Lucky and Claire stood back in the middle of the yard, looking with wonder and fear at their new split-level home. It took almost a month to close on the house but the previous owner was in a hurry to get out from under the loan, and that ended up working in their favor. They had just come from the realtor's office to receive the keys. "This is a lot of house," Claire whispered. "Are we sure we're doing the right thing?" "Well, it's too late now," Lucky replied, "because it's all ours, lock, stock and mortgage. It's a beautiful home, though, and I know it's a bit larger than we originally talked about, but when I saw this yard, I knew we had to have it. The boys are going to be very happy here. Plenty of room for them to run and play. And I liked the fifth room option that could either be a bedroom or an office. Don't you think you'll like being able to work from home sometimes?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong—I love this house! I love everything about it, except maybe the mortgage. And I know that we all will be very happy here. I especially like the room we chose for the nursery. But wow, Lucky! The mortgage!"
"I don't want you to worry about that. Between the two of us, we can swing it on our salaries. The market is perfect right now, because there's no way we would have been able to afford so much 'house' otherwise." They took in the manicured lawn, the exterior beauty of the white home with the red brick trim. "Are you ready to go in?"
"Yeah, let's go." Arm in arm, they walked into their new home, and into another part of their future.
"Claire? Sweetie, what are you doing? What's taking so long?" Lucky yelled up the stairs to her. He had just finished placing the breakfast he cooked for them on the dining table. When he didn't get a reply, he went to investigate, finding her looking frustratedly into a full-length mirror. "What are you doing? What's wrong?" "I can't get these pants to fasten, that's what's wrong," she replied in a disgusted voice. Lucky smiled as he approached her, coming up behind her and putting his arms around her, hugging her closely. His hands cupped her belly as he tucked his chin into the bend of her neck. They stared at the picture they made in the mirror. "Sweetie, you know I love you, right?" he inquired. "Yes," she replied, a question in her voice. "So you know that I say this with all the love I have for you… You're fat." "Lucky! You're not supposed to say that to me," she exclaimed, laughing. "What if you hurt my feelings or something?"
"What I mean is, when are you going to break down and admit that you need maternity clothes? Your old clothes no longer fit, and I don't want you 'smushing' my kid to prove a point."
She moved from his arms to sit on the bed, sighing. "I know you're right. Of course you're right. But I'm afraid I'm going to end up looking like a frump! Have you seen some of the clothes they have for pregnant women? I'm a professional woman! I can't look like a frump!"
"Seriously? That's your dilemma?" He reached into his pocket for his cell phone and called his sister. "LuLu? Hey, it's Lucky. No, everything's fine here—how are you? Good, good. Listen. How would you feel about going on a mission of mercy for me; it would really help me out. I need you to take Claire shopping for maternity clothes. I figure with your fashion sense, she couldn't go wrong, and she's afraid she's gonna end up looking like a frump-" Claire grabbed the phone out of Lucky's hand, giving him an annoyed scowl. "Look, LuLu, your brother is just kidding… You wouldn't mind? Well, I wouldn't mind having a second opinion, and it's not that I'm fashion-challenged… This afternoon? That would be wonderful. I look forward to it. Thank you." Claire hung up the phone, shaking her head as she took in his pleased expression. "I can't believe you did that," she moaned, falling back onto the bed and covering her face with a pillow. "She's going to think that I'm an utter doof who can't pick out her own clothes!"
"Look, she's in the fashion world, and she has a good eye, so she's the logical person to ask. You had a problem; I had a solution. It'll be fun. Now can we eat our breakfast?" She finally looked at him, her eyebrow raised. "I hate shopping."
When LuLu arrived at the house to pick Claire up for their outing, she wasn't alone. Maxie and Maya emerged from the car as well, giving admiring and appreciative glances to their surroundings. Lucky and Claire walked out onto the front porch to greet them, and Claire quickly realized that her shopping trip was turning into a "girls day out." She clutched Lucky's arm in mock terror. "Don't abandon me! I'm not good at 'girly'! This is going to be a disaster." Lucky pushed her forward toward the waiting women pitilessly. "You'll be fine—it'll be fun," he repeated, whispering. Aloud, he said, "Good afternoon, ladies." Maxie said, "Hey, Lucky. I figured that LuLu could use some help; even she doesn't always make the right fashion choices." Maya added, "I'm just here for moral support for Claire, to balance out these two. I love the new house—it's beautiful!" "Thank you," he replied. "Are you both coming back for the housewarming party tonight?" "Wouldn't miss it," Maxie grinned. "Any excuse to party… And you did say it was ok for me to bring Matt Hunter?"
"Sure. The more, the merrier. Thanks again for doing this, you guys. Just do me a favor? Don't let her end up looking like a frump!" They all laughed, and LuLu walked up the steps, intertwining her arm with Claire's. "Come on, Claire. It'll be painless, I promise." They were moving down the steps when Claire tossed over her shoulder, "You're going to pay for this! I'm going to smother you in your sleep!" "I'm not worried," Lucky returned, chuckling, "because you'd miss me too much."
The sun was just setting when Claire and the 'girls' arrived home, several shopping bags in tow. The house was ablaze in light, and the housewarming party was in full swing. Quite a few of the residents of Port Charles turned out to help celebrate Claire and Lucky's good fortune in finding the perfect home, and they were wandering all over the house and spilling out onto the lawn. Lucky followed Claire up the stairs as she rushed to change her clothes into something more suitable for a party. "Show me whatcha got," he demanded. "I don't have time," she hissed as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I didn't realize that we were running so late! How long has everyone been here?"
"Not long, almost an hour. Don't worry about it—it's not a formal occasion. Everybody's just here to have a good time." He watched as she settled on a simple black sheath that fell slightly below her knees before sliding her feet into a pair of black and silver pumps. "What do you think?" she asked him, shaking and tossing her hair back into place. He approached her slowly, twirling his finger. She turned around for him, finally striking a model's pose. "If we were alone, I'd show you what I really think, but for now, I'll say you look stunning. Edible. Are you ready to greet your guests?" "As ready as I'll ever be," she said. Arm in arm, they descended the staircase.
While the men gathered on the back deck, some swilling brandy and scotch and puffing on the Cuban cigars that Luke generously proffered for the occasion, the women were admiring the furnishings in the kitchen, the master bedroom, and especially the nursery. Elizabeth had been surprised when she received an invitation from Lucky to attend the party. Surprised and suspicious. "Are you trying to rub my nose in your 'happily ever after' with Claire?" she inquired sarcastically. "Because I got the message, Lucky, loud and clear, ok?" "No, of course not, Elizabeth," he had replied. "I just wanted you to see where the boys will be staying when they're with us. I wanted you to have an idea of their surroundings when they're here so that you can be comfortable and confident that they're safe when we have them. I know we moved farther out of town than we'd originally intended, and I was hoping to put your mind at ease—that's all." She replayed the conversation in her head as she excused herself from the other women, going out onto the front porch to sit on the swinging bench anchored there. Momentarily, Claire followed her out. "Elizabeth, could we talk?" She shook her head as she returned Claire's stare. "I'm really not up for one of our sniping sessions-" she began to say, when Claire interrupted. "Exactly. Neither am I. Look," she added as she joined Elizabeth on the bench. "Somehow, we have to come to a meeting of the minds. Contrary to what you might think, I'm really not enjoying this animosity between us. You're a mother, and I'm going to be one soon. Our children are going to be siblings. I know that you resent the fact that Lucky and I are together, but that isn't going to change. I was hoping that for his sake, for our children's sakes, for our sakes, we could end the hostilities and try to get along. I'm not expecting us to become best friends, but I was hoping that we could at least peacefully coexist."
Elizabeth looked off into the distance, nodding her head slowly in agreement. "I think that's a good idea, Claire. I'm willing to try if you are," she added, sighing a little.
"I'm glad," Claire said. "Thank you."
Lucky opened the front door, coming out onto the porch, looking enquiringly at them. "Everything ok out here?"
"Yes," Claire answered, rising to her feet. "Everything is fine. Elizabeth and I have just brokered a truce."
Lucky's eyes glanced first to Claire, then to Elizabeth before he said, "Good. That's good. That's great news." Some of the partygoers began preparing to go home, so Claire walked back into the house to thank them for coming and to say goodnight, leaving Lucky and Elizabeth alone on the porch swing. They sat in silence for a while, gently swaying back and forth on the swing. Finally, Elizabeth spoke. "It's a beautiful house, Lucky. A beautiful home. I think the boys are going to be very happy whenever they're here. You've really done well for yourself."
Lucky smiled in her direction. "Thanks. When I first saw it, I knew it was special, but it was the yard that sold me. We're still debating whether or not to fence off the property, but there's so much room for the boys to dream and play. They're already in love with the spaciousness of it."
"Speaking of dreams… This was supposed to be our dream house. A home in the country, away from the noise and bustle of the city. Someplace where we could raise our boys. And you were able to make the dream happen, just not with me. I was angry with you for being with Claire and because you stayed with her after we found out about Aiden, but the truth is, I'm to blame for all of this. I ruined everything. I have so many regrets, Lucky. I'm sorry that I detonated our lives the way I did."
"We both made mistakes, Elizabeth, you know? I know I hurt you, too. From the moment I found you all those years ago in the snow, I thought it would be my mission in life to make sure nothing ever hurt you again, and then I ended up hurting you the most of all. I'm sorry about that. We made promises to each other when we were teenagers, promises it turns out that we couldn't keep. I'll always regret that. I'll always regret aspects of our past, but I'll never regret us. For a while, we were great together, and we had something wonderful. We got three amazing boys out of the deal. I'd like to think we could still be friends, and co-parent our boys with respect for one another. At this point, that's probably the greatest gift we could give to them, and to each other." They looked at each other with a new understanding, and the knots of anger and resentment began loosening around both of their hearts.
"I guess I'm one of the last guests to leave," she noticed suddenly. "I should get back home to the boys."
He walked her to her car. "So I'll come by this weekend and pick them up, ok?"
"Yes, that'll be fine. I'll have them ready. Thanks again for inviting me. I'm glad we got a chance to talk."
"Thank you for coming. I think it's good that we talked, too. Safe drive home, now." Claire made her way across the lawn as he watched Elizabeth pull out of the driveway. She slid her arms around his waist, hugging him gently. "Everything ok with you two?" she asked him. "Everything's great," he replied, returning her hug. "Better than it's been in a long time."
Lucky leaned in the doorframe of Claire's home office, gazing at her in contemplation. "Are you working from home today?" he asked. "Yeah. I thought I would try it out," she replied, looking up from her laptop to catch his eye.
"What do you think of the office?"
"I'm enjoying the convenience of it, and you can't beat the fact that we can easily get to the nursery from here." They smiled at each other almost guiltily, unbearably pleased with themselves. He entered the room and sat down in the chair across from her desk. "What are you working on now?" he wondered.
"I got a call from a friend of mine in the Buffalo branch of the FBI—Geoff Jorgensen. Guess who has been seen for the last five weekends at the Soho Grand Hotel? None other than Pilar Ordoñez and John Zacchara. Now I don't know if they were there to talk business or to get busy, but I suppose they thought that if they went far enough away from Port Charles, no one would be monitoring their movements. I knew they were connected somehow." Claire could see Lucky tensing up and trying not to be obvious about it as she spoke about this new development in the case. "Ok, Lucky, don't start. We said we would work together to bring these people to justice, remember?"
"I remember you saying that. I was never fully on board with that. I think now that the Feds are more involved, we should just let them handle everything."
She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head. "You are such a liar!"
"What?" he demanded, laughing.
"I know for a fact that your investigation into the Colombian cartel is ongoing, and you haven't given up on tying them to the firebombing of Sonny Corinthos' warehouse, have you? But you still think the Feds should 'handle' everything, huh?"
"Well, the case has to remain open because we haven't solved it yet, and it's my case—well, Dante's and my case—so naturally, we're still exploring all the angles. That's the only reason I've remained involved."
"Uh huh," she replied, one eyebrow raised in skepticism. Lucky was still laughing when he rose from the chair and started walking out of her office. "This might be my last case with the Special Prosecutors' office in Washington, so I want to make it a solid one." He froze in the doorway when he realized what she had said, turning back to face her.
"What do you mean, your last case? Where is this coming from? Have you finally had that conversation with your bosses?"
"Not yet, but this is what I'm thinking. We're having a child together. Our child will most likely be born and raised right here in Port Charles. I'm not going to be able to commute back and forth between here and our offices in Washington DC, and I don't think you're going to be ok with Spencer Jr. and me living down there, and coming up here on the weekends, are you?"
"No, you got that right," he responded.
"So this is my solution, or at least one solution. What would you think if I got a job with the District Attorney's office here in Port Charles?"
He regarded her, a frown on his face. "I'd think that you would be taking a step backwards, career-wise." He sighed aloud as he thought of what she would be giving up. "I knew that this was going to impact your career, but I guess I just pushed to the back of my mind how badly. I don't know, Claire. You worked awfully hard to get to where you are. Have you really thought this through?"
"I have," she said thoughtfully. "And it will be a huge change, but a very wise man once told me that when we're older, we would look back and our professional accomplishments wouldn't matter nearly as much to us as how much we loved our children, and how much we invested in their lives. The relationships we had with the people we loved. I'm taking all that to heart." He walked back to her, enfolding her in his arms. "A very wise man, huh? Does this wise man have a name?"
She brushed a soft kiss on his lips. "Well, sometimes I call him 'baby,' or 'my love,' and secretly when he can't hear, sometimes I call him 'Snookie.'" She chortled aloud at the incredulous look he gave her.
"Snookie? Snookie? I don't think I'm gonna go for you calling me 'Snookie'!"
"You don't want me to call you 'Snookie'?" she asked, pretending to pout.
"I'm just teasing you. As long as I know you love me, you can call me anything you want," he joked before deepening the embrace, and kissing her soundly.
While Claire and Lucky were temporarily wrapped in each other's arms, John Zacchara and Ethan Lovett were on the other side of town, taking a meeting with Sebastian Ordoñez. Now that he was openly seeing Pilar, Johnny felt emboldened to make his connection to the Ordoñez Family more apparent. Ethan and Antonio, Sebastian's main bodyguard, were reclining on lounge chairs while Esteban, Sebastian's enforcer stood on guard nearby watching the two men as they spoke. Johnny and Sebastian were sitting on the patio terrace of Sebastian's palatial home, enjoying the morning sun when Sebastian turned his golden-brown gaze to his. "So," he stated, "you have been spending a great deal of time with my sister. To what end? Is this to become a more permanent arrangement?"
"Are you askin' me what my intentions are toward your sister?" he queried. "'Cause as far as I know, we're just keepin' things casual, havin' a good time."
"My sister is not a 'good time girl,' Señor Zacchara," Sebastian retorted arrogantly.
"Please, call me Johnny," he requested.
"I think not," he was told. "If your intentions toward her are less than honorable, might I suggest strongly that you end your current association?"
"I think that's up to me and Pilar, you know?"
"Is that your polite way of admonishing me to mind my own affairs? Because you should be aware that Pilar's happiness is of great concern to me. I will not see her harmed in any way by your perfidy."
"Look, when we became business partners, I expected a bit more leeway, but you're still treatin' me like a servant or somethin'."
"Partners? You misunderstand our relationship, Señor Zacchara. I have no partner other than my sister. You are now at my side strictly as a concession to her."
"I thought our partnership began when you torched Sonny Corinthos's warehouse for me."
"The firebombing of the Corinthos warehouse was not accomplished as a gesture toward you—the fact that you were gratified by the occurrence is incidental. It was done to deliver a message to the Corinthos organization, and to discover how easily we can function in this city without reprisals. Despite the dismantling of your father's empire, you had contacts in New York and along the eastern seaboard that I wished to appropriate. I have done so. Your usefulness to me, therefore, is at an end. My sister, however, has developed a deep fondness for you—it is the depth of your devotion to her that is in question."
"Whatever relationship we have is our business, and none of yours," Johnny replied heatedly. "I'm not gonna be bullied into doin' anything I don't wanna do. I saw my sister in a business marriage, a marriage that was more contract than anything else. There certainly wasn't any love involved. Ended up costin' her her life. I ain't goin' out like that, not even for Pilar."
"Which is why I reiterate: end your association with my sister before it progresses any further."
Johnny jumped suddenly to his feet, causing both Ethan and Antonio to rise quickly to their feet as well. "Look here, you bastard! You might be a big noise down in Colombia, but you're in New York now! I gave you access to my shippin' lanes, my contacts in Customs and up and down the coast. What do I get in return? Attitude and demands, that's what!"
"You are becoming tedious, Señor Zacchara, and borderline obnoxious. Please retake your seat."
"I don't think so! I invited you and your organization to Port Charles as a courtesy, and you need to show me some respect! I thought we could do some business together and you could get rid of Sonny Corinthos for me in exchange for what I brought to the table! You haven't even managed to do that much! So far, I'm doin' all the givin' and you're doin' all the takin'! If we ain't partners, then I don't need to be here puttin' up with this crap! This is ridiculous!" He angrily began striding away from the patio toward the main house.
"Señor Zacchara, what about my sister?"
Johnny whirled around to face Sebastian, his fury out of control. "Screw your sister! I told you, we were only havin' a good time anyway!" As he turned again to leave, he suddenly felt two sharp pains in his back and right side, and then he felt nothing more.
Sebastian shook his head in disgust at the two bloodied bodies at his feet before raising his eyes to Esteban and Antonio. "How regrettable. Remove their identifications. There is an old abandoned paper mill by the wharf on the outskirts of the city. Take them there. Dispose of them."
Antonio and Esteban unceremoniously dumped Johnny and Ethan's seemingly lifeless bodies into the back of a black Cadillac Escalade and drove off to the paper mill to obey Sebastian's bidding. When they arrived at the mill, they looked around furtively before dragging Johnny and Ethan over to the water's edge and throwing them off of the wharf. Again briefly checking their surroundings, they were satisfied that they had not been seen, and they drove away. If it weren't for the terrified teenaged couple hidden around the corner of the millhouse whose make-out session had been interrupted by the bodies hitting the water, those might very well have been Johnny's and Ethan's last moments on Earth.
Lucky and Dante were returning to the PCPD after taking statements from a couple involved in a violent domestic dispute when Mac met them in the station lobby. "Don't settle in, you two. We got a report of two bodies being dumped down by the old abandoned mill on Perry Street. A couple of kids called it in, so I don't know if it's a hoax or not, but they sounded pretty shaken up about it. We got a couple of ambulances in route just in case, but it doesn't sound good for whoever they are, or were." They walked back to the parking lot, and got into Dante's car. "What is it, man?" asked Lucky, looking around. "Is it a full moon tonight, or something?"
"Something like that. You think this is another domestic gone wrong, or is it Mob-related? Wanna make it interesting?"
"Nah, too easy. Two dumped bodies? Gotta be Mob-related. But fifty bucks says that they end up being two of the missing guards from Sonny's torched warehouse."
"You're on."
They arrived on the scene just as the EMTs were loading the bodies on gurneys. Lucky jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop. "Hey! What are you guys doing? You're disturbing the bodies before we've had a chance to investigate! Don't you know better than that?"
"They're not dead yet, Detective Spencer, but they will be if we don't move fast," he was told.
"Oh, ok. Sorry. You got any I.D.s for these guys? Are they conscious? Did they say anything?"
"No, but one of them kind of looks like Johnny Zacchara. Whoever he is, he's in critical condition." Lucky's entire body went cold. Two bodies. Dumped. One looking like John Zacchara.
"Wait, guys! Let me see the other guy! Hang on."
Dante grabbed his arm before he could approach the other gurney. "Wait, Lucky. If it is Ethan…"
"I owe this to my brother and to my father," he told Dante in a slight daze. "I need to be sure."
"We really need to get going, Detective," the EMTs reminded him.
"One second," he responded. He walked up to the gurney and looked down into the face of his younger brother. "Ethan," he whispered to the unconscious Ethan, tears forming in his eyes. "What the hell did you get yourself into? I'm riding with him to the hospital."
"Not a problem, but we need to go now."
Dante stayed on site to work the scene while both ambulances were loaded with the dying men, and then sirens screaming, they sped toward General Hospital.
Pilar became hysterical when Sebastian informed her of what had transpired between himself and John Zacchara that afternoon. "Bas! How could you do such a thing? Where is he? I want to see him! I was falling in love with him! You did not have to end his life! How could you do this to me?"
"An infatuation only, sister. Calm yourself. Now. This man was a means to an end, and he served his purpose. He disrespected you, which disrespects me. I do not tolerate insolence from anyone—you are aware of that. Now, we have much to do, and there is no time like the present to put our plans into motion. I am going to deal with Michael Corinthos, Jr. Do you accompany me, or do you remain behind and mourn that pointless dog?"
"I am with you, Bas. Always." He reached for her hand, and she clutched his back, smiling at him faintly through her drying tears.
Sonny was sitting at his desk in his study, pouring over manifests of incoming shipments, sipping brandy. He heard a commotion outside his study door, and he rose to his feet, reaching for the gun that he kept in a nearby drawer. "Please, Señor Corinthos," he was told, "do not trouble yourself. It is much too late for such defense. Do reseat yourself. I am Joaquin Sebastian Ordoñez. This is my sister, Pilar. We are pleased to make your acquaintance at long last."
"I know who you are. You're the freaks who torched my warehouse. What do you want? How the hell did you get onto my property? What did you do with my men?"
"There is no need for this rudeness, Señor Corinthos. The Giambetti brothers are being temporarily detained, and are unharmed. Whether or not they remain in this condition depends largely upon you. We have a business proposition to put before you. You may have heard that we have appropriated all the Zacchara shipping lanes in order to move our product safely up and down the coast. In order to do business effectively, however, we need access to all the shipping lanes and Customs officials that you currently hold, as well." Sebastian gestured toward the paperwork Sonny had been perusing. "You need not trouble yourself any longer with such things. I am here to relieve you of this onerous burden."
Sonny laughed derisively at Sebastian and Pilar. "You've gotta be freakin' kiddin' me. Do you really know who I am? 'Cause if you do, then you know that I don't give up what's mine. And I end anyone who tries to take it."
Sebastian regarded Sonny with a faint smile on his face before stating, "Señor Corinthos. Look around you. You are here. We are here. You have no protection. From the instant we entered your property, your continued existence depended upon our good will. Now we come in good faith, to make a proper exchange. We will appropriate your shipping lanes, your contacts in Customs, and your import/export houses."
"Let's just say that, hypothetically, I gave you these things. How much are they worth to you?"
"How much is your life worth to you? Please understand. We have a certain amount of respect for your business acumen, for your longevity. We are offering you an opportunity to continue living in exchange for your shipping lanes, etc. You wondered if we were aware of who you are. You should be aware of who we are. We are not wanton killers; we are businessmen and women. We dispatch only when we deem necessary—to instill discipline or to remove obstacles. We truly do not wish to end your existence, but we will acquire what we arrived in Port Charles to acquire."
"Which is what?"
"A wider network. A broader base of operations. Eventual expansion into Canada, and other parts of the United States."
"And with me gone, how do you think you're gonna have that? As soon as I'm gone, someone from one of the Five Families will rise up to take my place. Hell, even Johnny Zacchara will be gunnin' for his cut! You don't know how this town works. You don't even have a clue."
"I'm afraid, Señor Corinthos, that it is you who do not 'have a clue.'" Sebastian consulted his watch. "Our presence in this city is greater than you might think. Some might even call it 'insidious.' We are everywhere. In approximately one hour, the acting heads of the 'Five Families' as you term them, will be no more, much like Señor Zacchara. Ah," he remarked at the look of shock on Sonny's face, "I did not realize you were unaware of Señor Zacchara's untimely end."
"I thought Johnny was a business associate of yours. A partner."
"We have no partners save one another. He was necessary for a time, but he outlived his usefulness. Normally, the dispatching of the leaders of such powerful organizations could quite possibly create a vacuum of power, but the North Coast Cartel is a well functioning organization. Our people are already in place. We anticipate no difficulties concerning the shift in power. Now. Out of respect for the Corinthos name, and our admiration for the way you conducted your business affairs, we are offering you an opportunity to retire gracefully. Go to your island and live the rest of your days in comfort. Or to your holdings in Puerto Rico. Both locations are prime choices. Or meet the same fate as Señor Zacchara and the leaders of the 'Five Families.' These are the options available to you."
"You cut down one of your own because he outlived his usefulness? You have no honor. And when Jason Morgan gets out of prison? How long do you think you'll still be runnin' this town? You really think you're gonna get away with all this?"
"Whether or not we 'get away' with our plans is not your concern. How amusing that you should speak of honor or the lack thereof to us. Are you not the very man who shot his unarmed son in the name of betrayal? We give a great deal of honor to those we highly esteem. And is Jason Morgan mighty enough to engage the whole of the North Coast Cartel in warfare? I think not. As of now, he remains alive in Pentonville Prison at our discretion. We can strike at any time, from anywhere. Words of wisdom to consider, Señor Corinthos. The clock is ticking."
"How much time do I have?"
"To live, or to pack?"