not cure the disease.  I intend to cure the disease tomorrow.  Everything is set to move at once; the financial power will be redistributed - mostly to myself, under a variety of guises - and the Camorra will be left in their political offices without resources.  They will be paper tigers, toothless and harmless."