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- Good boy Dino!

Yeah!

Good boy Dino.

Good boy.

- Keep that fucking
thing away from me!

- You know why we're here.

Where is it?

- I don't have it.

- Mmm. You don't have it
huh? You fucking scum bag!

- We know you have it.

Where's the journal?

- Ha! I fucking ditched it.

Your never going
to find it asshole!

- Ritchie. You always knew
this day was coming.

Now if you don't
tell us where it is,

we're going to
find your daughter

and we're going
to make her tell us.

- We're going to make
her tell us where it is.

- Good fucking luck. Huh?

- You don't even care
about your own daughter?

- I said good fucking luck.

- Good luck to you.

2 Dead 2 Kill

- "The world is still reeling off

the announcement of possible

intelligent life discovered by
NASA scientists last week.

German astrophysicists
confirming the findings today".

- "We observe today,

not a victory of body,

but a celebration of freedom.

Symbolizing an end..."

- What's wrong with you?
Hey Mase!

Don't worry about Sal.
Will you stop with Sal?

Let me buy you one of
those fancy scotches.

Hey, what is it Lagafeild?
Lagavin?

- Lagavulin.

- Hey Mase.
I want you to do me.

You never call me!

- Fuck!

- Buenos noches mi amigo.

- Goddamn Sal.

I don't know how
they do it in South America.

But in this great country,

midnight means midnight!

- Don't beat me up my friend.

You call last minute,
I arrive last minute.

- You'd be sucking dicks in

Rickers for 300 years
if it wasn't for me.

Just give me my shit.

- I acknowledge all
your valor my friend.

But this is ancient history
we're talking about.

You haven't been
an agent for years.

But you still call,
I still come. Every time.

I have overhead you know.

- Get the fuck out of here.

This is the last time anyway.

- Okay okay, my friend.

- Mason damn it!

Really? Again?

Dealing with that slim ball?

And you had to do it here?

I wish you would
have locked that guy up

when you had the chance.

- Someone will
do it eventually.

It's inevitable.

- Yeah? Well it can't
happen soon enough.

Jean Teally
O.D'd a month ago.

You can not trust Sal.
- Yeah, Okay.

- That shit is going
to kill you one day.

- I am too dead all ready to
kill.

Jesus Christ!

This isn't my fault
and you know it!

I'll kick it.

How's your father?

- He's been laying low.

Kind of like you.

- Whenever Richard Cory
went down town,

We people on the
pavement looked at him:

He was gentlemen
from soul to crown,

Clean favored,
and imperially slim.

And he was always
quietly arrayed,

And he was always
human when he talked;

But still he flooded pulses
when he said "good-morning",

And he glittered, glittered,

when he walked!

And he was rich.
Oh! Oh oh yes! Yes!

Richer than a king,

And admirably
schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought

he was everything
to make us wish

we were in his place.

And so we worked,
we worked!

And waited for the light,

And went with out meat,

and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory,

one summer night,

went home

and put a bullet
through his head.

All right tell me again about
Valenzuela. Where's Dino?

- He's in the back getting...

- Was I fucking talking to you?!

- Dino's in the back
getting washed up.

He got a little messy.

- You follow him
for half the night

and you can't get him alone?

He could barely
walk for Christ's sake!

- Boss, we were
watching him for hours.

- I said shut the fuck up!

For the second time,

shut the fuck up!

God you piss me off!

- He went to see his
daughter at Gina Marie's

like he does every
Thursday night.

We saw the journal.
He took it out.

The guy drank twenty
espresso's. No bathroom break.

He gets up, He leaves.
In two seconds he's in a cab.

- Then what?

- He gets dropped off
at a book store on Alex.

People every where.
Lights every where.

Goes inside orders
another coffee.

- So jacked up on caffeine,
he just hobbled away?

He has had a bullet in
his leg from 10 years ago.

I know.

I put it there.

- I think he made us at that point.
- You think he made you, huh?

Goes to a book store he
knows better than his dick.

Gets more coffee so
you know he's got to piss.

Goes into a bathroom he's
been in a million times before.

Wait a second...

You know you may be right.

He might have made you.

- Well, we caught up to him.

- Oh what a fucking great job.

Oh sure, you caught him.
You caught him.

As a matter of
fact you killed him.

What a great job.
And you killed him.

You killed him!

You killed the
only guy in the world

who knows where my
8 million bucks of smack is.

- Ritchie ain't never talked
his whole life. You know that.

He obviously
ditched the journal

at The Eagle or
at the bookstore.

- All right here's
what your going to do.

You're going to go
back to the bookstore.

Then you're going
to go into the alley.

If you don't find it,

then Dino is going to
have another big meal.

It ain't going to be Alpo.

Get out of here.

- Hey boss, I got one more...

- Welcome.

I am Anna Falactic and we are
here with Doctor Gestim.

Perhaps the worlds
foremost astrophysicist's

and esteemed business man.

Thank you for being here.

Doctor, I for one am in
shock, about this discovery

which may be the most
profound in our history.

- I am only glad I have
lived long enough to see it.

Can we really see
it doctor? Or them?

Isn't it just light
waves at this point.

- Well, it maybe
much more than that.

Let us consider what is known.

The star that could be
considered this planets sun,

is approximately
40 light years away.

That is 250 trillion miles.

It gives off a tremendous
amount of light

which obscures the view
of the tiny planet in question.

- Okay doctor,
when will we know for sure

that we have found this
intelligent life? The hard
proof.

- Well at this point we can
only study the atmosphere

of the planet with the
HARPS spectrograph.

Using different filters and
instruments soon, we may

have a more concrete
analysis of the atmosphere.

To see if it can
sustain intelligent life.

- When will we know for sure?

- Well,

if we had a physical
presence on the planet.

And if we could capture
a sample of the atmosphere,

to send back to you,
you know, at the speed of light.

I could tell you for sure...

in 40 years.

- Why me?
- Frankly Detective,

not only were
you my first pick,

you're my only pick.

- And you're saying
only four people

will know I am undercover?

- It's a big deal to settle.
I know it's asking a lot.

- I got a reputation on the
street.

You think they're
going to go for this?

I hope there isn't a folded flag
in this for me when it's over.

It's going to be expensive.

- Millions.

- You just going to
print that money out?

- This is where I come in.

- That shit is going to
kill you one day.

- Fuck this shit.

Fuck.

- You checked the book store
yourself right? Huh?

You didn't send in
that rocket scientist.

- I went in myself.
Looked in every isle.

Went to the bathroom,
tore it apart. Nothing.

- So asshole, what happened?

- Couldn't find nothing boss.

I even went in there

and smacked around
the book clerk a little bit.

You know what i am saying?
I guaran-fucking-tee you

he don't know nothing.

- I went back to The Eagle,

checked out every inch of
The Eagle and the alley way.

Nothing but junkies.

- Fucking Valenzuela.

I bring him in on this job
and he steals from me.

He fucking steals from me!

Steals from me.

Hmm.

You know what?
I just had a thought.

He passed the book off

to his daughter.

- Maybe he just told the girl
where the merchandise is,

so he can sell it
and get the money.

- He wouldn't tell her.

That would put
her in jeopardy.

Ritchie was a smart S.O.B.

Two geniuses I got here.

Find the girl,

and find the book.

- Let's find out
where she lives

and we'll meet her there.

- Perfect.

Gives you enough
time to clean up the dog shit.

-Fucking dog shit.
- That's your job.

- Feeling good.

I need help.

- Fucking mutt!

Keep the one pound shits
too you fucking cock sucker!

Fucking nice!

Good little doggy.

- It's 2 in the morning!
Who is this?

- It's Mase.

Please...

Please let me in.

- Oh god no no.
No fucking way.

I told you never to come
here when your on this shit!

- No. I...

I stopped.

Okay.

Come on. We got to get
you to the bedroom.

- I am so thirsty.

- What the hell was that?

- Allow me to formally
introduce ourselves.

My name is
Vincenzo R. Dictive

and this is my compatriot,
Amil Avril Nitrate.

We are friends of you fathers.

- I know who you
dick-wads are.

My father kept some
lousy company but,

you guys are pathetic.
What are you doing here?

- You know why we're here.

The journal.

- What journal? What the
hell are you talking about?

That's a pretty hot
outfit you got on.

You ever think about wearing
that to The Spread Eagle?

- Your fathers
little fucking journal

that he passed along to you.

- He didn't give me a journal.

- He did.

- He didn't.

- We saw him take out
his little fucking journal...

- Wait. Are you sick
fucks following me?

Yeah. He had the journal
at the restaurant.

But he always does.

- And slipped it to you.

- No he didn't!

- We'll see about that.

We're going to take
a walk to the bedroom,

have a little look see.

We know what you
were wearing tonight.

- Hey. I got a question.

You ever give anybody
a little lap dance

outside the alley
way of The Eagle?

- Mason Jars...

You don't look so good.

Whats he doing here?

- He's doing his taxes.
You know he comes over,

takes his clothes off,
get's on the bed

and starts doing
his taxes. It's crazy.

- Shut up!

Amil, take a look at
the great Mason Jars.

- Back up, funny girl.

The great Mason Jar.

A fucking junkie.

- I can tear this place apart

and do the same to you.

Either way your going to
tell me where that book is.

You know your father,

has made some very
bad decisions in life.

- Yeah? Like what?

- Like stealing eight million
dollars worth of heroin

from Alphonse Dente.
You fucking whore!

That's what...honey.
- Don't call me that.

I don't know anything
about the heroin

But I am not surprised.

- Fucking Ritchie.

He couldn't be happy
with a quarter of a million,

he had to have it all.

Now I am pissed.

I am getting
really fucking pissed.

Where's the book?

- I don't know!

- Give me the fucking
journal, you fucking whore!

I'll fucking blow your head off!

- I am fucking shot Vin!

Vin! I am really shot!

- Take it easy.

- Get up. Get over here.

- Take it easy?
I am fucking shot Vin!

- I see your shot.
We'll patch you up.

- Think the boss
is going to mad?

- Shut-up. Keep moving.
- Okay.

Either way,

we will get that book.

- Doctor, what
do you mean by

Antares is a super red giant?

- The star, Antares, is
massive.

In fact, it is 800 times
larger than our own sun.

It's size and reddish color

categorize it as a
red super giant star.

It is so large,

that if it were placed in
the center of our solar system

where our sun is,

it would eclipse
the orbit of Mars!

- Is Antares the reason
why we haven't seen

the newly discovered
planet MD10835.

- No Antares has
obscured MD10835

from our view
from earth until now.

Our orbiting position
needed to be correct.

- Okay. So that's the
reason we can receive

these light pulses
of information?

- Precisely.

About 92 percent of the time,

the planet is directly
behind Antares.

Completely blocking
it from our view.

- So what of
this intelligent life?

I mean, do they
want us to find them?

What kind of fuel do they use?

These are
the kind of questions

that I need you to answer.

- How do you feel?

- Kinda like that song.

Some night huh?

Thank you.

I never would have
made it without you.

I'd be dead.

- Dead again.

You wouldn't have made it
without me again.

And I should probably
say the same to you.

- Who were those guys?

- They knew you.

- Now they know me better.

- Mase.

I think my father is dead.

One of the guys
from last night,

I see him sometimes
at the Spread Eagle.

He comes busting in here,
flashing a magnum,

and sporting my dad's

blue star sapphire ring.

I mean I would know
that ring anywhere.

My father ran in some
unsavory circles.

Some drug kingpin named
Dente sent them over.

My father stole something.

Something big.

- Dente.

He was selling on street
corners. Shaking down pimps.

Street tough though.

Real bad news.

When I was undercover,
I used him to get to his
bosses.

He's a kingpin now?

What's your father doing
with scum like that?

- Well,

I never told you this. But...

when a job was going down

my father would be the guy to

acquire and read schematics,

plan escape routes and stuff.

He knew how to time traffic
lights and stuff like that.

- Do you know what
they were after?

- Heroin.

What he took, what's
probably in that journal,

is the location of millions
of dollars worth of heroin.

My dad's probably lying
in an alley right now.

And they're just
not going to stop

until they find
that damn journal.

- Journal.

- Where'd you get that?
That's my dad's journal.

What the hell are
you doing with it?

- Found in the back alley of
The Eagle last night.

Found something under my
seat. I just pulled it out.

I didn't think much of it.

I just took it
and headed home.

I was in bad shape
if you remember.

- My dad died for that journal.

He crossed off his
jobs one by one.

Kept the information
coded incase

the authorities
ever got a hold of it.

- If he did hide the drugs,
maybe he moved them.

And he crossed off the hints
to the prior hiding spots.

Hey.

They're right.

- Who's right?
Right about what?

- Dente and his thugs.
They're right.

Now you do have the journal.

-Can't believe Jars
isn't dead yet.

Fucker overdosed
twice all ready.

He's got more lives
than a damn cat.

Oww!

- You all right?

- Yeah. I am okay.

- Hey, maybe the chicken
flinched. I know I did.

Maybe you need to get your
eyes examined or something.

- Shut the fuck up.

What do you think Vin?

- I think you got
a lot on your mind.

- Let me have the chicken.

- Here you go.

That's a good one.

- Amil.

Put that rump roast there.

Keep it there, still.

- Asshole. Holding an ass.

- I was kidding about the

the eye exam thing.

- Owwww!

Oh God!

Ahhh!

Oh my...

- Maybe I do need
an eye exam.

Next thing Dino is going
to have in his mouth

is your head.

Amil. Look at me!

Rory, follow me.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- Can't you keep your
fucking mouth shut?

I'll shoot you myself.

- Jars pop's into
The Spread Eagle

to chat with a girl.

- He also meets Deuce
Secondos fucking Sal there

to get his shit.

- Secondo? Really?

You know when I was
earning my stripes there

Jars was undercover.
He bagged them.

He bagged a lot of big guys.

- So you should thank him.

- Thank him?!
- For making you number one.

- Thank him huh?

Yeah, when he's in a hole.
That's when I'll thank him.

When he gives me my
merchandise, my shit,

then I'll thank him.

Then I'll put him
in a hole myself.

- That's damn
good thinking A.D.

That's why your numero uno.

- I appreciate that.

Here's what your going to do.

You going to
follow them both.

And when you see that
they have my merchandise,

you get it.

Okay?

Then...

I want you to kill them both.

- No no no. I...promise you.

I promise you, okay?

You'll get the money.
And soon.

- We're growing impatient.

Just...just listen to me
for a second okay?

Please. Please.

Just relax.

- Next time we do not call.

Who is your dog by the way?

What is his name?

Dino?

- My dog?

Yeah. Yeah. His name is Dino.

- What do you get about
4 miles a gallon in this thing?

- Yeah, if I am driving
downhill and with the wind.

- You pay 300 bucks a month
to park a thousand car.

- I just keep it to drive to
Yonkers and back really.

- You know, there's a chance
we may find something

unpleasant up there in Yonkers.

- Shit.

I was wondering if
you were going to mention

something like that.

I don't need to see a body.

Not yet. Not now.

- I don't either.

Not too obvious.
You get a look at him?

- A look at who?

- The guy in the Lincoln.
Don't stare.

No need to get him riled up.

So surprised that your here.

They'd expect to
see you eventually.

But I don't think
they expected me.

I don't think he'll bother us.

He just wants to make sure
that we don't walk out of here

with a hundred
pounds of heroin.

- Yeah? I'd say they were here.

Wow.

What a mess.

- Did he have
anything else of value?

- As a matter of fact he did.
I am looking for them right now

and I don't see them.

He had a lot of
first edition books.

All classics. I mean they
were his pride and joy.

- Which books?

- Madame Bovary

Tom Jones

Dangerous Liaisons

Lolita.

- I know those books.

Hot stuff.

- I even bought him
a first edition of

The Picture of Dorian Gray.

- Oscar Wilde.

- The books that are left here
are not the pricey first
editions.

There used to be trunk here.

A big one.

You can actually see where
the dust marks were.

- Maybe it's time to crack
open this journal.

- All right.

- We are still in a
technological adolescence.

Maybe fifty years with most
significant break throughs

occurring in the last twenty.

That is a nanosecond
in space time.

It is logical to reason,

that alien life is far more
advanced then we are.

- So did we stumble upon a
life form similar to our own?

- We're likely made of the
same basic elements.

The ratio,the size,the distance
of the planet with stars.

Strikingly similar to our own.
I would say yeah.

- Okay. So these light pulses
what exactly do they contain?

- We intercepted these pulses

and believe they
contain information.

A lot!

It seems they have the
ability to harness light

with out the need for
any type of fiber optics!

It is quite...

remarkable!

- Panic Miser.
Could that be Dente?

- Possibly but
what's circular bins?

None of this makes any sense.

Panic Miser's on the
top left corner,

like it's addressed
to someone.

- Could be you!

- Who else would
he trust with this?

- He never called me anything
close to Panic Miser.

When I was a little girl
he used to call me princess.

We're grasping at straws!

- What?

- It's just spanish for "damn".

- What's the spanish
word for princess?

- "Princesa".

It's an anagram!

- Mi princesa?

"Y" "C" "N"...

"Y" "C" "N"... "C" "N"...

NYC!

- New York City!

And the rest rearrange
to form public library.

- New York City
Public Library!

- But there are
some letters left over.

"A" "S" "S"...

Bingo! "S" "A" "S".

As in the
Sumner A Schmidt building!

Okay, he must want me
to go to the library.

Go to that branch!

Yea. Let's go.

- Nice and easy.

Mason Jars.

I heard you were dead.

- I get that a lot.

- Your with
Alphonse Dente I assume?

- You assume right.

We taking this to my car.
It's roomier.

Agitate the gravel honey.

- Don't call me honey.

- Get your ass out of here!

- Jesus, if you let us go
we will have it.

- You two ain't
leaving my side

until I get that
shit in my trunk!

- Well with a gun in our face,
we won't look real well.

- Well you better get used
to it real fast honey!

- Don't call me that!

- Well okay.

If that's how it has to be...

I guess I'll have to
look in the journal

and see where we're going.

- Real easy.

I gotta take this.
No sudden moves...

honey.

- Is this Alphonse Dente?

- Yeah, who the fuck is this?

- I heard you been busy.

- Oh, it's been awhile Jars.
I heard you were dead.

Where's Rory?

- You mean this big lunk
head? He's taking a nap.

- You know Jars, just
give me what's mine.

- Give us a day
and you'll have it.

- But I want your guarantee.

When you get
your merchandise,

Donna and I will be left alone.

All debts paid in full.

- You have my word.

- You'll be hearing
from us soon.

- What did he say?

- As soon as he gets his drugs,

he's gonna kill us both.

- If I had to draw a picture of
a woman working in a library,

that'd be it.

- Come back when
your hair is blue.

- Excuse me ma'am?

My friend and I
are looking for a book.

We're on a scavenger
hunt of sorts.

The only clues that we have
are some letters that we think

is an anagram and
some boxed numbers.

This does look familiar to me.
The decimal point.

But number 64
doesn't quite fit.

- Fit what?

- The dewey decimal system.

Now why are they in squares?

- Squares.

Box of squares.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- 822.8

Does that catalog as anything?

When she said squares,
I realized what it meant.

- Oh these darn contraptions.

- I just gave her
the square routes.

Daddy had some tricks
up his sleeve didn't he?

You would have gotten this
far eventually on your own...

honey.

- Could it be The Importance
of Being Earnest? By...

- Oscar Wilde!

- Cowards lie is Oscar Wilde!

- There you go! Come on!

- Thank you!

- Oh!

- Wow! He liked Oscar Wilde huh?

- My father did.

I gave him this book!
This exact book!

I recognize the grey cover.
The peeling here.

I gave him this
at the same time as

The Picture of
Dorian Gray except

this one wasn't a first
edition.

- How would the library have

the actual book
you gave your father?

- I don't know. But he led us
right to it. Didn't he?

There is nothing in here.

- There is.

There's a lot in this book.

This book is about a guy
who leads a double life.

He steels. He lies.

But he comes
full circle in the end.

- Yeah? Okay, but
what's your point?

- Well your father made
some bad choices.

He worked for Dente.

Maybe something went down
that he didn't like or agree
with.

And he decided to take
matters into his own hands.

He's using this as a
metaphor for redemption.

Redemption after death.

Earnest loved a
woman in this book.

In your fathers case,
the woman,

is you.

- Yeah. All of that
makes sense. But...

What about the stolen drugs?

What about the other
books that are missing?

- Excuse me? What do you
with books that are donated?

Rare, expensive books?

- They're inspected,
and categorized.

And most of them eventually

make there way
back to the shelves.

- Can you look in your
computer and see if a

Mr. Richard Valenzuela made a
donation in the last few days?

- I can tell you that my
computer won't show anything.

Because...

I processed that
donation myself!

What a beautiful
collection of first editions!

It will take weeks to
go through them though!

- Where are they in the
meantime? Can we see them?

- I am afraid not.
They are in the basement.

No, it's like a vault down
there.

Now I am so sorry
but will that be all?

- No. When can we
see the books.

- Oh, it'll take a few weeks
to go through them all.

- Thank you for your time.

- Oh. Oh, one more thing.

If you do talk to
Mister Valenzuela

please assure him that I will

return the gorgeous
antique chest

that he brought the books in.

Oh, it's so beautiful,
but it's so heavy.

- How heavy?

- Yeah boss?
- Save the shit for later.

I have another
assignment for you.

- Okay.
- And this time moron,

do not,
do not fuck it up.

- Okay.

You old fuck!

Holy shit!

You got to be shitting me!

- So he donated the
books to the library.

And put the drugs in a
false bottom of the chest.

- Damn good hiding spot.

- Why don't we just tell him
where the chest is

and let him figure it out?

- You think that's what
your dad had in mind?

- Okay. So now what?

Do we get it ourselves?

I mean the librarian said
it's a vault down there.

- Well,

to an elderly woman from
Scarsdale, a locked room

and a 65 year old
unarmed security guard

might seem like a vault.

Okay. We're alive as long as
Dente doesn't have his drugs.

But we're dead if
he doesn't get him.

- Oh god. I wish we
could just get the drugs,

sell them, and just go!

- You might be onto something.

I have an idea.

But I may have to call
your least favorite person.

Buenas noches mis amigos!

- Take a shot of this.

- Why?
- Your gonna need it.

- Why is that?

- Your going to give me the
number and address

to Deuce Secondo's
private club.

- That's a lot more
than a favor mi amigo.

- It's important.

- It better be.

'Cause he'll cut your nuts off
if you waste his time.

And maybe he'll cut mine off...

just for fun.

- Last time.

- We have everything
we need for tomorrow?

- Schematic, two duffle bags
that fold up nicely.

And should fit
under your shirt.

- Why two duffle bags?

- Two 50 pound bags should
be easier to handle than one

100 pound bag
don't you think?

- I got to hit it.

- Why are you doing that?

- Everyone thinks
I'm still using.

Let the Deuce
keep thinking that.

On the outside it doesn't seem
like a real rational decision

screwing Dente
out of his own merchandise.

- I beginning to wonder how
rational this decision is
myself.

- Deuce has a long
history with Dente.

He is going to go for this
deal.

We take the money,
and we blow out of town.

Go back to your apartment
and wait for me, okay?

- He's clean.

- You don't look so good Jars.

- Shit, you look like
a million freaking bucks!

- I hope I look a lot
better then that!

- Hey, this better be good.

- I guess you heard about how
Dente missing stash by now?

- It rings a bell.

- Well I'll have it my hands
by tomorrow night.

- Now you got my attention.

And where would it be now if
I may be so bold as to ask.

- Only I know where it is.
And it's going to stay that way

'til tomorrow night.
8 million uncut.

That's 20 million on the
street.

Yours for 2 million.

- And your on the run, for the
rest of your miserable life.

- I'll be on fucking Pluto.

I'll be out of here for good.

- You know it's funny how
things change. Huh Jars?

Not long ago you were
king kong badass huh?

You were the ruler of the
planet. Now look at you now!

You're a strung out
fucking junkie

ripping off the guys
you used to put away.

- This deal may break Dente.

Who knows how much
of this stash is financed.

He may have to
blow town too.

You'll be number one man
on the east coast.

Do we have a deal?

- You know Jars
back in the day,

you were looked upon as a
kind of straight shooter.

I hope your
current dilapidated

fucking condition
hasn't changed that.

Deal.

- 4 o'clock tomorrow.

5th and 42nd.

- 5th and 42nd?

- The New York City
Public Library.

- The New York City
Public Library?

- It's public. Lots of people.

I know I'll get out of there.

- All right.
Now get out of here.

Come on.

- This better be good.

- Boss, I hope your
sitting down for this.

- What now?

- Jars just left this
private club with the Deuce.

- That snake in the grass.

The Deuce.

Did Jars have
the stash on him?

- No. The whole meeting
lasted about five minutes.

- This is has gone on long
enough. You keep following
Jars.

- He just split with the girl.

He's in the alley
on foot by himself.

- She'll be back
in her apartment.

Try to get there ahead of
Jars and surprise the girl.

I'll call Vin and have
him pick me up.

And Amil...

- Yeah boss.

- Surprise me for once.

Don't do anything stupid.

- Yeah, I won't boss.

Fucking asshole.

- Hey put your
fucking hands up!

Get them up cock sucker!

- There something you want?

- Yeah there's
something I want.

You know what
the fuck I want.

I want my 8 million
dollars worth of heroin

you cocksucker.

Give it to me and
no one gets hurt.

- No one gets hurt.

Safety is the
name of the game.

Yeah. Your safety is
up to me cock sucker.

- Funny you should say that.

- Ohhhh! Ohhhh my...

Ohhhh god.

You cock sucker!

Wait till Dente gets a hold
of your fucking girlfriend.

You mother fucker!

You cock...

You fucking scum bag!

- "And topping
the news today,

two murders and a robbery
in less than 24 hours.

There was panic
in central city today

after a gun battle erupted..."

- The late great Mason Jars!

- That's an
exaggeration isn't it?

- Just a prediction.

You were trying to cut me out
of my own merchandise.

- The journal
was meant for me.

Yeah Mason helped but he's
still hooked on that shit!

He's not good for
anything anymore!

- Yeah, he was good
enough to get the journal.

Good enough to get my stuff.

Good enough to make a deal

with that sicilian barbarian!

- You killed my father
you son of a bitch!

- Don't point that
gun at me honey.

- Don't call me that!

- Be very careful with that.

I'll shoot your boyfriend.

- Woah! Everyone calm down.

- "In a land mark discovery,

scientists have now began
to decipher the light pulses

coming from the new planet.

It appears to be the summation

of this planets entire culture,

history,
and knowledge.

The inhabitants of the
planet seem to have anticipated

a cataclysmic event that
would end their world.

The light pulses are
described as a manifest

of their success as a species.

No wars or violence have
been uncovered in the records.

Given this

the decision to send
this message to earth

is a truly beautiful
and unselfish act.

More to come".

- Fuck.

- Oh shit!

- Fuck!

I told you!

Get rid of the gun.

Drop then fucking gun!

Get rid of it!

Put your hands
behind your head.

Or I kill her.

- Well what's it
going to be Jars?

The stash or the girls life?

- The drugs are hidden
in a secure area.

In the basement of the library.

- Damn library again huh?

Okay.

Vinnie.

Vinnie!

- Excuse me.
Were you in a movie?

- Uh, excuse me?

- It's just...
oh god you look so familiar.

You know I have to
take a picture of you,

because my friends
are totally going to go...

Oh!

- Oh!
Let me help you with that.

- Got a nice ass.

You fucking her?

- My friends are just
going to kill me

when they see
this picture. Thank you!

- Huh?

- You're a pretty
fancy performer kid.

- Donna and I will
go through that doorway

and make our
way to the basement.

- Shouldn't take
more than ten minutes.

- No. No.

No junkie.

You're going alone Jars.

She's staying here with me.

- Wait that wasn't the deal.

- This is my deal.

You are staying
here with me.

You are my collateral.

And let us hope

that you don't end up

as collateral damage.

The junkie goes alone.

- Then we have a deal right?

You walk out.

Donna and I leave
five minutes later.

It's over.

Is that right?

- Get out of here Jars.

- Another perfect
Manhattan Mr. Secondo?

- Enough with the
fucking Manhattans all right?

You know? I've been
doing some thinking,

some planning here.

- Glad to hear you
say that boss.

This whole thing
can get pretty messy.

Jars double crossing Dente.

All the drugs, all the cash

All the heat you all ready
have.

- What the fuck are
you talking about, huh?

I'am talking about
when that scumbag Dente

winds up in the hills
in Naples milking goats.

And I am the number one
man on the east coast!

I going to need myself
a nice little private jet.

You know what I mean?

Hey, can I get a
fucking drink over here

before the next eclipse?
Jesus Christ!

So I'm wondering what kind of
jet should I get huh? The G 4?

Or do you think I should go
crazy and get the G 5?

- The G 5! Get your license,
you can fly it yourself! Huh?

- Now your talking Anthony!

Come on lets go.
I am fucking getting antsy
here.

I am going punchy. Come on.

Hope your library
card ain't expired!

- Jars at 4 o'clock.
I'll get there early.

- Here. Keep the change.

I wouldn't drink that
with your mouth.

- I hope your boy doesn't get
lost down there sweet heart.

- Well, it's really a two person
job. There is a lot to carry.

Especially for somebody
in his condition.

- Aww.

His condition.

That's sad.

You know I think i would worry
more about your condition.

Especially if he's not
back here in 2 minutes.

- He'll be here.

- Aside from being a
pain in the ass.

Your father

was a very decent employee.

Must have loved
your mom a lot.

'Cause he always...

looked at her eyes.
Very sweet, sweet.

You got her eyes.

- You know no matter
what happens after this.

I want you to
understand something.

Dealing these drugs?
That's what gets you off.

You're the fucking junkie here.

And if there ever comes a time
when you lose you power...

you'll be dead as Amil.

- That's what you think.

These drug deals are
what gets me off.

- It better be real.

- The other bags propped
behind the door.

It will only take a second.

- It's good.

Why am I so surprised?

Go ahead boy. Go ahead.
Get more.

- I'll take that Jars.

- Hey!

That's my shit!

Secondo.

Second!

Sicilian moron!

You know something Segundo?

You're always...

you're always going
to be second rate.

- I am going to put a
price tag on your head!

Yeah, you won't be
able to take a piss

without looking
over your shoulder!

And ain't forgot about that
goddamn bitch of yours either!

- Keep you voice down.
It's library.

- You son of a bitch!

You ugly dumb prick!

- Woah!

I am really impressed.
You all recognize me. Huh?

Huh?

Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Let me tell you something.

I am going to have brunch
at the Russian Tea room.

- Nicely done detective!

Too bad it took you so long.

- Wait, this whole time?

This whole damn time?!

- Sorry I couldn't tell you.

Couldn't risk it.

- He got hooked on that shit.

I told you to be
careful my friend.

Mason Jars.

Another case closed. Air tight.

- Unlimited texting?
You guys went all out huh?

- Yeah, we'll send you a bill.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

So...

the way you found the journal

and the clues
all of that was bullshit?

- All real.

We knew Dente had
made a huge buy.

But we had to get him in the
same room as the drugs.

Red handed.

I did have to
improvise a little though.

I would think so!

You took down
the number one

and number two
guys in the city,

maybe the world at once!

In a library!

- But they all answer
to somebody.

- So your saying that the
number one is still out there?

The boss of it all? That's...

impossible.

- It all leads to
somebody or something.

- The crime,
the money, the influence!

Do you think he really exists?

- I do.

- Good to see you again!

Heard you been busy.

- Good to see you
too meine freund.

Things have been a bit...

hectic lately.

- Hello Donna.

- Hi.

- So how's the dog?

Dino?

- Oh, he's just fine.

Quite friendly actually.

Once again my friend,

I find myself in a
position of gratitude.

Putting away
Dente and Deuce. Oh my!

That will make my New York
constituents very happy.

Truly above and beyond.

- So to speak.

- That we are.

I am expanding horizons.

We may see a world of
peace very soon.

We will all profit.

- Wouldn't I be out of a job?

- Yeah.

You would be.

But...

we are not there quite yet.

Your next assignment.

I trust our
previous arrangements

will suffice this time also?

- Could this next
assignment get me killed?

- I though you were
too dead to kill?

- Who told you that?