olga.
 bitch. from the dark recesses of sleep - he wakes. straightens up. slurps back his dignity.
you're a good man.
i'll just play out the rest of this eight ball.  he laps up the last drop. reloads it with a couple of batteries from his jacket.
like that. horus looks on - silent.
bastards.  couldn't protect a pitcher of warm spit.  couldn't find their asshole with common sense and a thumb.
olga.  he snaps out of it.
i was talking again, huh?
 that look on her face, you know the look, when she's almost there.  makes you feel like a man.
walk with me.
sure you do. you disapprove and yet you allow me to drink.  to poison myself. your friend. without a word of caution. not a word. just take it.  you take everything.
you're afraid to offend. you don't want to be abrasive. provocative. so you suppress. do nothing. take it. roheim takes another gulp.
my wife. she left a bad taste in my mouth. i drink to kill-the taste. horus has no response to this.
what the hell. i can learn to love beverage.
figured i can get you by the front.  but you weren't there.
they-jumped me. that bastard scarpo and his boys. they were waiting on me. returns to get more clean towels. and comes back.
-couldn't find my keys. must've dropped them'in the fight. shit.  he works himself off the chair. heads inside the bathroom.
the old man look at what they did.  gave a fat lip to match his big mouth. i'm for shit.
i'm a waste of time.
i'm too old for this.
what am i.  i'm biologically challenged. any way you look, i'm a waste of effort.
they're going to can me.
should be an extra key over the door.
shoes. the two pause. remove their shoes. proceed into bedroom.
i don't know. you might have solo act tomorrow night.
you're a good man, horus.
you know what olga said before she walked out on me? her last words to me. she turned at the front door. looked around the room and she says, "keep it clean." that's it, can you believe it? then out the door.
what do you mean, you got to get her?
brain damage runs in this family or something? aaron senses his father's state of overwhelmness.
i need a drink. aaron, staring at the massacre - a head rolls pass him. it looks pale but well-fed, healthy. it ted's. aaron ducks into his father's chest.
come on, horus. horus - lost in the pain. he won't listen. slowly and with a sense of duty, roheim joins the excavation. he r olls up his sleeve and gets to work. hancock drops the yield,sign. turns to the battlefield in his midst.  surveys the carnage.  a loaded beat. hancock roars - a cry of desperation. he grimaces with defeat. staggers off. screams, because what else can he do. falls to his knees.  by a fallen police gun.