In a dank interview room, Levy is meeting with Orlando, who's saying that he'll do his time: "The least our people can do is throw down a little something to pay the bondsman." Levy, who's paid by people further up the chain of command, ignores Orlando, handing him the deed of transfer for the club, and a license transfer application for the liquor board: "They're both backdated and notarized for last week." Wouldn't a convenient coincidence like that be a red flag for anyone investigating the case? I guess they probably wouldn't look into it too closely as long as Orlando went along with everything just to make sure he didn't get all murdered and shit. Anyway, Orlando doesn't get it, forcing Levy to explain, "A front has to be clean. And right now, you ain't that. Sign." Orlando sits back and tries playing hardball: "I want my bail paid. You send me a bondsman, I'll sign." "Is that what you want me to tell him?" smirks Levy. "That I asked you to sign and you wouldn't?" Well, honestly. He holds up the pen to Orlando, who only hesitates a moment before giving in to sign. As Orlando stews, Levy needles, "You wanted to be in the game, right? Now you're in the game." This game is not nearly as fun as Hungry Hungry Hippos.