The scene begins inside the living room, where a duffle bag and luggage case rests near the doorway as Dorito is walking down the stairs from his room, carrying a bottle of water as he walks on the floor. Alicia sits on the loveseat on her knees, looking over the back of the couch at Dorito as Molly sits at the dining table eating a sandwich while in her pajamas.

Alicia: Look, mom said he was alright.

Dorito: That's not the goddamn point of it! He is my father, and to get told what Michael did is just unheard of. I'm gonna kill him, you know that right?

Alicia: Just chill out.

Molly: Yeah, mellow out motherfucker.

Dorito: Mellow out? Mellow out?! I just got off the phone with mom thirty minutes ago and she said his blood pressure has skyrocketed back up to 260 when they had finally dropped it down to 180 from being over 300 when he first came in. Plus he just got transferred from his room to ICU. And to hear that my cousin, told my mom that he didn't want to help my dad when he was pale as could be and nearly passed out on his feet, and would not take him to the hospital, where he's been for two days now?

Alicia: But you just can't hop on an airplane and fly to Germany. You've got obligations.

Dorito: Cancel them.

Alicia: I can't. You asked for the match, and Kylie booked it. It took you two months to get this rematch with Loanwolfe for the Ironman championship, and you're just throwing it away?

Dorito: I'm not throwing it away.

Molly: Too bad you weren't selling the title shot, get something for not being there then.

Dorito: So Kylie has to find a replacement or postpone the match a week or something, big deal.

He takes a drink of water from the bottle as he paces about.

Alicia: He'll be okay, I know he will.

Dorito: But you're not hearing me! I'm going home, and I'm gonna fucking kill Michael. It's as simple as that.

Alicia: Yeah? And then what? That's Deutschland, your home country, not America where you got off with a slap on the wrist and six months in prison for killing Sonic. There, there I don't even know what they'd do to you. And you could probably say your career goodbye. Because do you know how many people would want to get in the ring with a two time murderer?

Dorito: I...

Alicia: DO YOU?!

He hangs his head down for several seconds, Alicia just staring at him while Molly takes another bite out of her sandwich and chews.

Alicia: I don't know why he would've done something as stupid as that, it doesn't make sense to me at all. But I know this, he's family. And if you go about knocking off family members, you're not going to get invited to any family reunions now that you are allowed to leave the country for personal reason that doesn't have to deal with going to England or Japan or wherever for wrestling. And if I'm associated with you, it means I won't be invited to any family reunions either, get it? And it pains me to see some really nice people get tortured by your soul. But I can't help it your parents tossed me aside when I was born because they couldn't take care of me when they were just teenagers. I really can't.

A few more seconds pass, then Dorito raises his head, his hair falling to his sides.

Dorito: Come with me.

Alicia: What?

Dorito: Come with me to Germany, see our father in the hospital.

Alicia: No. Kylie is giving us an opportunity to be at Madness, and if this is to be our last show, then dammit, we're going out with a bang. And we're gonna rock her rave into a full-on riot, regardless of what celebrities she has there, the trampy whore. And what the fuck was up with that Lexi Lohan getting on top of you in the locker room?

Dorito: I don't know. But if you're not coming, then I'm going.

He picks up the duffle bag and grabs the handle to the luggage as a soft horn is heard.

Dorito: There's the cab.

Alicia: Please, D, stay. Come with to Sacramento. I'm scared and I don't know what Kylie is going to do with us, and Chris won't be there either.

Dorito: I'm sorry, I can't. My dad turned away from me after I killed Sonic, and this is my best chance of getting him to look back in my direction. And you have no idea what it feels like to have your father turn his back on you for something you wish you could have never done in the first place.

His eyes start to get red, with a watery look to them.

Dorito: So please, take care, be safe in Sacramento, kick Kylie's ass for me, and please, feed CJ. Ever since she got that call about an audition for Playboy, she's been starving herself. So please, feed the models.

Alicia: Alright, come here.

Dorito walks over to Alicia, and she wraps her out-stretched arms around him and gives him a hug and kiss on the neck.

Alicia: Take care.

Dorito: I will.

He turns back, looking at Molly.

Dorito: Want a hug? Or maybe a quickie?

Dorito smirks as she just has her jaw hanging for a couple of seconds.

Molly: Uh, fuck you?

Dorito: Thanks, but I gotta go so we'll do that when I get back? Mm'kay?

She gives him a middle finger as he walks toward the open door, dragging his belongings with him, and exits the house, shutting the door behind him, and the scene fades out.