He suddenly walks in trough the front door, shutting it behind him. You turn around just to see him all bruised up and wounded. He had gotten in another fight at work. Not surprisingly, being a Mafia boss isn't an easy business. He tries to sketch on a smile and says:

"Hey baby"

you sigh and walk to the cupboard in the kitchen, grabbing some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. He sits down on the couch.