Advancing a couple of months now, it's February 1970. John was at his office, sitting at his old but fancy desk. On the other side, Joey was sitting there, face up, but his eyes were navigating the place as if it were the first time he'd entered this office. John broke his moment of concentration, saying, "Do you know why I called you here?"
Joey's eyes directly locked with John's. Confidently, he replied, "I think you want to change my crew."
"Exactly," John said. "As the speaking boss, I thought changing from your current crew to Jerry's crew would be best for the organization."
"Yeah, yeah, we all know why. You're afraid of Jeje, and you silently blame him for the last hit," Joey responded with a big mouth and such arrogance, you'd think he was the boss.
John took deep breaths through his nose—so deep you could hear the air coming in and out. It lasted a couple of seconds, but he finally responded, "If you ever say these words again—or any other words—be sure that I will make sure you don't rest at night." His tone shifted to a more serious one, his voice gradually rising. "YOUR ROLE HERE IS TO TAKE ORDERS AND SHUT UP!!"
Then, returning to normal, he pointed his hand at Joey, then at the door. "Now you can fucking go."
At the same time, in a district location inside an FBI building, in a closed room with walls so thick only God can hear you, there was only an iron table facing the door with one uncomfortable chair behind it.
"It is for your own good," a standing man with crossed arms was saying to the man sitting in the chair. Both locked eyes. The man leaned forward, advancing his head, putting both hands on the table. "You know that."
Seconds of silence. The door opened. Another man with an FBI badge entered, gave his colleague some files, then went out. The standing man raised his hand a little, showing the other the so-hidden file.
"Here is your gift."
He put it down, opened the file, and started throwing three pictures. Still holding the empty file in his hand, bending his head a little, and with a small mocking smile: "We know. You can't deny."
The other turned his head left with all his force. "FUUUUUCK!!!" He raised his hands to the top, then with all his strength hit the table twice until blood started dropping.