Just kidding...

Capazzo then sets up 492 lines of coke and begins to snort all of them one by one as he reads the daily newspaper.

"You should have been singing a classic ballad that my father use to sing... 'Never gonna give you up.  Never gonna make you cry.  Never gonna tell a lie, or hurt you."  Frankie smiles.  "If you're going to lead with a invitation like you did - that's the only way to go friend."

Sullivan came out and sat at a piano on the streets.

"I have something that may help the two of you..."

He began to play a beautiful rendition of a song for everyone.

For those listening, THIS IS THE SONG.

Syndicate listens as a man plays a song on the streets. He listens to the entire song and then gives the man a generous tip. Syndicate looks at the sheet music and gives a few nods to it. "This is good stuff, I could learn this, makes me want to go buy a piano. Can I afford a piano?" 

Syndicate pulls out his checkbook and flips the page, "Next year maybe, I bet I could learn this though." Syndicate flips the page on the sheet music to the second page, "Nope, nope nope nope. Nevermind, pianos aren't my thing."

As Jon walks through the streets, he notices three grown men completely doped up, singing, laughing, and dancing. One of them holding a blank sheet of paper, acting as he's orchestrating this whole mess. Jon walks closer to the three and notices several lines of cocaine spread out on the pavement, and all three of the men had white powdery residue on their nose and mouth. Jon shakes his head as he bends down to pick up their container of change and says, "Excellent work, boys! I'm going to take this money and get a record deal going." And walks away.