At the Four Seasons Hotel, Martin and Bruce arrived at the café, found a booth, and waited for Vincent and Sophia to come over.
Bruce wondered, "How can a scumbag like you be afraid of Sophia? It doesn't make sense."
"Is your head filled with dog shit?" Martin reminded, "Sophia is my patron. I can't afford to suck up to her enough, let alone offend her. Since I can't offend her, with the way she conducts herself, how can I not be afraid?"
Bruce, with personal pain understood, "That makes sense."
Martin tentatively asked, "What about you, old Bruce?"
Bruce thought about rolling up his shirt and being a gentleman again.
Martin quickly added, "I didn't mean anything by it; I'm just trying to help you find the root of the problem and get rid of your psychological shadow."
Bruce seemed to be recalling a distant event, "Sophia saved me once."
