(Max getting off shift)
Boss: Hey! Where do you think you’re going? The grill still needs to be cleaned and the trash taken out!
(Punks throw trash on the ground carelessly)
Max: Hey - are you gonna pick that up?
Punk 1: (Scoffs) That’s what you are for, greaseball.
Max: What’d you say?
Max: (Picks up a bottle)
(smashes it over head of Punk 1)
You’re not laughing now are you, pal?
Cop: C’mon (flashes cuffs). Just give me a reason (draws weapon).
(Cop arrests Max)
(At the police station, Max sits alone in a cell).
Cop: C’mon, Scarpetti.
Max: Did you get me a lawyer?
Cop: Someone did.
Max: Who are you?
X: A friend of a friend. I have been asked to get you out of here - unless you would prefer to stay?
(The two enter a limo which takes Max home)
(Arriving at their destination)
Max: So, should I ask who your friend is?
X: (smiles) He is an old comrade of yours from your time in the war.
(slyly) I believe that he was your company sergeant.
Max: (Internally “nods”)
X: Perhaps you remember him? He needs your help.
Max: What do you expect me to do?
X: In two days, I want the two of you to meet at this address. You’ll need some weaponry, so come prepared.
Max: Prepared for what? What the hell is this, who are you?
X: I’m someone who knows how to return a favor. Unless you would prefer to be unemployed and left in the cell where I found you?
Max: (Resignedly nods in agreement)
X: (As he shuts the passenger door) Oh, Vito sends his regards.
Max: (Chuckles in disbelief) Vito? What have you gotten yourself into now?