The next day, CJ woke up in his hotel room and quickly got out of bed. He decided to see what Ken and the two British guys were up to. It's been about a week since he last talked to them. CJ looked at his clock. It was 8:45 AM. So he got dressed and exited the hotel room.
Outside, the sun was shining very bright today. The clouds were all receding behind the shining light above the city. Las Venturas was in a beautiful condition today, and the cars were moving at a steady pace.
CJ decided to just walk to Caligula's Casino to get more exercise. He felt pumped and athletic enough to move on foot. He felt the wind blowing smoothly through his face as he steadily jogged down the street.
He finally reached the casino and entered the inside. Through the noisy casino, he walked over to Ken's room to find the former lawyer sniffing coke. He rapidly jerked his head back in exuberance.
He then started laughing wholeheartedly "Baby, I'm back, I AM BACK!" he cheered "Let's get this show on the road!" He continued to snort more coke.
"The good Doctor has revived the patient!" Paul added. "Sweet as, my son, sweet as!"
"So everything's straight now?" CJ asked as he walked into the room and took a seat in another chair.
"No!" Ken shouted jerking his hands to the side. "Absolutely not! I'm still screwed!" He hopped out of his chair. "Absolutely screwed, but at least now I'm in the right frame of mind!" he continued as he began pacing nervously. "What the fuck are we going to do? Any minute now, some Mafia bullet is going to splatter my brains all over the wall! My wall, my beautiful wall..."
"Ooh, you missed a bit," Maccer replied randomly. "I'll have that."
"Forgeddaboudit," Tony squawked loudly.
"Oh, that's a great idea, Tony," Ken told his parrot. "But you know what? It ain't going to work, OK? Not this time..."
"Look, man, relax," CJ told Ken. "Get a grip..."
"Yeah, you're right," Ken agreed. "I need to get a grip!"
"Take control..." CJ urged.
"Yes, grab the bull by the horns!" Ken added.
"And show everybody who's boss..." CJ continued hopping out of his chair.
"I'm the boss!" Ken shouted confidently. "I-am-the-boss!"
"Alright then!" CJ said.
"All right!" Ken agreed. "Let's tear this town up!"
"That's what I'm sayin'!" CJ said as he watched Ken heading to the exit. "So, where we going?"
"Details, details!" Ken replied. "Let's just get there!"
He guided CJ to the exit, and the latter followed along.
"Rack them up, Maccer," Paul told Maccer. "What's the matter with you?"
"OK, boss man, where to?" CJ asked Ken as the two stepped outside.
"We're going to pay the Sindacco's a visit," Ken answered. "See how Johnny is, win him over with some..." He stopped to sniff. "...kind words during his convalescence."
"Oh yeah, sure, fine," CJ answered as he and Ken started walking towards the parking area. "I can take you there."
"Yeah, cool, great!" Ken replied. "We need a car."
CJ spotted a white Elegy parked just outside. So he and Ken hopped inside the vehicle and drove away.
"I've gotta get out of this game," Ken said as CJ pulled into the street and drove straight ahead. "Shit, my nose is pissing like a race horse."
Ken's nose was running so much that it started dribbling onto the front of his shirt. CJ just stared back in disgust as he rapidly turned his face back onto the road. Ken sniffed loudly.
"That is really good stuff," Ken muttered. "Hey drive faster, would you please? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, what are you, an old lady?"
"So you trying to get out?" CJ asked Ken.
"Yes. God, yes!" Ken replied. "I want to do something safe and legal and boring, with people that like me. And have a wife and some kids and get divorced and fight for weekend access, like everybody else."
"Listen," CJ said shaking his head as he rode past the Las Venturas airport. "I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks," Ken answered. "I'm just so tired of all this life or death bullshit."
Ken sniffed deeply again and got his running snot all over his shirt. "Oh, shit," he complained as he sniffed deeply once again. "Shit's all down my damned shirt, and everything. Oh, that's my best shirt too, doesn't this shirt look good on me?"
CJ didn't say a word. He knew he was dealing with a cokehead, and as he would figure out, they were just as difficult to tolerate as addicts of any types of drugs. His friend was a former stoner after all. So the experience didn't sit to well for CJ, especially since this addict he was with now was far more neurotic.
He just continued driving until he finally made it to Whitewood Estates, where he visited the meat locker he dropped Johnny off about a week ago.
"OK, let's get this over with," Ken demanded as he and CJ hopped out of the vehicle after CJ parked it in front of the building. "I'm the boss, I am the boss! I'm the boss, I am the boss! Yeah..." Ken stopped to sniff once again. "...yeah..."
The two entered the abattoir, and CJ quickly hung back. He had a premonition that he and Ken were in for a big surprise.
"What's going on?" Ken asked turning back to CJ. "You forget something?"
"No," CJ answered. "Look, you go on in, I'm gonna wait."
"Look, you gotta come with me this once," Ken pleaded desperately. "If I pull this off, I can carry on, I know I can, but please, you gotta come with me - I'm gonna squirt my ass all over the floor! Just this once pleasepleasepleaseplease..."
"Okay, okay - chill!" CJ interrupted abruptly. He looked around the place. "Shit," he muttered. "This can't look good. Listen, everything's gonna be OK. Just remember; you're the boss!"
"I'm the boss?" Ken asked. He suddenly felt rather confident of the sound of that. "I'm the boss!" he repeated. "I'm the boss. I'm the boss! I am the boss!"
The two continued walking down the abattoir and made it to the room where Johnny was presumably resting. They spotted two family members guarding the entrance.
"Hey, boys," Ken told the two guys. "Tell your boss that Ken Rosenberg is here to see him."
"Ken who?" one of the family members asked.
"K-Ken Rosenberg," Ken stammered. "Ken Rosenberg! The guy that runs this town!"
One of the doormen walked into the room on a search for Johnny.
"So, uh, how's Johnny?" Ken asked the other doorman.
"He's doing much better," the latter answered. "Yeah. He ate something this morning."
Just then, Johnny came out of the room in a wheelchair. "Heeyyy, Ken," Johnny greeted. His wheelchair then hit the corner of the wall. "Ah, Christ," he complained. "This fucking thing... Ken... Como esta e, eh, how you doing?"
"Pretty good," Ken replied. "And you?"
"Ah, still got a little bit of the night terrors, touch of diarrhea, but I'll get through it," Johnny elucidated.
"Huh, diarrhea, cool!" Ken said. "Yeah..."
"And who's this...?" Johnny asked pointing at CJ, who was standing in the shadow.
"How you doing, Johnny?" CJ greeted stepping forward and out of the light.
This gave Johnny a chance to view him, and by looking at his face, he recognized him vividly, causing him to freak out.
"It's fucking him..." Johnny said apprehensively. He remembered CJ scaring him during the drive from last week, and he was now in shock. "It's him! Oh my God... Oh God... It's him..."
Just then, he cut his breath short, and he clutched onto his chest in pain. "My heart!" he moaned incoherently as he fell out of his wheelchair. "Euchh... my heart..."
Johnny then fell onto the floor wheezing and clutching his chest, struggling horribly to catch his breath.
"Damn, that nigga's fucked up!" CJ said nonchalantly
One of the doormen bent over to feel Johnny's jaw. He no longer had a pulse. He instantly stopped breathing. Dead. Johnny was now dead. And both of the doormen stares holes at CJ.
"That bastard did this to Johnny!" one of them growled.
"Let's get him and this pussy lawyer!" his partner added staring at CJ and Ken.
CJ and Ken ran off to take cover as the family ignited a fire to keep them inside before attempting to shoot them. CJ pulled out his assault rifle while Ken hide behind some counters.
"Shit, they've started a fire to keep us back!" CJ shouted. "There must be an extinguisher here somewhere, find it!"
"Carl, leave no witnesses or we're dead meat!" Ken reminded him.
So CJ killed the remaining Sindacco families through the building and Ken grabbed a fire extinguisher from the corner of the room.
"Got the extinguisher, I got the extinguisher!" Ken cheered. "Take those guys out and I'll put out the flames! Stand back, I' gonna blast these flames!"
Ken came to the doorway and put out the flames with the fire extinguisher.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Ken asked CJ.
But then he saw that more Sindacco family were coming out attempting to take out CJ.
"Screw this, I'm going to hide in the freezer!" Ken shouted as he darted for the freezer to the right.
More of the Sindacco family members were coming out, and CJ just took them out one by one.
"This is so exciting, Tommy, it's like old times!" Ken shouted randomly as CJ continued taking out the Sindaccos
"Who the fuck is Tommy?" CJ asked as he continued shooting.
"Holy fuck, what is it about my luck?" Ken complained. "I'm screwed!"
CJ looked around to find if there were any more of the Sindacco family members ready to attack. He crept to the other side of the room and found a few more members hiding behind some boxes. He took out the remaining members and headed for the exit with a stack of boxes surrounding its path.
"Well done, CJ!" Ken cheered as he exited the freezer from the back room
"OK, it's clear!" CJ announced as he guided Ken to the exit.
"I'm never doing drugs again," Ken muttered. "Never ever, ever ever!"
Just then, CJ came across more members of the Sindacco family, who attempted to take him and Ken out. Some of them came up close, and others were standing on the boxes. CJ just took each of them out, and soon, there were no more members left. It didn't stop CJ from creeping around to see if any more members would appear out of nowhere.
"The exit's through the stock house," Ken announced as he stepped closer to CJ.
CJ guided Ken to the exit, looking out for anyone who tries to attack him. When he saw the coast was clear, he guided Ken to the exit and to their vehicle outside, which he and Ken hopped inside.
Before they began to leave, CJ wanted to ask Ken a question. "So who was this Tommy guy you were talking about?"
"Who?" Ken asked.
"You just said something like 'Good times, huh Tommy'," CJ replied. "Who is this Tommy guy? Sounds like someone who was a good friend to you."
"Well," Ken began to explain, "Tommy is this mobster from Liberty City who used to hang out with the Forellis. They got him arrested in 1971 and he served a fifteen-year sentence."
1971? CJ thought. Shit, I was just born.
"So in 1986," Ken continued, "he was fresh out of prison, and when we made a drug deal over at Vice City, we were ambushed by a gang ran by this drug lord named Ricardo Diaz."
"Drug lord, huh?" CJ replied. "Man, you guys sure were obsessed with drugs in the '80s."
"So anyway," Ken continued, "Tommy killed Diaz and took over his mansion. Then he built an empire all over Vice, and things were starting to look good until the Forellis came over to Vice to try to take over."
"Man," CJ said. "What is it with you and mobsters?"
"It looked as if Tommy finally had everything under control, but then Tommy's friend, Lance Vance Dance, or whatever he's called, betrayed Tommy and helped the Forellis ambushed the mansion. I was lucky to survive that time."
"Believe me," CJ said. "I get that feeling too. I, too, got betrayed by a certain fat fuck who I ain't gonna mention."
"Really?" Ken asked. "Then I guess you know how it feels to be fucked."
"Yeah," CJ replied. "So go on. I'm still listening."
"So anyways," Ken continued, "Tommy killed Lance and the rest of the Forelli family, including the leader, and Tommy made me his business partner and we ruled Vice City together."
"That's cool," CJ said. "You guys must've been real close friend."
"Was," Ken responded. "Ever since I was addicted to coke, Tommy sent me out here in rehab, and I tried calling him, but he refused to take any of my calls."
"Sorry to hear about that, Mr. Rosenberg," CJ said feeling rather empathetic. "You guys seem like best friends."
"I suppose it's my own fault though," Ken admitted. "Tommy and I still would've been partners had I not sniff coke. But I'm not sniffing any more coke. Take me back to Caligula's."
So CJ drove back on the road as he checked his mirrors to make sure he wasn't being followed.
"Shit, we gotta get the fuck outta here!" Ken pleaded. "We need some wheels! Get me back to Caligula's!"
"You calm down, and follow my lead," CJ told him.
"Holy fuck, man, we work well as a team together, huh, CJ?" Ken said speaking rapidly. "You and me, tearing this town up. Nobody can stop us, nobody in the world!"
"Johnny's a done deal," CJ told him. "And so is his gang."
"Too fucking right they are, dumb pussies!" Ken agreed as CJ made it to The Strip. "Oh fuck! I'm screwed! I'm fucking screwed! What the fuck am I going to do? Shit, shit, SHIIIIT..."
"You just got to hang in there," CJ told Ken calmly. "Play it dumb. I'll figure out a way to get you out of this."
"Just drop me at the airport!" Ken pleaded.
"Nah man, they gotta think you dead," CJ told him as he pulled up in front of Caligula's Casino. "I'll think of something. I promise. Get in there, and be cool. Like you been out for a relaxing drive or something."
"Calm, yeah, calm," Ken replied. "I'm calm. REAL FUCKING calm! I'm calm, Mr. Calm, Mr. Calm, that's me, Mr. Calm."
Ken hopped out of the car and walked inside the casino. CJ knew that he was in for a surprise. With his plan to rob Caligula's Casino, he was prepared for the grueling heist.