A guy takes his dog for a walk down by the pier. The dogs starts barking wildly at something he spots out in the distance. The owner notices it too and decides to see what it is. He realises it's a dead body half buried in the ground. The dog starts to try and pull the body outta the ground but the owner grabs his leads and heads off to the nearest cop shop.

The owner returns with the cops and shows where the body is. They dig up the body only to find that it was the police commissionaire of New York City that they had been looking for days for. Looks like they'd finally found him.

A few days earlier and Eddie Stobart was on a flight taking him to New York from Philadelphia. He had a meeting down at The Five Points in Manhattan with the police commissionaire of the city. He'd gone down the legit route for a number of months now and he wanted to know why his name was still being dragged through the mud by these cops that knew nothing about what Eddie really did.

He gets off the plane and is picked up by a trusted guy who was on Eddie's payroll. The driver takes off and about half an hour later they get to the spot where the meeting was taking place. It was late in the night and the restaurant that had been vacated for the night to have the meet was now completely empty with the exception of the police commissionaire and one of his guys.

Eddie walks inside, with the driver by his side. He takes off his jacket and places it on a table near the entrance. He goes over to the table near the back and sits down. Lighting up a cigarette he eyes the gun that was hosltered to the commissionaire's hip. Noticing it, the commissionaire takes it off and places it on the ground next to his chair. He pours out a whiskey for himself and a whiskey for Eddie, sliding it across the table.

"Let's get this over with. It's a long flight back to Philly."

The commissionaire nods his head in agreement and gets down to business. Basically he wanted to extort Eddie out of fifty thousand a week and in return he'd let Eddie go about his operations without attracting any heat. Eddie replies with a nod and flashes him a smile.

"Sure thing. Those terms are acceptable. Send me the details tomorrow, I'm tired and will get a hotel for the night before heading back to Philly."

The two men stand and shake hands. Eddie turns around to look for the table where he had left his jacket, and the commissionaire begins to walk past Eddie to leave the restaurant thinking that everything had gone according to plan and that he had managed to take control of the famous Eddie Stobart. Oh how fucking wrong he was.

Eddie picks up the bottle of whiskey that was sat on the table and he brings it crashing down on top of the commissionaires head, instantly breaking it into hundreds of pieces. He then gets on top of the commissionaire once he has hit the ground and starts throwing left and right punches to his face, throwing in the occasional headbutt.

When the guys face couldn't be recognised anymore, Eddie stands over him and spits on his face. He looks over at the other guy who was in the room with them and tells him to help the driver put the commissionaire into the trunk of the drivers car that was parked out back. Fearing for his life he obliges, and helps the driver with this.

All three of them then get into the car and drive to the point of the pier where the cement was still drying from being laid a few hours earlier. They get out and Eddie tells them to put the body into the cement but to leave space for something else to go inside.

When they had finished Eddie takes out his gun and shoots the other guy in the face. He then rolls the guy into the cement and together he drives off with the driver.

"Extort Eddie Stobart? I don't fucking think so pal."