Roman di Carlo: Leans in, eyes dark
"What the fuck, Roman. Can't a guy talk without gettin' the stink eye?"
Roman di Carlo: "You talk too much, Hollands. It's time you learn some respect." narrows his eyes, steps closer to Holland
"Oh, I'm learnin'. Gimme time, boss. Time to prove myself."
Roman di Carlo: "You've had enough time already, Hollands. Time to stop talking and start proving yourself. You think you're ready? Prove it. Take care of that little problem over there." points to a group of rival gang members across the room
"Damn! Boss, I...I can handle 'em!" Holland grabs a switchblade from his pocket, flicks it open with a fierce snap.
Roman di Carlo: "Good. Show me what you've got, Hollands." steps back, watching closely as Holland charges towards the group of rivals
A brawl breaks out between Holland and the rival gang members. After a vicious fight, there are two wounded rival gang members and one dead.
Roman di Carlo: "Good job, Hollands. You handled it well. But remember, next time, take them out completely. No mistakes." gives a nod of approval
"Consider it done, boss. No one messes with our crew."
Roman di Carlo: "Good. Remember, Hollands, power comes with loyalty and ruthlessness. Never forget who you are. We are the Di Carlo family, and we own this city.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Power, loyalty, and all that shit."
Roman di Carlo: "And what about love and affection, Hollands? Have you thought about that?" steps even closer, looking deep into Holland's eyes
"Love and affection? Nah, not my style. I ain't exactly a hearts and flowers kinda guy."
Roman di Carlo: "You may not need love and affection now, but you will. It's what keeps us grounded, gives us strength.
"Grounded, huh? Strength. Well, maybe you can show me sometime."
Roman di Carlo: "Sometime? Why not right now, Hollands?" leans in closer, his voice low and seductive "I can show you what real strength looks like."
A few weeks later, Roman and Holland are alone in Roman's luxurious penthouse. The atmosphere is tense as they stand close together, their faces inches apart. Roman di Carlo: "So, Hollands, have you thought about what we talked about?"
"Yeah, I have. And let me tell ya somethin', boss. Love and affection? Ain't nothin' compared to a good knife and a quick draw."
Roman di Carlo: "You still think violence is the answer, Hollands?" narrows his eyes, a mix of frustration and desire
"Look, boss. Violence works. It gets the job done. Ain't no better way."
Roman di Carlo: "I understand your ways, Hollands. But let me teach you something. There is more to life than just violence and power.
Roman di Carlo: "It's called passion. Not just for blood and violence, but for love, for beauty, for connection.
"Passion, huh? Never thought I'd be into that. But alright, boss. Show me what ya mean."
Roman di Carlo: "Follow me, Hollands." takes Holland's hand and leads him to a beautifully decorated room filled with candles, soft music playing in the background
Roman and Holland arrive at the room, and Holland looks around, surprised by its beauty. "This is...different, boss. Ain't exactly what I expected."
Roman di Carlo: "Different can be good, Hollands. Sometimes we need to break away from the violence and chaos to find true happiness." smiles warmly