Retts stumbles down the street muttering to himself angrily, constantly taking large pulls from the bottle that never leaves his hand.  His clothing is wrinkled and unwashed, his face unshaven.  His bloodshot eyes gaze down the sidewalk, trying to focus. Occasionally he raises his voice, yelling out his frustruations.

"The bastard killed him!  Cousin Retsy harmed no one, and they shot him down like a dog for the money in his pockets!  So what if he hadn't asked a family for acceptance?  I always told him he should, but he was a loner like that!  How does that hurt anybody?"

He takes another swig from the bottle, sways a bit and he starts retching a little, and continues,

"Someone tell me who did it!  There must have been witnesses!  Someone give me justice!  Better yet, come out and admit your crime, murderer!  Show yourself, or are you gonna keep hiding in your hole like a coward?  Sure, you'll creep up and shoot him in the, hiccup, in the back, but do you have the guts to admit it, hell no!"

He continues ranting in his pathetic state until he notices a police officer down the block making the rounds.  He marches toward the cop, finishing off the bottle as he goes.

"Hey!  Hey you!  Why not take a break from your evening stroll and do your damn job!  Find out who killed my cousin!  What? Well it's what you're paid for, isn't it?"

They argue a few moments longer until Retts angrily chucks his bottle at the officer and is promptly arrested.

Lana was waiting for Retts as he walked out of the police station. Finishing wiping down her gun before she half turned to reholster, she walked up to Retts and stood inches from his face.

Listen here, if your cousin wasn't bothered to ask a family to take him in, it means that he wasn't really interrested. Finding a family is the first thing you do around here. There are alot of useless people roaming the streets, and it seems to me that your cousin was one of them. I'm not saying that I did it, I took an oath and so have all of my collegues. If I was you, I'd stop yelling and sober up. You never know who surrounds you and this is a friendly warning. If you want to stay alive, shake yourself off and start acting like a true mafiaso and keep your mouth shut. Now, go home and get yourself cleaned up.

Calibre raises his hand

I might know who did it, whats in it for me?

Good Evening Retts, ah but you even look like your cousin a bit. He was a funny lad, strange that i found him digging through a rubbish bin in a Los Angeles alley. I recall a friend of mine telling me there was an unsponsored gangster flying around. Naturally i went looking for him, and when i go looking i always find ya. Seeing Retsy eating some scraps from a bin like the bum he was i slowly walked up behind him and whispered into his ear "I found you." Before he could turn around i fired 3 bullets into his back, as he slumped down i fired another one at the back of his head. I must say i really enjoyed it, it put a little grin on my face thats for sure.

So now you know who killed your cousin. I aint hiding in a hole like a coward. Though i am a murderer, killing does give a certain joy to me unlike anything else.

Hades pulls out his gun and look at Retts

So Mr Retts here i am, the killer of your cousin, the murderer, the bastard, now tell me what are you going to do about it......well?

lets out a loud sigh

Well there goes my chance of getting some money

Thinking of another way to get some money Calibre walks around trying to sell popcorn to the assembled masses.

Popcorn! get your popcorn! $10 a carton, thats right $10 a carton! Get 'em while there hot!!

BigMike buys some popcorn from Calibre. He leans against a wall eating his popcorn, waiting to see what Rhetts is gonna do.

Very interesting turn of events I might say. I certainly was wishing for the murderer to come forward but just to see how Retts will probably crap in his pants for getting himself way in over his head.

Hey, Calibre! How about an extra large carton? No extra large? OK, gimme two.

Well well Mr. Hades... i am quite surprises by this honest and generous gesture. I though you and Calibre would have more fun with this and let the money turn up hehe... I must say, this could of turned out being a cleaver idea of making more cash. Humm... i think i am going to get another glass of Martini and start doing some serious thinking hehe... i tell yah... a guy can sure learn a lot in these streets.

The sneak walks away with his daily newspaper...

Strolls up to Calibre.

Do you have any kettle corn? I'll take two if you do.

Stands watching Retts and awaiting some sort of entertainment.

Retts stutters a bit, obviously unprepared for a face-to-face encounter with Hades.  He fidgets, trying his best to find his courage and failing - just a little - to refrain from wetting himself.

"You! You - liar!  Retsy wouldn't dig in the trash like a rat!  ... There - he must have found a bag of money in there, yeah, or a hidden stash!  That's what really happened!"

He goes silent and fumbles over his words, realizing how unconvincing he sounds.

"You watch your back!  Someday... Just wait, someday...  You aren't giving me the same treatment!  I'd rather do it myself than give you the satisfaction!  Watch your back!"

He looks around at the crowd, suddenly aware of exactly how un-intimidating his words are, and runs clumsily off, noisely stumbling into trash cans as he attempts to make it out of sight.

Calibre takes his gun out of its holster and starts to stalk Retts. Before vanishing he turns to Hades and says

"This ones mine..."

Esham watches the spectacle and laughs.

God I love good entertainment.

Sava walks n holding sam close to her chest worn out from the long flight looking around for Esham

'ESHAM '

Esham waves at Savvy and looks to check if there's anything else going on.

laugh my fuckin ass off!!!!!

No more popcorns?

Savvy wanders through the crowd of people towards him, her head low from sight till she reached his table

Retts... a little advice... if you want to live in this world of ours. You dont want to be on Don Hades bad side, his father trained hard and was a good friend of my great grandfather. I am sure he learned a lot from his father, and frankly... i would forget all about it and stay as far away possible from him. But it would be more fun if you would'nt hehe... sorry, i could'nt keep that one in. This is quite interesting i might add. Hehe...

-Sneak!