Don't let nobody tell you there's no future in a life of crime, because
some rackets can last forever. But we'll get around to all that
immortality jazz later. A mafia turf war is raging on the mean streets
of the Big Apple, a place where regular joes bounce between backdoor
booze joints and the breadline. But this caper ain't about a simple
gangland brawl. It's about hoods who can't seem to die proper after
catching a bullet or five between the eyes. Sadistic hit men and the
dames they love, mad bombers going boom, monsters going bump and soul
sucking alchemists bootlegging an elixir of eternal life.