The hours had finally elapsed, and the sun was beginning to set. In Café Robina, Umberto approached two women at the table. One was a Caucasian brunette wearing a black bikini top and matching miniskirt while the other was Latina and wore a white pearl necklace and a white-and-black striped dress.

"Hey, ladies," Umberto told the woman. "You know what I'm gonna do?"

The women just turned their back on him, deliberately ignoring his presence.

"I'm gonna kill me a Haitian," Umberto told them, oblivious to the fact that they weren't interested. "And then? And then I'm going to make love like a man. You know that, chica? Something like this."

Umberto then started tactlessly humping the air, and the brunette, fed up with his failed attempt at impression, grabbed a cup of coffee and abruptly threw it on his crotch.

"ARRRGH!" Umberto yelled in pain. The coffee the women threw at him was still very hit.

"Loser!" the brunette told him holding an 'L' sign above her forehead as she started to walk away.

"Prick," the Latina added following her friend along.

"Hey, baby!" Umberto growled at the women, who were walking out of the diner refusing to look back. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole! Umberto Robina, he likes the ladies! Not some goat in a skirt!"

Tommy then arrived inside the café to meet up with Umberto. "Tommy!" Umberto called walking up to him. He spread his arms to hug Tommy, only to get shoved back. "Tommy, I love you, I love you! Let's go!"

"Go where?" Tommy asked keeping his hands in front to hold Umberto back. "Can't I get a cup of coffee first?"

"No time for coffee!" Umberto replied. "Besides, I just had one."

He showed Tommy the damp crotch of his pants, which was still stained with the coffee.

"Oh," Tommy replied dryly.

"We gonna take out the Haitians," Umberto declared. "Tommy, how do you take out a snake?"

Tommy just twisted his face and shrugged. "You bite him in the ass!" Umberto answered laughing loudly.

"Whatever you say, Umberto," Tommy muttered, not in the mood with the Cuban-American's jokes.

"Tommy, you go and get us a little Haitian car," Umberto ordered him. "When you get it, come back and pick up my boy, Pepe, and take him out to the Haitians. Then, you go around to the Haitians processing plant, and you use their solvent as an explosive. Boom! Bye bye!"

So Tommy started to exit the café. But not before turning back to face Umberto.

"Umberto," Tommy called, "what about you?"

"Uhh... I'm going to stay behind, and watch over the café with Poppa," Umberto claimed, making excuses. "He not feeling so good. You know?"

Tommy just shook his head. This was the same guy who was obsessed with men with balls and accused Tommy for "being a woman", yet he never showed the guts to help his fellow Cubans out himself, which was rather ironic.

"The last thing I needed was this," Tommy muttered to himself. "Maybe the last thing I needed was an enema. But this comes close... "

Tommy made his way outside and met up with Pepe at the Voodoo.

"Oye, let's go find our muchachos!" Pepe declared.

So Tommy started the engine and started driving. he drove through the northern part of Little Havana.

"Man, this a nice part of town... " Pepe said looking around the small town.

He turned on the radio and changed it to the Espantoso station, where the song "Picao y Tostao" by Mongo Santamaria was playing.

Tommy wasn't into Latin jazz, but he decided to tolerate it just this once as he continued to drive around Little Havana. Right now he focused on driving through the small town.

"This place is a dump, man," Pepe said looking around.

Tommy then made a left turn and drove straight down the road past the Well Stacked Pizza restaurant, in which the pizza's sent inside permeated through the open door.

"You know, they do nice pizzas here," Pepe told Tommy taking a whiff of the food's scent.

Tommy finally met the other two Voodoo cars on the spot. "Hola, amigos," Rico greeted. "Oy - the solvent is round the back, amigo."

"Bueno," Pepe replied. "Haitian Putas. Muerte."

"Vamos," Rico ordered.

"Vamos indeed," Tommy agreed.

"Follow my compadres," Pepe told Tommy.

So Tommy followed the other Voodoos, who drove on the road and made a right turn on the alleyway that lead to the factory they were at earlier.

Tommy parked the vehicle behind the other two Voodoos and waited until the gate opened. "Okay," Pepe instructed as the gate slowly began to open. "In you go."

So the three Voodoos drove slowly straight down the pathway leading to the inside of the factory. They finally made it near the entrance and parked their vehicles in different locations.

"I'm going to plant the bomb," Tommy informed the Cubans. "Cover me!"

While the Cubans gather around to search for any Haitians arriving from behind, Tommy made his way inside the factory, where he turned to his left and encountered several Haitians firing at him.

Tommy quickly dodged the bullets and returned the fire, killing each and every one of the Haitian gangsters one by one as their corpses dropped onto the ground.

Tommy searched warily around and saw that more Haitians from the second floor were firing bullets at him. Tommy returned the fire at them as well and killed them one at a time.

With every Haitian member inside the factory dead, Tommy scaled the stairs up ahead to his left and planted a bomb on the corner.

He then wend back down the stairs and dashed under the staircase to plant another bomb on the corner.

Finally, Tommy made a right turn to head towards the right hand corner near the factory's exit and planted the last bomb there.

The place was now rigged with explosives, and Tommy had less than twenty minutes to escape.

"RUN!" Pepe shouted.

He followed Tommy inside the Voodoo vehicle, and the other Cubans hopped in their Voodoos as well. Unfortunately, as they finally made it to the exit out of the gates, they were ambushed by more Haitian gangs. So they did a drive-by on all of them and killed them all.

This meant that Tommy and the Cubans had to escape on foot instead. Tommy guided them all to the steps leading to the rooftop of a nearby building and the group made it on top of the roof.

As they hopped off the building, they all heard a tremendous explosion of the factory behind them. The explosion was so huge that it ended up shaking the whole city.

Rico laughed loudly. "Now that's what I call a man with cojones, man!" Rico congratulated Tommy patting him on the shoulder.

"You got huge cojones, amigo!" Pepe added. "Umberto would be so proud!"

Tommy's cellphone then rang, and Tommy pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.

"Tommy, it's Umberto Robina," he heard Umberto say over the phone.

"Hey, how's the café?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, wonderful!" Umberto replied. "Incredible, Tommy, incredible! No wimps, Tommy! Just real men, and the beautiful women! Anyway, I wanted to tell you, me and Papi, to us, you Cuban! You have proved yourself, man! You got big cojones!"

"Well thank you, Umberto," Tommy replied genuinely grateful. "Nobody's said that to me since I left jail. I'll see you around."

Tommy hung up the phone and turned to the other Cubans. "Alright, men," he told them, "it was fun working for you guys, but I'm tired now and I have business of my own to take care of."

"No problem, Tommy," Rico told him.

"Yeah," Pepe added. "It was fun having you around. Just call us if you need anything from us."

The Cubans then began to leave, and Tommy sighed in relief. He decided to return to the hotel and get some shut-eye.