In an office, talking about how IBM puts a little odd logo on all their products. Get to the elevator, one is just opening, get in. Smell smoke, someone says I’m on fire. Look down, the thing I’m holding caught my coat.
In an apartment, going to the illicit spa. A big Mob boss shows up, we have to be super nice to him. Let him in first, somebody doesn’t and we shove him away. Get in, walk over and he looks at me and asks me if he’s seen me before. I say no, because I was an informant. He buys it and I walk out the back way. There’s lots of fruit and produce being gone through.