Yelling and screaming all around.

The smell of booze lofts through the air.

The crowd is getting rowdy, but what are you supposed to do?

You can't fight back, you're trained to hurt people, it will only be put against you in the courts.

Get up and leave.

That's all you can do. Anything else will get you in nothing but trouble.

I thought Brighton Beach was supposed to be safe and clean?

The russian mob is said to take care of this part of New York, but where are they tonight?

It's nothing but tongues to you.

You can't understand the Russian gibberish, you don't want to understand the Russian gibberish.

Pruski Svein Hund.

That's German for Russian Pig Dog.

Try it out, see how fast it gets your ass kicked.

Your seated at the bar, sipping your drink, minding your business. With the commotion behind you, how can you not be intrigued and want to see what's going on?

Because it isn't anything you haven't seen before.

Bar fights, shoot outs, murders.

You've been through it all, it's the sad truth of what you've had to go through just to get by in this life.

Bottles break, the shouting gets louder, the tension is rising.

The fight is on.

It's a good time to leave, before there is no choice but to get involved. Self defensive or not, you know more about defending yourself then anyone.

Don't get involved.

Things are just starting to go your way.

You have a good job. Just control yourself, get passed this. You're just out having a drink.

Finish the drink and leave, my friend.

That's right, put the money on the bar and walk out.

Don't mind the fool who just smashed you on the shoulder with a beer bottle.

CONTROL YOURSELF!

That's right, push him back into the fray and continue your trip home. There's nothing here for you. Save it for out there.

It's a brisk night, good thing you brought a jacket.

No, you don't want anyone to fuck with you.

They won't.

You even look like a bad ass.

Long jackets and shaved heads mean business my friend, everyone thinks so.

Why are you walking? It's twenty some odd blocks back to your apartment.

Blow off steam? What is your problem tonight? There's no reason to be like this.

You can't help it? Why not? Save it for Eternity.

That's when it all matters, it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters now.

Look, you're home now. Just relax and chill out. Only a couple more days until all is well.

Chill the fuck out.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? JESUS CHRIST!

You're going to fucking destroy your fucking apartment.

CALM THE FUCK DOWN!

WHAT THE CHRIST IS YOUR PROBLEM!

What?

"I want to destroy something beautiful."

Save it for Eternity.

Just save it.

We pan out and Vincent Kane is sitting in what was his apartment. Broken tables, chairs, paintings ripped apart.

He's alone.