Reaching back Tony grabs his other shot and it goes the way of the first one. And every other alcoholic drink he's had all night. Head programmer. Legit business. Something something blah blah blah who cares. It's going in his ears, but Tony's brain isn't processing what Jack's saying. It's been a long day. Court. The award presentation. Interviews. Merchandise negotiations. And then there was his lawyer harping on him to get a bodyguard.

"I'm not going to get a bodyguard, Frank. They're my parents."
"Tony, there's plenty of evidence on that police report that they contacted someone about putting an hit on you. And right now it'd be real convenient for them if you disappeared so all charges would be dropped. I'm telling you this as your legal counsel: hire someone."

It's not been good. It hasn't been good for a few months now. Maybe longer than that. Nearly ten years? Forever? He doesn't have the energy or the empathy for Jack's little made good story.

"You still know how to kill the buzz in a room. It's like a party trick. Guess some things never change."