As a black town car skirts to a halt, a freshly incarcerated Benvolio pleads with his aunt and uncle that he alone can handle his dear cousin. The camera pans right, and we are introduced to a love-torn Romeo. Perched on top a wall overlooking the desolate Verona beach—a hotbed of organized crime and violence—the disheveled youth, casually wearing what must be a wide-spread peak lapel Tom Ford-era Gucci tuxedo and mismatched unbutton dress shirt, scribbles away at his notebook. A zoom and the unmistakable jawline of late 90’s Leo comes into clear view. Unable to rid his mind of fair Rosalind, Benvolio insists Romeo vacate to a local watering hole, aka a pool hall.