Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai

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"Every day when one's body

and mind are at peace,

"one should meditate

upon being ripped apart

"by arrows, rifles,

spears and swords,

"being carried away

by surging waves,

"being thrown

into the midst of a great fire,

"being struck by lightning,

"being shaken to death

by a great earthquake,

"falling from thousand-foot

cliffs, dying of disease

"or committing seppuku

at the death of one's master."

(Continues to read)

(Door closes )

(Electronic buzzing)

(Car lock bleeps )

(Engine starts )

(Rap music)

I'll get you

the rest tomorrow.

No problem.

(Electronic buzzing)

(Interference)

(Man) 'Listen, Frank...

'Don't f*** around

with the boss's daughter.'

(Frank) 'Don't break my balls,

Uncle Joe.'

(Joe) 'A**hole, listen to me.

'She's been in and out

of psychiatric hospitals.

- 'She's a wacko.'

- 'Yeah, yeah...'

(Joe) 'Vargo has put the

family money in her trust fund.'

(Frank) 'I already know.'

(Joe) 'You'll get clipped.'

Are you finished yet, Uncle Joe?

- (Joe) 'You'll get whacked!'

- I'm not fu...

I'm not f***ing dead yet, so

let's get off the goddamn phone.

(Joe) 'Are you listening?

That girl's a f***ing wacko.'

(Frank) 'Yeah, I know.'

(Joe) 'Vargo's crazy about her.

- 'You know what "crazy" means?'

- 'Yeah, I know, Uncle Joe.'

(Turns radio off)

(Knock)

Excuse me, Mr Vargo. Sonny...

Louie Bonacelli's outside,

said you told him to come.

Thanks, Angie.

- Excuse me, I'll be right back.

- OK.

- I almost hit the number.

- What did you play?

I played my license plate

number. You know what?

My f***ing house-address number

came out!

(Both laugh)

Hey...

- Louie.

- What's up, Sonny?

Come on,

let's take a walk.

- Everything's set up?

- Yeah.

It's going down tonight.

I'm using my special guy.

What about the girl?

Morini put her on the bus...

to the seashore.

- Good.

- I don't feel good about it.

Handsome Frank's a made guy

and all. A good soldier.

- I feel a little bad.

- Forget about it.

Handsome Frank f***ed up. Pay

your respects at the funeral.

Yeah...

(Music from TV)

'Home in!'

'One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven.'

Have some more wine, Louise.

I don't want any more wine.

(Turns sound off)

(Frank) What the f***?

What do you want? My Rolex?

Whatever...

(Silenced gunshots )

Did my father

send you here to do this?

It's a good book.

(Louise) Ancient Japan

was a pretty strange place.

You can have it.

I'm finished with it.

(Pigeon coos )

(Louie)

I've got a bad feeling, Vin.

First Valerio calls me in for

a sit-down with Vargo himself.

(Louie) And now the bird.

Here, birdy-birdy.

Come here, you little f***er.

(Sighs )

Goddammit, this is ridiculous.

I can't write this small.

(Vinny) Can't we swag a fax

machine and get it to this guy?

It ain't the Middle Ages.

Come here, birdy.

I got him, Louie! Louie,

I got him. I got the sucker.

Little f***er, here we go.

Easy now, Mr Chicken, easy.

Mother of Jesus, Vin,

hold it still!

I don't want to hurt him.

- Ready?

- Yeah, OK.

Go home,

little birdy, go home.

(Bell tolling)

(Man's voice echoes )

'Sh*t! Sh*t!'

(Sirens wail)

'What's going on?

What's the problem here?'

(Gunshot)

(Whistles )

You little brat!

You want us to come up there?

(Boy) F*** you!

(Louie) Then you gonna get it!

- You little prick!

- Eat me!

(Vinny) Cocksucker.

Hey, Louie. What the f***

are you guys doing?

His mother went to work and

locked him in. He's mad as hell.

Vargo's waiting for us. You've

got bigger problems than this.

Johnny, you said the girl was

on the f***ing bus last night.

- What happened?

- She was.

I don't know what happened.

Let's go.

Come on, Vin, let's go.

(Indistinct conversation)

- Ghost Dog!

- Knowledge to knowledge, baby.

(Attacker) Sh*t!

How you doin'? How are you?

They're inside, waiting for you.

- Condolences on Handsome Frank.

- Thank you.

- My thoughts are with you, Joe.

- They're waiting for you.

- I'm sorry about Frank.

- Thank you.

Sorry about your nephew, kid.

They whacked him.

What are you gonna do?

That's the way it goes.

- Hey. Go in, they're waiting.

- Thanks.

Louie, how's it going?

(Knock on door)

I'm sorry we're late, Mr Vargo.

(Johnny) Mr Bonacelli was...

delayed on his way over.

Sit down.

(Sonny) Johnny,

step outside, have a smoke.

Sure, Sonny.

Mr Vargo.

We got a big problem here.

Seems like you're responsible.

Your mystery man f***ed up.

Morini told me

he put the girl...

..Mr Vargo's daughter,

on the bus.

He did...but she got off and

went to Handsome Frank's house.

You wanted Handsome Frank

whacked... So he got whacked.

From outside. I set it all up.

No traces, no nothing.

(Louie) Morini said

that she was on the bus.

Jesus, it's lucky

he didn't do her, too. Right?

lf he had,

you would be f***ing dead.

- This is not a good situation.

- Where is she? Is she OK?

Don't worry

about Mr Vargo's daughter.

We need to eliminate

the scumbag who whacked Frank.

Frank was one of us. His killer

needs to be...neutralised.

Erased from the planet.

For the past four years, he's

done maybe 12 perfect contracts.

Perfect. Like a ghost.

(Louie) He's valuable.

Totally untraceable.

lf he'd realised anyone would

be there, he'd have backed off.

He sure didn't know

that she was gonna...be there.

Louie, unless you wanna

be buried next to Frank,

tell us everything about

this mysterious, ghostlike,

(Sonny) untraceable

f***in' button man.

OK, OK. Er, let's see...

I don't pay him by the job.

He'll only work if I pay once a

year on the first day of autumn.

First day of autumn, I settle up

for that past year, see?

The first day of autumn...

OK, OK.

Let's skip that part.

Where does he live?

F***ed if I know.

That's the next strange thing.

I can't call him. He contacts me

only through a bird.

Since I first started

contracting stuff out to him,

the bird comes every single day.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Did you say he contacts you

through a f***ing bird?

Did I just hear that?

What particular

species...of bird?

It's a pigeon. It must be

a carrier pigeon or whatever.

Passenger pigeon!

They've been extinct since 1914!

Am I f***ing dreaming here

or what?

OK, Louie, forget about

the bird. Let me ask you this.

Tell me, what does

this mysterious guy look like?

He's a big guy.

A big black guy.

- He's what?

- He said the guy's a n*gger!

Maybe eight years ago,

I saw a guy, this guy.

'He was a kid

in a bad situation.'

(Man) Stupid-ass

motherf***er!

Get his ass up here!

You motherf***er!

What's the problem here?

'So l...

straightened things out.'

Anyway, about four years ago,

this big guy comes to my door.

This black guy, got a f***ing

pigeon on his shoulder.

F*** knows how he found me,

but he said he owed me.

I only saw him once after that

and we made this arrangement.

That's very touching, Louie.

Let me just backtrack

for a second.

The bird comes to your house

every day. Did he come today?

Yes, the bird

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