Donnie put the cement shoes on the man and then dumped him in the Delaware river.

"Jesus Christ what an idiot."

48 Hours Earlier.

Jim Norris worked with Norris Sanitation he had a nice car, lived in a nice house, and was married to a lady with a nice pair. He also owed money to a lot of people the kind of people you don't want to be in debt with. Norris Sanitation had the best garbage contract in the greater Philadelphia area. In order to get that contract though some strings had to be pulled and now Norris Sanitation had to pay $100,000 every month or else.

Donnie watched from his car Jim as he left his office. Jim would go to lunch to some deli everyday with his secretary something about their relationship made it seem like it was more than just two co-workers out for lunch together. Donnie starts up the car and follows them closely trying not to get spotted.

It worked for a couple of seconds until Jim turned around and saw Donnie. Jim dropped his coffee and ran with Donnie chasing after him in his car smiling.

"Help! Somebody Help me!"

Jim shouted as he ran no one came to his rescue people just stared at them and got out of the way a man running for his life with a car right behind him.

After having his fun Donnie speeds up and hits Jim who falls down on the cement in pain. Donnie gets out of the car and Jim just looks up at him in horror.

"You alright?" Donnie asked him

"My leg is broken it hurts it hurt-" Before Jim could continue Donnie hits him in the injured leg

"Where's my fucking money you fuckin deadbeat?" he shouted at him.

"I'll get your money gimme one more chance." Jim said coughing up blood

"You've had your chances two days. TWO DAYS!" Donnie got into his car and left. Hopefully Jim would understand and pay up the money. If he didn't Donnie would pay him another visit.

The next stop was Phil the barber he ran a barber shop not too far from the old neighborhood where Donnie grew up. At the age of 50 He's been in business for over 20 years now. Donnie enters the barber shop it's pretty empty aside from two barbers and Phil was busy sweeping hair from the floor.

"Hey Donnie why you look like you could use a cut." Phil said looking up "It looks like a jungle up there."

Donnie laughed as he rolled his fingers through his hair

"No thanks I'm fine Phil. After the last time you touched my hair I couldn't get laid in weeks. You know why I'm here."

Phil went to his office and gave Donnie an envelope. Donnie opened it up and counted the money it was a little light.

"What the fuck Phil?"

Phil gave Donnie a nervous look

"Well it's umm half."

"Three weeks in a row now."

"Business is slow man."

Furious Donnie grabbed Phil and threw him across the shop smashing a barber's station and breaking a mirror. He grabbed him by the chest

"Bullshit me and you both know kids are lining up to get their hair cut. This is the only barbers in this neighborhood business is good right now. You got money to bet on the horses but not for us you fucking gambling degenerate."

"Ok fine take whatever is in the register just please don't hurt me."

Donnie went over to the register and took the rest of the money that Phil owed him and left.

Mike Clanderson was in his apartment smoking a cigarette and listening to the game on the radio It was the New York Giants against the Boston Braves. It was the top of the 7th inning and the braves were winning 5 to 2. He had put 5 grand on the Giants winning this game Mike had a gambling problem and was already in a lot of debt and another loss would be very very bad for him.

He heard a knock at the door.

"Hey Mikey boy open up. It's me."

Shit it's Donnie and Mike didn't have his money even worse Donnie gave Mike an extension and he still didn't have his money he ended up owing him more money. Mike has seen what Donnie did to people who didn't pay him. He put on his shoes as fast as he could and then jumped out the window.

"Mike? Mike you there?"

Donnie breaks open the door and sees Mike jumping out the window.

"Oh Mikey. You fuckin idiot."

Donnie follows right behind Mike and jumps out of the window into the alley behind the building. He lands safely and then sees Mike running down the alley.

"Mike where's my money?"

Donnie takes out his Colt 1911 and fires at Mike he misses. "Where's my money Mikey?" Donnie continues chasing after him and they make it to the front of the building where Mike gets into a Red Model T and speeds off.

"Motherfucker."

Donnie gets into his car a 1929 Lincoln model L and chased after Mike.  Donnie is driving into oncoming traffic dodging cars and doing his best not to crash. Meanwhile other drivers are honking and cursing at him

"What the fuck are you doing?" a driver shouted at him giving him the finger.

Donnie finally catches up to Mike and speeds up he gets right next to Mike's car and shouts at him

"Where you gonna go huh? Where you gonna go? You can't escape Philly you motherfucker."

Donnie then sees two men carrying some glass across the street it's too late and he crashes into the glass. Mike manages to get away and speeds off.

"Shit."

Donnie stops his car and goes to argue with the two men.

"What the fuck were you guys doing?"

"It's our fault you were not watching the road dumbass."

Mike may have gotten away this time but he couldn't have gotten far. There weren't many places in Philly where Mike could hide he'd find him soon enough.