Vision without action is a dream. Action without vision is a nightmare. We should remember this.

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

V: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Zen Master: That depends - is someone clapping with you?

Not the brightest bulb on stage, are ya?