Soon everyone is "going to the mattresses."
Jack falls for the don's gorgeous black-sheep daughter, a legal aid attorney, making him the target of a jealous wise guy/lounge singer who's fixated on her too. And his new store manager-the don's gentle, stamp collecting, cottage cheese-eating former consigliere-proves as good at selling mattresses as he was at cooking the books for the mob. Then the Russians put on a show of force, and the don's only recourse is to call on the world's worst hit man: a mild-mannered chiropractor with an innovative killing technique.
When the smoke clears, who will be the don of Ebbets Beach?
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