Two men wearing black suits exit a car. They get together in front of a bar. The shorter of the two pulls out a gun.

“Just in case.”

The taller man, Sam, pushes the gun down.

“Put that away Sal. The boss said…ALIVE!”

Sal reluctantly puts away his revolver as Sam opens the door to the bar. The two walk in and take a seat. A waiter approaches them.

“Hello good sirs, what can I get for you two today?”

They ignore the waiter, he asks once again.

“Can I get you gentlemen something?”

Sam gives the waiter a stare, the waiter immediately pulls back. He can tell Sam is piercing his soul with just his eyes. Sam slams down $100 on the table.

“That’s yours…all we need is to be ALONE.”

The waiter takes a gulp and grabs the money off the table. He quickly says thanks and disappears behind the bar. Sal taps Sam on the arm.

“Look Sam.”

Sal nods in the direction of a poker game going on. 

“There he is”

There is a group of men playing poker. A young man in his early 20s smokes a cigarette as he looks at his cards. His eyes pan around to everyone else at the table as he takes a drag from the cigarette without ever touching it. He wears pants and a old shirt but his hair, unlike the rest of him, looks like a million bucks. It’s well kept and standing tall. He finally makes a move and speaks.

“ALL IN”

He pushes all his money to the center of the table to add to the sizable pot.

“Fold.”

“Fold.”

Two men fold and the last bettor smiles and let’s out a laugh.

“I got your ass now Fanucci! Call!”

The man shows a flush. Frankie Fanucci nods.

“Damn, that’s a strong hand.”

He puts his head down in sadness as the other man grabs the pot of cash. Quickly, Frankie stops him.

“But not as strong as this…”

He turns over his cards revealing a full house. He moves the man’s hands away to collect his cash. The man becomes enraged.

“You son of a bitch! You’re clearly cheating!! No one wins almost every time! How are you doing it? Extra cards? Where are they, in your sleeve? Where!!?”

Frankie laughs which only gets the man more angry. The man jumps across and punches Frankie. Frankie is caught off guard but quickly recovers and begins to exchange blows. He gets the upper hand as everyone watches the fight. Frankie starts stomping the man in the head over and over.

Sal and Sam quickly rush over and grab him. The drag him by the back of his neck and arms.

“What…you’re gonna kill him over a hundred bucks…if that? Come with us.”

Frankie snaps back. “Who the fuck are you two! Get off of me, my money is there!”

Sam flashes his gun that shuts Frankie up immediately. They escort Frankie into the car and tell him to step in. Frankie knows he is in trouble. He is a gambler by trade and has become known on the streets as a skilled bettor whether it was cards, dice, sports gambling or the horses Frankie was a winner.

Were these guys pissed off friends of someone he beat once? Did he maybe beat one of these guys in a poker game? Whatever it was, Frankie knew it couldn’t be good. What could they possibly want with him, what would they to do him?

“Guys, can we talk about this. What’s going on?”

….The men stayed quiet.

“Well if you can’t tell me what’s going on can you at least tell me where we are going?”

Sal spoke. “The House”

Frankie looked confused. 

“The House? What house? Whose house???”

The men paused for a few seconds and then Sal replied.

“HOUSE OF LANNISTER”

Frankie immediately went cold. House of Lannister is a group of mafioso in Chicago and their boss id one of the most respected but feared men in the country… Tyrion

Frankie sits on the drive and begins to ponder, what could he possibly want? Why would Don Tyrion summon for him?