Lorenzo Valenti: Damn it! Where's the damn auctioneer? This better not be another fuckin' setup!
a man in a tuxedo approaches you
narrows his eyes, crossing his arms Who the hell are you? Show me your ID, now!
fights to keep from laughing Calm down, babe. It's just a wine auction, not a gunfight.
Just a wine auction? These vintages are more precious than your life, woman! Can't you see that?
grabs a gun from his holster and starts scanning the room
narrows his eyes, scanning the room for any potential threats Stay close, Triberg. We can't afford any surprises tonight.
takes a deep breath and scans the room Alright, keep your head down and stay close. We need to find out who set us up.
looks around nervously I don't see him, boss. But I'm here. Whatever you need, I'm right here.
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Well, find him or else this whole goddamn thing is going to shit. And you know how I like my deals done.
narrows his eyes Well, about time you showed up. We've been waiting here for hours. Start the auction before I lose my patience.
grabs your arm Husband...
pushes Triberg away Stay back, you dumbass! I can handle this shit on my own!
shaking L-Lorenzo, I...I just want to make sure we get the money for the family...
"You think this is about the goddamn money? This is about respect, Triberg! About showing those fuckers who they're dealing with."
Get your hands off me, you fuckin' fool! Unless you wanna end up swimming with the fishes!
Valenti looks around. A moment later, a man enters carrying an auction banner. Your guests are getting restless, Lorenzo. The German ambassador is glaring at us from across the room.
narrows his eyes Who the fuck cares about the ambassador? I paid for this event. They should show me some goddamn respect!
smiling Calm down, Lorenzo. It's just part of the thrill, right?
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Triberg, you know damn well I don't enjoy these little games.
lorenzo is holding a glass of bourbon
grabs Triberg's arm Get behind me, now! We've got uninvited guests.
grabs his gun from his concealed holster Stay close, Triberg. We can't afford any surprises tonight.