The city of Philadelphia was restless from over exposure to the presence of the Durden crew. Four in the morning on a Saturday seemed like a good time to hit the casino, maybe try to hook up with one of the dancers, but BlackAtom was working.

The hustle never stopped for him. He sat on his bucket with a group of Goombas looking over the daily profit values he had recorded in his black book. His ears still rang from the gun shots he heard when he witnessed a homeless man gun down a Durden Capo.

BlackAtom barely hears the front door of Mass Hysteria open up. Maddy and her Made Guys walk out of the building toward her car. She stopped and spoke to a couple of Wise Guys selling cocaine out of the back of a truck when BlackAtom suddenly feels an overwhelming desire to become a Made Man.

He remained silent and watched. Anytime he saw his crew leader he maintained an atmosphere of silence and respect. A few moments later,  BlackAtom's french connection approached him with an envelope, heavy with monetary contents. BlackAtom grabs the money and pulls out a ink pen. He walks toward Maddy's direction writing on the envelope.

He attempts to hand the envelope over to Maddy. She looks at the item and recognizes the word 'TAXES' written on the front of it.

"I believe this is yours ma'am," BlackAtom says. He than walks back over to his post, lighting a cigarette and holding a black book.