John is a man of focus. Commitment. Sheer will. Something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar… with a penis. With a fuckin' DILDO. Suddenly one day he asked to leave. It was over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day... laid the foundation of what we are now. And then, my son, a few days after his wife died… you steal his car, and kill his fuckin' dog?