A favour.

"What the fuck do you want?" Brin spat.

"I want one of yer to kill my pops."

Max and Brin looked at each other. "Excuse us?" Max questioned not sure she heard properly.

"Look sweethearts my pops is long pass his sell-by date, and instead'a taking care of Family bin'ess he's too fucking obsessed with getting his legs working, and now dat he got dat right he wanna fucking sell genetic Viagra."

"With the greaser out of the way I take control of the Family as the oldest son"...

.."And you want us to do the dirty work" Max interrupted.

"Look if you take care of this, you got my word I'll let yer go, I got no fucking use for freaks of nature, and I don't need no trouble from the government. You snap the old mans neck barra bing we square, forget about it, what you say?"

"And if we refuse" Brin inquired. "Den you die" Vinnie said simply.

"So the china chick goes and takes out the old man, and you wait with me, I'll see that all the cameras in the house are down. Whatta yer say?"

"Fine" Brin answered.

"Brin" Max protested, "hey if it gets us out of here, I'll do it" Brin shot back, "sides that sick fuck has to get what's coming for using us"...

..."You wait here."

Brin opened the door and peeked out before leaving Max with Vinnie.