That morning, one police officer is still questioning Emma about what happened at her house last night. Of course, the person being asked does not know more than the one asking. “I’ve told you. I even don’t know how I’m here. Yes this is my house. It was. It was my house, but not anymore,” says Emma. “How long have you been divorced with your husband?” asks the officer. “About two weeks. We had a talk about marital settlement yesterday. But I cancel everything, telling him I don’t want anything anymore,” Emma replies. “And then, your husband took you back here?” “I don’t know!” Emma denies as she's still holding her heavy head. “Just leave already. Pretend that nothing ever happened here. None of my stuff was stolen, and no one was hurt either. Can't you guys just close the case?” “They’ve destroyed your three CCTV cameras,” says the officer. “I don’t care. Even if they come back here again, I don’t care. I have nothing to fear, because I have nothing left to be stolen either. Y
Four of Albert's envoys are still looking for Victor, being confused about where he is at the moment. Meanwhile, Marco and Willie are busy learning about Victor's identity.At first, they wanted to leave Victor alone as long as he doesn't mess with them either. But now, Albert Wilson is already busy trying to kill him.Because of that, at least they wanted to immediately confirm Victor’s real identity. Because they aren't sure that Albert Wilson would hold back himself for long.“He only started coming here about two months ago. At first, he came just to have a look. Never long, because he is always busy delivering pizza orders,“ explains Johnson Bermer.“So you also know that he used to be a pizza delivery man?” asks Marco.“Of course. He has also delivered pizza here several times, taking orders from my employees.”“And you said that the ring that was put as the main event at our auction was his?” asks Willie.Johnson Bermer nods calmly.“And he bought it from you?” Willie continues
At least Victor is quite happy, Mr. Benigno apparently still willingly to talk to him after what had happened before between them.“Don't tell me you’ve spent all of your salary only to show off with that luxury car, to the point you don’t even have the money to buy decent clothes,” continues Mr. Benigno.“Ah?!” Victor pauses for a moment. “Well, that's how it is. Can’t help it.”“Are you here to order my Pasta Grassa again?”“No, I just want to order pizza. I want to visit a friend. Perhaps, I can introduce your pizza to him,” explains Victor.“Don't expect I'll give you a discount with that level of flattery,” replies Mr. Benigno.“Well, I can only try my best next time,” says Victor with a bit of laughter.Victor waits a moment for his pizza order to be provided. He came quite early, of course he knows it would be a little longer to wait since they are just preparing right now.Mr. Benigno comes over and takes a seat in front of him.“Did you help Judy to find a new job?” asks Mr.
Victor puts on his dumb and ignorant face to hear such a question from her. “The size? Did I mention the size? No!” Victor denies. “Eeeh, if you talk about what suits you according to your taste, then you can go around saying everything does not suit your taste. That’s not fair,” says the lady. It’s effective to invite chuckles from Victor. He shakes his head, tidying up all the clothes and puts them all back in the bag. “What do you mean not fair? I don't just carelessly make judgments here. I judge based on your own assessment standards. “My assessment standards?” mumbles the lady. “Previously, the first time I came here, you said that one of the clothes which cost over $1,000 suits someone like me. Isn’t that the standard you put for me? As someone who drives a Rolls-royce?” says Victor rhetorically. It shuts the lady silent. She begins to realize where Victor’s explanation would end. Meanwhile, Victor just keeps his nonchalant smile. “But today, none of the clothes you have
Emma abandons the suitcase and heads back into the room. She stops there by the door, observing the situation in the bedroom. It’s not clear if she really has a talent as a detective, or just a hunch as a woman. She realizes that it’s unlikely the ones who had entered the house were just thieves. One thing is certain, she is not their target. Because she herself was drunk all night and no one touched her. “It's obvious they're after Victor. But who? Why?” She finds it hard for someone as good and naive as Victor would have an enemy that would after his life. Until suddenly, she thinks about herself, and then Lucas. That’s the only thing that comes to her mind, for people that have enough motive to come after Victor’s life. She feels like she has created an enemy for someone good as naive as a kid like her ex-husband. She turns her head back toward the suitcase. She begins to doubt herself, whether she has the right to just leave after all the trouble she has created for him. “No
It invites Victor’s interest to hear Jimmy’s story. Somehow, he has a kind of unique interest with any story regarding mafia, or something that has a link to Italo-america people. It’s like some kind of a myth has just unfold. “About this La Marca. Who were they? Some kind of mafia?” asks Victor. “They were just some thugs who had big dreams. But they did want to be considered as an influence like The South Bend Mob or Labella Family.” And then, Jimmy is silent for a moment, as if he is thinking about something in the distant past. Not long, and he then shakes his attention back. “That’s it about the past. How about you? Don't tell me you came all the way here just for that cup of coffee.” “Indeed I came here for this cup of coffee,” Victor replies nonchalantly. “By the way, I did win the legal dispute with my ex-wife. Just like what you said. Right after the arbitrator read my documents, he didn’t give my ex-wife any penny,” says Victor. “Told you,” replies Jimmy. “Well, I felt
After leaving Jimmy, Gambino immediately calls his friend, Willie. Even though he didn't get much information from Jimmy, Gambino knows very well that Victor is not just nobody. “Make sure no one touches that man! No need to find out who he is anymore. Whatever it is, don't touch that man!” [What about Albert? I'm not sure if I can stop Albert if he intends to do something to him.] “I’ll tell this to the other three leaders. If necessary, I will tell this to Eusebio himself.” [Is it that serious?] “Yes! He is not someone we should meddle with.” Meanwhile, Victor is almost reaching his house in the Geist area. When entering the residence area, only then does Victor notice a Cadillac following him from behind. Even until Victor parks his car in front of the house, the Cadillac also par
Victor glances around, and finds the apartment room looks more like a secret service headquarters, with two monitors still busy monitoring whatever they are monitoring. Meanwhile, one blonde guy with a pigtail is busy playing a video game with his computer. “Judeo!” calls Mike. “Sorry, I’m busy raiding the boss’ dungeon here. Just serve yourself,” that man named Judeo replies. “Dude, we were under attack just now!” says Mike. “I know. And I'm also under attack at the moment,” replies Judeo, still busy with the online game on the computer. “See! Did you hear what he said?” “What? He is playing an online game,” replies Victor. “That’s it. We work for your dad, not for you. If you insist on living here, just make yourself comfortable. Don’t expect anyone to serve you here. And one thing else, you can’t just get in and out, like this is a playground. We have a protocol here, to make sure no one follow us to this place,” says Mike coldly. “Oh, okaay!” replies Victor with an awkward