- "What are you doing? Why are we stopping? You can't stop here."

The car stops, the driver turns to the man sitting in the back, pointing a pistol at the man;
- "Get out of the car."

Two other men approach the car, open the door and grab him as he is desperately clutching the seat and the door handle anchoring himself. 
Shortly after he is brutally thrown into a hole and a cloud of bullets engulf his body. 

- Is he dead? *Babak asks*

Morty jumps down in to the hole and searches for a pulse...

- Yeah he is dead
- Why did you want to kill him if he was innocent?

- I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't talk.
- To Tony? I wasn't going to say anything, but why Tony?
- It's kind of embarrassing but,
- Go ahead.
- I had a dream.
- Oh boy.
- You see what I mean...
- Okay, so you had a dream about him turning. Tell me about it.
- Well ... it's the second time I dream about him, but they were both the same.... they start out that we are back home in Chicago but it's not anything like Chicago. And I'm shot. And you're in both dreams and you're shot too. And then I see this man... in back of this car. He's the one, he's the one that has shot us.

Morty stares at Babak to see if he will continue. Babak stares out into the empty air.

- That's it.
- So, you killed him because of a dream?
- To get rid of this awful feeling.
- Right, well we better get going before it gets dark.

They start picking up the empty bullet casings.

- Should be around the corner.
Morty and Babak walk down a narrow sidewalk, past the coffeeshop and as they turn around the corner, suddenly a man moves quickly out from behind the corner and stops, staring into Morty's eyes, and hits him with a punch across the face.
Morty, surprised by this, lurches back and falls back into Babak who tries to catch him as he is falling, but is unable to grab him before he hits the ground. 

Babak looks up, but the man is gone.
- MORTY! ... Morty! You all right? ... Morty!
He kneels down next to a passed out Morty and slaps him a few times across the face, hoping that the pain will wake him up, which it eventually does.

- Hello there sunshine... time to wake up.
*Morty having problem focusing*

- Is that you Babak?
- In all my living glory darling. You scared me there for a moment, but it's good to have you back.

- What the hell happened
- Beats me brother. You got your light punched out by a random fella. 

- I guess it was one of my old associates

Babak helps Morty to get up on his feet...

- You don't have to tell me. It's written all over that pretty face of yours that you knew him. Now let's go see his apartment.

After locking the pick they enter the apartment, filled with deco furniture, oriental rugs, brass floor lamps and a massive tiled fireplace. They lock the door behind themselves and start searching the apartment. 

- How long did he work for your family?
- We let him live after his family was ambushed during their sleep, but I guess you know that already.

*Morty pulls out a chair and sits down*

- I think I've been hurt from that punch.
- We should get you a doctor.
- No
- But, this could be serious.
- No...I just need to sleep.
- If it's a concussion you shouldn't sleep
- It will be okay, I need to lie down and rest a little

Morty wakes up and notices that two men are in the room, both wearing clean, crisp black suits.

They are standing next to the open window, with their backs on him, smoking and laughing at something they are reading in the magazine .
An easy and infectious laugh.

He recognizes Toaly and Firenza. 

- To what do I have this honor? Morty says as he gets up, walking towards them.
- We heard what happened and came over as soon as we could, you're looking much better than last night when Babak called us over.

*Morty grins*

- So, whatcha doin' these days? Toaly asked

- Well, not much, just doin' some stuff, helping Babak.
- Making ends meet, huh.
- You could say that, I had too much spare time and Babak managed to tempt me.
- Speaking of Babak, he is waiting for us at the back.

Minutes later the four of them are in the backyard, with Babak standing next to a tied man, bruised and in agony.
When they get closer, Babak in one swift move pulls out a gun and fires a hole through the man's temple - blowing hiss brains out across the wall.
Babak wipes the gun clean with a handkerchief and places the cleaned gun in the dead man's right hand.
He then places the right indexfinger gently onto the trigger.

As he puts the finger on the trigger he presses a little too hard and the gun goes off.
The bullet shoots out and hits the windows in the second floor.

Babak hears a muffled female scream from the second floor.

- Hm...

Babak sighed upon hearing the scream.
With a sense of "one more body to bury" he slowly and begrudgingly went inside the house again,  to find the source of that scream.
When he opens up the bathroom door on the second floor he finds a sobbing woman.
When she sees him she starts to scream.

He sighs and walks over to her and puts his hand tightly around her mouth to squelch her screaming. She tries to fight him off as he
begins dragging her out of bathroom.
As her screams increase in volume Babak punches her in across the face, instantly knocking her out.
While dragging her body out to his car, he notices a man on the other side of the street.
He stops and calls to the man.

- Hey man. She's hurt really bad. Can you get in here and use the phone? Help me out. You gotta call the hospital.
The man hesitates...not sure what to do.
- I mean it! Get over here quick! She's hurt and I can't do everything myself.

He lift and puts the woman inside the trunk while throwing a glance back at on the street, seeing that the man is a few step from him.
He fakes a smile and points towards the door;

- In the kitchen, the phone is there, hurry up and call the hospital

As soon as the stranger enters the house he pulls out his gun and and quickly fires two silenced shots into the back of the woman's head. He then rushes back inside and as he goes inside, the stranger notices the gun in his hand.
Just then Babak fires two shots into the man's chest.

Babak rushes to the stranger before the man falls and hit the ground.

He pulls him into the house, and to the backyard as the man is moaning and clutching his chest, starting to collapse.
Babak releases him and the man goes down in front of Toaly, Firenza and Morty.

- What the hell... what happened? Who is this? *Toaly asks*
- Well if you really want to know... SHIT happened and this unlucky fuck happened to walk right into it. I had to compromise. 

- Discretion Babak, let's try it next time.
Babak nodded.
- He isn't gonna like it, said Firenza
- Of course he will. Toaly replied
- Who're we talkin' about here?
Toaly puts his right hand on Babak's shoulder...

- You see Babak... there are some constructive feedbacks regarding how you solve problems which are to be brought forward ... and I kNOW you said you would entertain those feedbacks and that's all anybody here is asking you to do.
- What're you talking about? Babak asked Toaly with a grin
- An open mind my friends... You're in the process of inheriting your father's legacy and I'm... [looks at Morty and Firenza]... We're asking you to really think about the meaning of discretion.... Now let's wrap this shit up and get out of here.

Babak cleans the pistol once again and places it back in man's hand.

He then picks up the black suitcase and the four of them leave the house.