In the darkness of Vinnie Balboa’s cell, Angel of Death places the knife at Vinnie’s throat. Vinnie Balboa is awake. His eyes widen in shock.
VB: (whispering) what?
AoD: The Mexican homies sent me to waste you…
VB: get it over with. I ain’t like livin’ in this goddam cage anyways
AoD: Shhh. I’m here to bust you out of here
VB: w-what? Why are you doing this
AoD: We don’t have much time. They’ve sent a couple more assassins to watch my back… they’ll be here any –
*AoD lowers the knife from Vinnie Balboas throat, From the Background shadows, 2 homies appear. They have overheard that AoD is betraying them to save VB. They are large, muscle bound thugs*
Thug1: Homie.. you would throw away your loyalty and honour, to save this PUTA?
Thug2: I looked up to you homes. Now I gotta waste you cuz
*The 2 thugs attack AoD. AoD dodges the attacks, and counters with swift, fluid and crushing combinations. Thug1 gets knocked out. Thug2 pulls a knife, and swipes at AoD. AoD gets slashed across the chest. AoD pulls his own knife, and expertly neutralises Thug2. AoD crouches over the body of Thug2, and whispers a silent prayer for forgiveness…He stands, and instructs Vinnie balboa to follow him*
*The men run through the dark prison, sticking to shadows. They arrive at an unlocked door, where a car is waiting. It is pitch black outside, Brucie is waiting for them at the door.*
VB: Brucie? No Brucie, you could get in a lotta , uh, trouble for this
Brucie: Go son, go! I’ve arranged for you to start working at a reputable company. There’s a flight organised to take you far away from this place. You can start over, my boy
VB: B-Brucie…I don’t know what to say Brucie.
*Prisoners are shouting. The 2 incapacitated Thugs have been found. The prisoners are rioting. Emergency alarms begin to sound.*
AoD: Go now. There isn’t much time.
VB: You.. you done me a big service. I gotta know your name.. P-please, why are you helping me? I ain’t done nothing to deserve this
AoD: I have no name. I am the Angel of Death. If I can save just one life, perhaps God will forgive me for those I have taken
VB: you gotta have a name though, everybody got a name
AoD: *smiles* On the outside… they called me.. Casimiro…
*Prisoners have broken free of their cells. Guards have lost control – many are wounded and some are dead. A mob of 30 prisoners is fast approaching AOD, Brucie and VB*
Brucie: GO NOW!!
*VB runs towards the waiting car. The engine is started, the driver ready to go. VB jumps in the car and it begins to speed off. He turns to see prisoners have swarmed Brucie, who is on the ground. AoD is fighting the mob, throwing visious combinations. Shattering jaws and crunching through ribcages…perhaps he will one day find redemption in the glory of combat…*
VB: (being driven away at speed) NOOOO BRUCIE!
*Several weeks have passed. VB is seen in a suit, entering a flashy building. Through a window, the Opera House is visible…*
Worker1: Morning Vinnie, come with me I’ll introduce you to the team.
VB: Uh, yea no problem, guy
Worker 1: I think you’ll enjoy your time here at the Bank of Australian Nationals… or BAN for short!
VB: uh yea, I uh, I think I like it already..
Worker1: You come very highly recommended from Brucie
VB: Brucie…
*As they are strolling through the office, a man bumps into Vinnie Balboa, spilling his coffee on Vinnie’s new suit*
Worker2: Watch it mate!
Vinnie Balboa: Why don’t YOU watch it? I should make you clean this up, ya know, but I’m a good guy. I’m not a fighter no more
Worker2: Fuck you, idiot
*Vinnie Balboa throws a cross, knocking the man out. A nearby receptionist begins to scream in terror*