The sky was still bright when Martin got out of Nicholson's stretch Lincoln from Night Color Club.
The freshly face-washed Trio of Scoundrels were now full of vigor.
Nicholson put on sunglasses and yelled, "Party time! Party time, I can take on ten! No... twenty."
Leonardo glanced at the delusional old scoundrel and said straight out, "I don't want to attend your funeral tomorrow."
Martin slightly lowered the partition and said to the driver, "To my place." He raised the partition again, "I just got some good wine, and tonight is the Golden Globe Awards ceremony; we'll drink and watch the beauties."
Leonardo said, "It's a gathering of demons and monsters, what beauties are you talking about?"
Martin pointed at him, "You always have too much to say. Wait till you're drunk, and I'll call a beauty for you, call Gisele Bundchen."
Leonardo got angry and delivered a triple strike, "You think I'm afraid of those? If you can, bring Gisele Bundchen here!"
