The scene changes. The chef was glaring at Vincenzo and Vittorio.

"Why is he glaring at us?" Vittorio asks Vincenzo.

"How can I know?" Vincenzo said.

"Why are you glaring us at like that?" Vincenzo asks.

"You know what? You both made me think that I was an awful cook all this time. But you were wrong. Did you see yesterday? Everyone at the party enjoyed my margherita pizza. Did you see that or not? The Italian ambassador is from Italy. The couple tasted my pizza and gave me a thumbs-up. That's all I need" The chef says to Vincenzo and Vittorio. Vincenzo takes the glass and pours water in it as he speaks.

Vincenzo chuckled at this.

"You are delusional" He said and the chef looked down.

"Well, the thing with drunk people is... What's that Korean expression? Oh, right. People can't tell between poop and gold" Vincenzo tells him and Vittorio tries not to chuckle.

Even though they tried not to chuckle, the whole theatre erupted in laughter.

"No, my food is good! You both are the only one who says otherwise. Everyone likes it" The chef says.

"Then, prove it" Vittorio says.

"Make us the same pizza, then" Vincenzo tells him.

"Okay. Fine. Wait here." The chef says as he goes inside. After about half an hour, he brings two freshly baked pizzas in front of Vincenzo and Vittorio. "Taste it" Vincenzo grabs a slice and so does Vittorio but the chef speaks in between. "I know it tastes good" Vincenzo finally eats a bit of it. "Doesn't it taste amazing?" The chef asks.

Vincenzo grabs the tissue and spits the food in it. Vittorio tried not to puke and grabbed the tissue to spit the food in it. And the chef was shocked.

"And here we go again" Mr. Hong says. Toto looked like he was going to break down at any moment.

"What? What is it this time? Why?" He asks them.

"I guess the basil and cheese are practicing social distancing. They don't mix at all" Vincenzo says.

Most of them ended up chuckling at this.

"And are the tomatoes quarantined or something? I can't taste them at all" It was Vittorio's turn to say and the chef looked like he was about to cry.

Now the chuckles turned into laughter, there were only few who felt bad for him.

Vincenzo takes out his wallet and keeps the money on the table.

"Thanks for showing us what a piece of garbage that looks like pizza tastes like. You know?" He smiles and leaves from there with Vittorio.

"Come on, stop insulting him all the god damn time" Han-seo says.

"Damn it!" The chef takes a slice and eats it himself. Vincenzo was walking with his brother and bumps with An.

"Hey, it's Vincenzo!" He says and Vincenzo and Vittorio look at him.

"It's you!" Lee's wife said to Mr. An who was curious to see what was about to come.

"Have we met?" Vincenzo asks him.

"We met at the party last night" An replies.

"We didn't" Vincenzo says.

"The party. Is that where we met?" Vincenzo asks him.

"No. Yes. That was our first time meeting there." An says and Vincenzo takes a few step in his direction, he leans to get a better view of his face.

"Are you sure about that?" Vincenzo asks and he nods. Vittorio was finding something skeptical about the man.

"How come every time you know that something is wrong?" Cha-young asks the younger Cassano.

"I guess it's a talent which only a few posses" Vittorio answers.

"Mr. Cassano. Mr. Park. Mr. Hong is here" Mr. Nam shouts from the office.

"Okay" Vincenzo replies and walks in the office's direction with his brother. An secretly watches him from behind.

"By the way, what's that cologne he is wearing?" He asks himself and goes inside the Italian restaurant. The chef was still looking at his pizza.

All of them wondered what he wanted to do there.

"Hello"

"Hi"

"I am not here as a customer" An said. "When I tasted your pizza at the party yesterday, I was incredibly moved. So, I came here, wishing to become your culinary apprentice" An says and the chef was so shocked to listen.

"You just wish to spy the Italian mafia" Toto says.

"Right? Wasn't it really good?" The chef asks him.

"Lies are always sweeter than the truth" Vincenzo said.

"Yes" An replies and nods.

"Damn it. But I am not looking for an assistant. Please, leave" He says.

"Just give me a corner to sleep in. You don't have to pay or feed me. I will assist you, clean, wait tables, and do menial jobs. Master" An says as he takes a step forward to where the chef was standing and holds his hands.

"What?"

"As soon as I had a bite of your pizza yesterday, I heard the tolling of Florence's Duomo bell. And when I has my second bite, the boat horn from a harbor in Naples resonated throughout my body" An says and the chef grabs his hands. "I want to create my own little Italy with your guidance.

"I have to give it to you, you act better than Cha-young" Mr. Hong said and Mr. An smiled slightly. Meanwhile, Cha-young looked so offended and here the argument between the father-daughter duo continued for some minutes before watching forward.

"But you really don't need me to pay for your food or labour?" The chef asks him.

"No. I just need a place to sleep" An replies. "And... I need you, Master"

"So what is your name?" The chef asks.

"You are so easily convinced, Mr. Toto" Lee says to Toto.

The scene changes to Jipuragi Law Firm's office.

"I'm sure you know about Babel pharmaceuticals' new drug, RDU90's main component" Vincenzo said, grabbing a seat in front of Mr. Nam after handing him a document. He was now sitting in Mr. Hong's office, trying to find more information about Babel's illegal activities.

"Yes. It's a substance called Coisanic" Mr. Hong answered as Vincenzo nodded.

"Are you also aware that Coisanic is considered narcotic?" Vincenzo asked.

They had a surprised look at this.

"Now, this surprise me" Mr. Hong says even Cha-young was shocked at this. 

"Narcotic? That's news to me" Mr. Hong said as Mr. Nam looked at them in surprise.

"According to our expert's opinion, it just relieves pain" Mr. Nam said, flipping the papers and Vittorio shook his head.

"Babel is just a manipulative bastard" Vittorio says. Han-seok's composure falters a bit when he senses the little hate in his boyfriend's voice but regains it back fast. 

"Babel pharmaceutical deceived you, and everyone was in on it" Vittorio said, looking at the two innocent lawyers and Vincenzo nodded, agreeing with him as Mr. Hong spoke again.

"Gosh, I had no idea. So if this drug hits the market, aren't they basically selling narcotics?"

"Yes" Vincenzo said. 

"Yes. Officially, more people will be addicted to painkillers. What's more dangerous is, because of narcotic pain meds, more people will become drug addicts like in the states" Vincenzo explained as Mr. Hong nodded. 

All of them got shocked at this revelation. 

"Then, this drug might open up the doors to mass-distribution of narcotics in Korea" Mr. Nam continued as Vittorio spoke. 

"Perhaps, like the States, South America, and Italy, huge drug cartels might spring up" Mr. Nam looked surprised again as Mr. Hong looked down in disappointment. 

The information was surprising them every time.

"It hasn't happened yet, but drugs will spread like wildfire in this small country" Mr. Hong said, enraged by the facts.

"I don't even want to think about it, but if this goes through, even young kids will be able to buy drugs like you see in the movies" Vincenzo said, leaning his back on the chair with his hands folded on his chest. "It'll be around their homes and schools" Vittorio continued as the two man in front of him sighed and and slammed their hands on the table.

"How can they even do this?" Ms. Kwak said in anger.

"How could they make something like this? I don't care if I go to prison. I want to burn them down! All of the drugs" Vincenzo looked at Mr. Hong who was extremely angry and glanced back at Vittorio. They shared a look. And he spoke again "We must stop them. We must do whatever it takes to stop them"

"And we will stop them" Vittorio said.

Cha-young also started to wonder that was she fighting from the right side.

Jun-woo was not surprised that the Cassano brothers have figured it all but on the other hand, he knew eventually he will have to see his lover standing on the other side. 

Vincenzo's phone was ringing, he goes to receive it.

"Yes. Right away"

The scene changes. An was cleaning the glass of the restaurant' door. He watches as Vincenzo goes to the other direction. He looks behind to see that the chef is sleeping. He opens the door and goes after Vincenzo.

"Wherever you install it be careful with the--" The monk says but Vincenzo cuts him in between.

"There is no need for that." Vincenzo says as he takes the electric pads inside.

"What is all this?" The monk asks him. "Mr. Cassano, you cannot do this. We didn't agree for this." He says to Vincenzo who was installing the electric pads.

"You have to agree unless you don't want the building to be everyone's graveyard" Cha-young says.

"Save the money of boiler for your temple" Vincenzo says. "Can you move your feet? And I will foot the bill for your monthly electricity"

"Gosh, no. You cannot do that" The monk says. An watches them secretly.

"Can you get that side?" Vincenzo asks.

"This side? But..."

"I can put one right here" Vincenzo tries to put the electric pad under the cushion on which the monk was sitting on. "Sir, can you lift the right side of your bottom?" The monk lifts the right side of his body letting out an 'Aah' sound. Vincenzo pushes the electric pad under the cushion. "It's all set" The monk sits back in his usual position. "Thank you" Vincenzo folds his hand and bows down.

"Can you get that one? Put it right here" Vincenzo tells to monk.

"This one?" The monk asks. They pull the electric pad to the other side of the cushion.

"A member of Mafia, who is Catholic putting electric pads for the monks. What is happening? Is this the union of religions. This man is so generous" Mr. An thinks as he watches Vincenzo helping the monks to install the electric pads.

"Who is gonna tell him?"

Vittorio smiled at the scene seeing how An was interpreting it. It seemed like he isn't going to be problem in future and can turn out be a useful ally.

The scene changes. Vincenzo was walking back.

"Give me a cigarette"

"Just one?"

"If you have one, hurry up" He watches the children smoking at the back.

Kwak's son sinks in his seat knowing he is going to be dead after this. Ms. Kwak was fuming in anger now.

"How come you never have your own?"

"Hey, give me one too"

"I want two"

"Give me one"

"Come on. Be quiet"

"Give me a lighter"

"You don't have one?"

"Of course I do"

"Just give it to me already" Vincenzo comes out of the hiding.

"Yes"

"Give me the lighter"

"Didn't your mom tell not to smoke?" Vincenzo asks Kwak's son.

"I did but you have a knack for ignoring me, don't you?" Ms. Kwak growled in anger and her son was scared for his life.

"Geez. Don't bring up her now. It's embarrassing. Beat it" Kwak's son says.

"I am embarrassing? Just wait till we get out from here" Ms. Kwak threatened her son.

"Haven't you heard? If you smoke at early age--" The boy cuts Vincenzo in between.

"That our bones will rot? They are already rotten" He says.

Vittorio pitied the boys knowing this isn't going to end well for them.

"Give me some money before you go, mister" One of the boys say. Vincenzo smiles, adjusting his tie. Another boy grabs his hand.

"Look at this. He has got a nice watch"

"All right. If you promise me that you will never smoke again, I will give you some money" Vincenzo tells them.

"You have no idea how scary kids are these days. We go after everyone who pisses us off" Kwak's son said.

"And you have no idea how scary mafias are these days" Vittorio says.

"All right. Toss all of your cigarettes in the trash can here" Vincenzo says.

"Guess what the scariest kind of drunk is." The boy says and the camera focuses on the stick that Vincenzo hid at his back.

"They are going to receive a good beating" Larry says.

"If you say 'punch drunk' I will be disappointed." Vincenzo says.

They chuckled at this.

"Bingo" The kid comes and tries to hit Vincenzo but he grabs his hand, twists it and hits him with the stick. "Ahh, my arm!" Another kid attacks him and he beats him too. He continues beating those three except, Kwak's son.

"You little punks. Lousy brats" He says as he hits them.

"Stop it"

"Damn it"

They enjoyed seeing the kids getting beaten like that. Finally, those brats learned a lesson.

"Let's go" They all ran from there. Vincenzo turns around and looks at Kwak's son who was already terrified.

"Come here" He twists his ear and he winces in pain. He brings him near the dustbin. "Toss it now"

"Damn it" He curses and does not throws the cigarette.

"You should have beaten him more" Ms. Kwak says as she grits her teeth.

Vincenzo twists his ears more and hits him with the stick. "Fine. I will throw it out" He throws the cigarette in the bin.

"I will check every time I see you. Got it?"

"Damn it. What the heck?" The boy says and runs from there. It is revealed An was watching this too hiding behind chairs.

"A mafia member who disciplines delinquents? Is this a way of repenting his dark past? The more I observe him, the harder it is to figure him out" An thinks in his mind and hides behind the chair again.

"Poor Mr. An, he is getting so confused" Vittorio says.

The scene changes. Vincenzo sits on his sofa, opens the envelope and takes out the papers. He goes through them.

"This is my first and last advice to you" Vincenzo remembers his meeting with the Babel E&C representative.

"Wait, you can threaten me, but you are in no position to give me advice" The representative says and slams his bag on the table. He picks his bag up and speaks. "We will see which one of us will be begging the other. This will be fun" He walks and throws the cycle that was standing there.

"He is an idiot to dare a mafia like that" Lee's wife says.

"Cheetah!" Mr. Nam shouted hoping his bicycle would have been okay.

"Cheetah!" Mr. Nam immediately ran to get it back up. "Cheetah, are you okay?"

"Mr. Cho. Can you look into him?" Vincenzo asks Mr. Cho.

The scene changes back to present. He smirks as he looks at the photos.

"We will soon find out who will end up on their knees"

"This is going to be fun" Vittorio says as he smirks. 

The scene changes. Hong Cha-young was acting to cry in front of the pharmacy store owner.

"My youngest brother also majored in pharmacology. He works late every day in the lab. Then, he comes home all exhausted. And he worries about his career" Cha-young says as she fakes sob. The owner was not at all interested in this and gets back to his work. Jun-woo takes out his handkerchief and passes it to Cha-young.

"You are so terrible at it" Mr. Hong says and Cha-young scoffs.

"Cha-young" But she refuses.

"No, let me be"

"Cha-young" He again offers her and this time she takes it.

"Thanks" She wipes her fake tears with the handkerchief. Jun-woo takes his handkerchief back. "That's why Min-chul reminds me of my brother. I am sure things have been tough. I am worried he might do something he regrets if he is alone"

"He is definitely not buying it" Vittorio says.

"It's been a few months since I talked to Min-chul" The man replies.

"Please. If he did contact you, tell me. I will compensate you handsomely for your information" Cha-young says.

Mr. Hong palmed his head at this.

"I have enough money" The man replies. Cha-young takes out the envelope from her purse a bit, enough for the man to see it.

"It's a hefty sum" Cha-young says and Jun-woo makes her keep the money inside.

"We are really trying to help Min-chul" Jun-woo says and Cha-young nods. "If he contacted you--"

"If you don't leave, I will call the police" The man says getting up from his seat and getting irritated from all the drama.

"He was also getting irritated by all of this" Mr. Hong says.

"Let's leave. He will call the police" Cha-young says and they leave from there.

Cha-young was standing on the terrace. Jun-woo comes there with two ice-creams. He brought one for himself and one for Cha-young.

"Here" He gives Cha-young the ice cream.

"How could he not fall for my tears?" Cha-young says. "I feel hotter because I cried"

"You are so terrible at it that even a blind man won't fall for it" Mr. Hong said and Cha-young was getting angered.

"No matter how hard I try to think, if I were Min-chul, your dad will be the only person I would go to. Jipuragi. Try to talk to your dad. You are his daughter. You two can have an honest conversation" Jun-woo tells her.

"He is smart. Listen to him once" Mr. Hong thinks.

"I would have done that if it would work" Cha-young tells him.

"Have you ever tried?" Vittorio asks and was received with silence as an answer.

"If he decides to blow the whistle, you will be in big trouble. Hey, you are from New York. Why are you so nosy? Why worry about other people?" She asks him.

"No. There are only a few people I worry about and you are one of them, Cha-young. Without me, who is going to play along with your skit? Without me, how will you find your car?" Jun-woo asks her.

Cha-young smiled at this.

"Oh, right. Where did I park my car?" Cha-young asks and Jun-woo sighs.

They chuckled at this.

"Near Exit B in Basement Two" Jun-woo tells her.

"Okay"

"Cha-young, doesn't working for Wusang gives you a lot of headaches? Want to jump ship?" Jun-woo asks her. "My friend from Boston is starting a law firm in Korea"

"He is giving you a nice offer" Mr. Lee said.

"A new law firm won't be able to afford my salary" Cha-young replies. They continue eating their ice cream while Cha-young's phone starts ringing. She receives it.

"Yes, Mr. Seo"

"Ms. Choi invited lawyers with the experience of more than five years for dinner today" He says.

"Tell her. I can't go. I have work" Cha-young says.

"She told me you had to be there even if other lawyers can't make it"

Cha-young laughed in disbelief at this.

"Fine" Cha-young hangs up the phone. "Damn it. She cares about me too much" 

"Of course, I do" Myung-hee says and Cha-young scoffs.