Part 8 of 9 - The Bartender

But...he's cool as a cucumber.  I swear to God I'm next, but I can't move.  My life.  My kid.  I ain't comin' home ever again.  But...he puts money on the counter.  A lot of it.  Says to wait 10 minutes.  For what?  Oh, to call the cops.  He drinks his shot, picks up Mr. Russo's shot, and heads on over to the skirt.  This can't possibly be the guy she was waiting for.  She's just as horrified as I am!