"Bambina…"
Henry walked to her.
Marcella snapped out of her reverie. Her hands were shaking.
"Henry!" she shook him again. "Can you drive?"
She needed courage. She couldn't believe what she heard.
"I can… Bambina, is something~"
"Henry, gather everyone you can and…follow me…It's Tony."
She rushed into the basement. Henry was followed by Randy. Marcella picked up the weapons in there. She got herself a couple of handguns and a load of ammo.
"Arm yourself and call the cops. No, I'll call the cops," she said and rushed out.
"I am coming with you too, Bambina," Randy followed her.
"No!" Marcella shook her head. "No, Randy. You are going to stay here and guard Joey with all that you have," she held his shoulders and her eyes met with his.
"By all, I mean ALL. You use everything at your disposal and protect Joey. Do you hear me?" she asked.
Randy nodded. "What's wrong, Bambina? Is it Romano?" he asked.
