The sadistic drug lord Leventis dives for his gun.
A sandaled foot kicks him through a well-placed window and he plunges to his doom.
“Facilis descensus Averni,” mutters the sandaled stranger.
The police chief comes up and looks out the window.
“Hard way to go. But he had it coming. Thanks, Virgil.
Virgil nods and leaves.
A reporter comes up to the police chief.
“Who was that?”
“Don’t you know? He’s… Virgil-ante!”