Aerial view of DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN, WALL STREET; home to most financial entrepreneurs, bank accountants, government agencies and in glitz and glamour a pair of Christian Luoboutin "Louis Flat Black/Multi Strass" shoes, followed by the glimpse of a gray suit pant and black socks reveals the lips of a male---seemingly in his early 20's----with a toothpick in his mouth. VINTAGE JEWELRY SHOP-NIGHT. A woman, Early 20s, brunette, enters into the jewelry shop looking through all the valuables and accessories on the counter until something glistening enters her eye. A rare EMERALD BUTTERFLY PENDANT---the jewel itself must have been imported from somewhere in the caverns of Africa---its rarity must prove its exorbitant. A rare EMERALD BUTTERFLY PENDANT----carved to match the natural anatomy of the butterfly, lacquered in golden leaves and diamonds. But the emerald jewel itself is what made it stick out----if such an emerald would be seen in a jewelry shop here in Downtown Manhattan---its origins could have been from the emerald caverns of the Congo or South Africa---its rarity, nevertheless, must also prove its exorbitant. Excuse me, sir?-said the woman

She calls out to THE MANAGER, a male, late 50s, a veteran of the Great War, balding, approaches her across the countertop Yes. How can I help you, miss? The manager replied

How much is this pendant? Wouldn't mind if I bought this thing now, would you, good sir? The woman said. The manager, noticing what the woman is pointing towards, looks down and brings out the pendant, shining now more than ever than when it was encased in the glass display.

Oh, this beauty? Hmm. Well, I've got this pendant here shipped yesterday, one of my boys bought this from the captain after it came in from the harbor. Said it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Looks like it's for royalty. And you don't seem royal to me, miss. The manager excitedly said. The manager laughed at his own joke whilst the woman stood here just smiling along, waiting for a price. “For this pendant...at least $2,000,000.” the manager said.

“2 million dollars?! For a pendant of this size? Are you trying to scam me?” the woman in an enraged tone said. Though the woman was middle class, and she came down to the jewelry shop in her Sunday best, at most she was carrying about $30,000.

THE MANAGER defensively replied, “I'm sorry, ma'am. But the karat of the emerald is about 120 at most; that is high quality right there.” Distraught, she backs off from the counter, biting on her gloved thumb, thinking how she can change the price of this expensive jewel. She wanted it, desperately, but with the price that only a millionaire with the right assets and connections would see her beloved jewel bought by a wealthiest smug of the city. Just then, the BELL to the door RANG, signaling someone coming into the shop.

VINCENT, male, early 30s, a black and white striped fedora with a matching suit; the look of a gangster, looked around carefully throughout the shop and its ambience----a sense it was tense but still work-oriented. Looking around, he often caught glances with the woman, the manager and the jewels, which his dark brown eyes had peaked with no sense of interest---he wasn't there for the cheap ones. Suddenly, a voice on the far left SHOUTED his name, Vincent looked to the area of the noise and noticed ANTHONY, early 20s, brunette, and an employee waving towards, offering a smile towards Vincent, who returned the gesture. “Hey, Vincent! Long time no see!” Anthony humorously said.

“Ah, Vincent, my boy! Welcome! Welcome!” the manager ecstatically said.

VINCENT (cold/but vibrant in a sense): Evening, Anthony. Evening, Mr. Madej. Just here to collect my purchases, per usual.

THE MANAGER: Ah, yes! I've been expecting this for some time now. They're in the back; finest jewels your eyes could've seen, my boy.

VINCENT: Well, you know me,

THE MANAGER (in a mixture of Polish/English): Anthony, boy, get the jewels for Vincent !

ANTHONY: Hey man, there's something I've got to tell you later, but let me get the jewels right now.

VINCENT calming said, “Take your time.”

“Woman, I don't think it is fair for me to sell you this fine jewelry for such a low price, how do you expect me to make money and also feed my family?” the manager said.

VINCENT notices the commotion going on as he watches the woman exited the store, he turns his head to the counter where the clerk is putting a piece of jewelry back into its case. He walks up to the clerk admiring such fine arts and asks the manager the price of such a fine item. He buys the jewel and says his goodbyes to the manager and Anthony. Furthermore, he walks out of the store only to see the woman standing there with a sad face, he walks up to her, introduces himself, and yet she doesn’t seem to care, he lightens her  mood with a joke, and it seems to have worked as she puts on a smile. And to erase a bad evening, she invites him to her place. He finds her name is Caroline, and he compliments her for such an amazing name for an amazing girl. “Thanks.” Caroline flushed and not due to her makeup on, though not visible under the night. Vincent smiled warmingly, as he had never done so often, and tipped his hat in respect. Looking out into the night and knowing the streets of Manhattan well, he looked down at Caroline and in his head, questioned how she was able to make her journey to the shop without a few catcalls by hobos and strangers. “Did you walk here by yourself?” Vincent questioned. Her smile dissipating a bit, she looked down the sidewalk from which she came, and it was glaringly obvious that she came here——at night——by herself. “Well…yeah.” Caroline replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Vincent said in a protective tone. “A girl such as yourself should never be walking on the streets of New York with some support.” Caroline, who knows she could handle herself in even the toughest situations for a woman, was rather taken aback by Vincent’s statement and saw herself agreeing with him about it. “I guess you’re right about that.” “How about I drive you, huh?” Vincent asked, pointing in the opposite direction. “My car’s over there. I can drive you back to your place.” Looking to the direction Vincent was pointing at, she was astonished to see behind him a limited edition sports-car, what appeared to be a red 2000 Ferrari F50, a car brand her father long wanted to own in his life, and now she was seeing it in person owned by a man who she just met tonight. “Nice car.” She commended. “Thanks. But I do have more than this.” Vincent bragged a bit, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Y’know. It’s pretty late for a man such as yourself also.” Caroline spoke suggestively, rubbing his arm up and down, with Vincent taking notice. “Would you mind if you stayed over at…my place?” After a few minutes of some very sensuous driving, Caroline was fumbling with her keys as she was now in a messy, hot make out session with Vincent, who was trying desperately to take off Caroline’s blouse for some early action. She tried to stop him, but her words were muffled from the hot tongue action in their mouths, with Vincent taking the win in their tongue fight with their mouths covered in saliva. Vincent’s hands finally took off the last button of the blouse and now Caroline’s black bra holding up her voluptuous breasts were now in the open with Vincent quickly fondling one in his hands, causing Caroline to moan into the make out. Eventually, Caroline’s door finally opened into her apartment. Vincent picked up while she wrapped her legs around him, grabbing her keys in the process. Vincent kicked the door violently to close and though it would have attracted many of her neighbors, they didn’t seem to care about the consequences. Breaking out of the kiss, Caroline pointed to her right direction, indicating a room where they could continue their session. “M-my bedroom’s over there” Caroline said, panting like she just ran a marathon. Vincent chuckled and walked her to her bedroom while making her bra a little wet, making her moan a bit. Opening the slightly cracked door with his free hand, Vincent threw her onto the bed, causing Caroline to gasp a bit, but they both knew what they wanted to do at this point. “Are you ready?” Caroline asked heatedly, while taking off her blouse and jacket at the same time, with her bra now fully out in the open. Breathing heavily, Vincent slowly yet in haste, took off his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned body. “Clothes off.” He said with primal intent. Caroline, with a devious smile on her face, unhooked her bra and looked at Vincent with suggestion. “Come here.” as they both lie onto the bed with intensive desire as the night fades away…

 “Clothes off.” He said with primal intent. Caroline, with a devious smile on her face, unhooked her bra and looked at Vincent with suggestion. “Come here.” as they both lie onto the bed with intensive desire as the night fades away… Caroline wakes up the next morning to find Vincent Gone and a luxury jewelry box in place right on my nightstand with a tray of breakfast. She is flustered as the breakfast  had brought a faint blush to her cheeks. She opens the box and to her surprise she finds not the jewelry but a letter which seems to have her name on it. She reads the letter to quench her curiosity. And as she closes the letter, we see that it say

“ In time you and I shall meet again under the blue sky as love fills the air, your smile will the worth more than this jewelry I am holding, for I will keep it as a Souvenir till we meet again”

As time goes on, life seems to have gone back to normal, but it seems that very soon there will be a new mix in the family.

                UPSTATE NEW YORK 2 YEARS LATER

LITTLE BRIAN ran out of a building holding the very letter Vincent had left for his mother for he had managed to steal it from his mother’s box and BUMPED into a GUY He looks up, and we see that it's VINCENT, but VINCENT doesn't yet know that it's his son. HIS MOTHER CAROLINE runs out of the building looking for her son, only to see that VINCENT IS CARRYING him. THEY both STARE at each other as the silence grew, only to be broken with a chuckle from Brian as he put the letter into Vincent’s hand as Vincent puts him down. He invites me to get tea at the nearby tea house. As they both sit in this luxury tea house only found in New York, one can feel the heat of tension, and only with the help of the master was that silence broken. “ What can I get you?” He said. One expects this Master to be British. But he wasn’t instead an old man dressed in a tang suit with a mind of pure tranquility as he stood over them with a Warm smile. As he looks into their eyes with uncertainty, He offers them his favorite cup. They accepted his choice and he left then Vincent asked “How have you been?”. She looks at him with a dead expression. “ Do you hate me?” Vincent said. “ Why would I hate you?” Caroline said. “ I don’t even know you anyway I have something to do so if you will excuse me” she replies as she gets up. “ Who’s the kid?” Vincent asked(In his deep voice. “ That's my boy,” she replies. “ My boy is too right,” Vincent replied. “ What’s his name?” He asked.

“ Gelo or Brian” she said. “ Gold” he replied “Brian Gold”. “No, you know what i didn’t even know who slept on my bed until it was too late, Vincent Soprano Gold, middle son of David Soprano Tech Genius and under that mask is one of the deadliest man alive, just a phone call could get your head ripped off, Only God know how much more stuff has done or who is really is. And I slept with His favorite middle son, the next heir to the throne of vast wealth and pleasure, and I slept with him” she said. “ So,” He replied. “ Rumor has it that your family is part of the most dangerous mafia if not the leader. And I had a son with him, I don't want people to be coming for my or my son’s head due to some grudge he/she has with you. “ If you're scared then come live with me, you will be protected and won’t have to worry about anything. I can be with my son and teach him the ropes. After all, he is very young, and his brain is still developing, so it will be fun.” He said. She looks outside only to see her coworker carrying flowers towards her apartment. He had a crush on her for a very long time, and he has been rejected multiple times, but he seems to not understand. She looks at Vincent and says “Sure, but first you will have to help me”. She said “Okay, so what should I do? '' He asked. “ Pretend to be my Husband,” she requested. He tries to ask why, but he’s rejected, so he walks out of the tea house with her only to realize the situation when he sees a man holding the flowers walking towards them, he tells her that he is going to bring the car and tells her to get Brian as she stares in confusion. She calls her mom to bring Brian downstairs as her coworker approaches, he asks how she was doing, and she answers and as he tries to start a conversation with her and give her the flower Vincent pulls up with the Aston Martin One 77 and coincidentally Little Brian runs across the pavement to hug his mother even though he stumbles a couple of times, she picks and as her coworker tries to give her the flowers she rejects and said that the guy in the car is her husband, so she can’t accept the flower she gets into the car says goodbye to her mother and Vincent drives away, she asks if he isn’t going to go back, so they could pack their clothes, but Vincent brushes it off and tells her not to worry.

As time passes Brian moves in with his father and family who are not fond of Brian, he doesn’t care learn to be patience as he watches what his father does and how he does it Vincent also teaches many things like how to use a variety of weapons like gun, swords, axes he even taught him how to fight in many ways and styles from boxing to taekwondo, kungfu, Wu Tang Chuan and many more even though his mother doesn’t approve the father also teaches how to run a business and try to balance education and physical training while try to not spoil him.

 18 YEARS LATER

Father is still very fond of Brian and Brian Gold has also grown fond of his father where they have had a lot of memorable moments but when there’s good there is also bad. While he is enjoying everything with his father and the freedom he has. His other step siblings and stepmom hates him, and over the years we see his step brothers and sister get used by people except for him because he’s smart enough to know why people would approach him.

 18 YEARS LATER

Father is still very fond of Brian and Brian Gold has also grown fond of his father where they have had a lot of memorable moments but when there’s good there is also bad. While he is enjoying everything with his father and the freedom he has. His other step siblings and stepmom hates him, and over the years we see his step brothers and sister get used by people except for him because he’s smart enough to know why people would approach him Brian looks down at his shoes, reminiscing about his parents over a piece of jewelry all those years ago.But then, he spits out the toothpick and continues to walk with the men behind towards the elevators to get to the high floor of the skyscraper. He gets to the elevator, and then we go back. FIVE HOURS AGO in a MOTEL ROOM

MATEO, in his 20s, with his legs upon the glass table smoking a CUBAN CIGAR surrounded by his own men and other gang members from a Japanese mafia---the American Yakuza of some sort. Mateo smirks at ICHIJO, the leader of the Yakuza, over a secret plan confidential between them. “So that's how it is. That's how we get rid of Brian? Your boys are going to have to kidnap his designated driver when we arrive at New York. Tie and gag that bastard in an alleyway somewhere, and then one of your boys gotta pretend to be the driver.If this plan goes haywire, we have two options.We keep somewhere, let my family presume he is dead or ran off somewhere, therefore they would think he was never interested in the family business.Or Plan B:I have you all slit his throat and dump his body in the Hudson, and what's done is done.But these plans have only one outcome: I get the inheritance...and you guys get paid.” Mateo said

Mateo now leans closer to face Ichijo with a smug smirk on his face with a cigar in hand.”Do we have a deal”?He said. Brian stands outside the entrance of the mansion waiting for his driver to get here on time. As he does, he looks up into the starry sky and hums a little tune to himself with his headphones in it. Snapping him from his daydream is his car, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, and his driver now entering through the driveway, and with that Brian steps down the marble stairs and gets into the car, putting his feet on the seats as he doesn't care.

                 YUKO (Yakuza thug/Kidnapper):

Good evening, Mr. Soprano,  allow me to drive you to your family's reading today.

BRIAN (dejected, sighs):

It would be best if you didn't have to remind me, Asano. Dad's enemies, going to be coming after me and the rest of my blood. Damn, me talking about it makes me anxious, right now. Just drive me there as quick as you can, Asano

BRIAN (Anxious but excited):

Can't believe this day has finally come. Tell me this: Nineteen years of being caught up in this crazy family drama, and now the time to show, for it has finally come. Heh, the look on Mateo's face when he hears who Padre chooses. Just drive me there as quick as you can, Asano

YUKO:

Right away, sir.

Unbeknownst to YUKO, he doesn't realize that Brian now has his suspicions about him already. What he had forgotten what to hide was the tattoo on his right arm and on the back of his neck. Though not a member or a novice to the Yakuza, Brian knew that a tattoo symbol on the right was mostly associated with members of the Yakuza, who are considered to be low blood to the Soprano family. Secondly, his face was kept unshaven and gruffy. Brian knew that his driver was also kept clean to make him look professional despite the family he worked for and their dramas.

The Cullinan now drives away from the mansion, but as it does, Brian notices it's going in the opposite direction.

Now sticking to his suspicions, looks down at his watch and presses a button not commonly fond of watches----especially a Rolex. The button was one of many devices that connected to the car's autonomous systems, destabilizing manual control of the vehicle.

YUKO:

Sir, what's going o---?

Just as Yuko says that, he is stabbed through the neck from the backseat with a custom-made katana from a secret compartment from the car door.

BRIAN (cooly):

You guys really should have thought this through, you know?

As he slowly pulls out the katana from Yuko's now deceased body, he activates the car's computer system to his voice command.

BRIAN:

Adamo.

ADAMO (V.O.):

Yes, sir?

BRIAN:

Activate the car's security defenses.

Through the tinted windows, he notices a group of cars---definitely other Yakuza members that are part of this plan---approached the now parked Cullinan.

              BRIAN (full of bloodlust and rage):

We've got a pest problem.

ADAMO (V.O.):

Right away, sir.

And with that, Adamo, the computer system, activates the shielding systems and the turret guns----turning the once Rolls-Royce SUV into an effective BATMOBILE. Ichijo, at the head of the group, steps out of his car and notices

the car's transformation. And his men notice this too, almost all appearing perplexed and helpless. But snapping out of his perplexity, Ichijo turns towards his men and snaps them out of their trance, grabbing his pistol in the process. Ichijo is enraged however, the turrets begin to WHIRE and the group now know there can be no counterattack to this vehicle. At that moment, the turrets automatically fire, turning these once confident Yakuza members into nothing but just red mist, their car windows  completely shattered by the caliber of the guns. Those that survived the initial gunfire, now try to crawl away from the street now turning into a massacre and there is nothing one could do until they could call for reinforcements.