Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai Page #3

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- What?

See if he's dead.

I don't think

he's getting any older.

Roll him over.

(Sighs )

Now you really better shoot me.

There's no way

I'm gonna explain this.

F***in' Morini!

OK, shoot me.

Go ahead, kill me now.

I'm your retainer. It's against

the code of the samurai.

lf you're my retainer,

whatever that is,

then do what I tell you!

Oww!

- What did you that for?

- You told me to.

(Ghost Dog) I don't

mean you no disrespect.

Now you've got an excuse.

Tell them I attacked you both.

You better watch your back,

Ghost Dog!

Like you said, everything

seems to be changing around us.

Nothing makes sense any more.

(Ghost Dog)

I'm gonna take your knight.

(Ghost Dog)

Talking about ice cream?

It's amazing.

How the hell is he

gonna get it down from here?

(Man speaks Spanish)

(Raymond) Ah...

I gotta go.

I got business to take care of.

The sun's coming down.

(Cooing)

Yeah.

There is something

you could do for me.

(Coos )

Yeah.

(TV) 'And now,

my newest invention.'

'(Buzzing)'

'I can turn diamonds...

into jelly beans!

'But do you think I'm happy?

'No! I'm frustrated, frustrated,

frustrated, frustrated!

'You ask why? Felix the Cat

and his bag of tricks.

- 'It's magic!'

- 'I'll make a canoe.'

'Magic and more magic!'

(Banging)

(Sonny) I thought

we discussed this yesterday.

(Man) All I want is my money.

(Sonny) There's people here. We

can discuss this another time.

(Man) Every time

I have to come get my rent.

It's every three months.

(TV) 'I'll try to

get the bag like this!'

'It tickles!'

(Sonny) Sanchez,

I've got bigger problems.

I'll clear it up tomorrow.

Pay me that money

or I'll call the City Marshal.

Three months rent!

What kind of operation are

you guys running here anyway?

What? What?

I don't think the boss

buys your story, either.

Morini was family.

He was also my brother-in-law.

Sonny, I'm sad about

what happened, but I got shot!

You think

I'm making this up?

I don't know

what I f***ing believe!

Joe, Snake. Go to the garage,

get some cars.

First thing tomorrow,

take Mr Vargo

to his castle in the woods.

- Right now?

- No, next f***ing week!

Let's go!

(Old man) Passenger pigeon!

(Sonny) Somebody grab

the goddamn thing!

- Grab him, Vinny.

- Yeah.

I got him. Here you go.

(Sonny) Get out

with that flying rat.

Just get the message off him.

Send him home, Vinny.

It says, "lf a samurai's head

were to be suddenly cut off,

"he should still be able

to perform one more action...

"with certainty."

What the f***

is that supposed to mean?

It's poetry.

The poetry of war.

(Electronic buzzing)

(Car lock bleeps open)

(Engine starts )

(Dub reggae)

(Ghost Dog)

Excuse me, excuse me!

Step into

the alley, please!

(Man) OK!

(Children giggling)

(Bird squawking)

(Woodpecker)

'(Ghostly laughter)'

'(imitates laughter)'

(Car horn sounds )

Plan B.

(Bleeping)

Hello, I'm Bob Solo.

I'm with West Side Realty.

I have an appointment

with Mr Vargo.

How did you

get in the gate, Mr Solo?

Mr Valerio gave me the code.

It's very important. I may have

a buyer for the estate.

(Joe) Go inside, Sammy.

Check this out.

I'll stay here

with our Mr Solo.

Mind if I stretch my legs?

No, you stay in the car,

Mr Solo.

OK.

Why don't l

give you my card?

Jeez...

You sonofa...

(Joe) Sonofabitch!

(Television blares )

Jesus, it's the f***ing birdman!

(Groans ) Ah, Jesus...

I've been expecting you.

It's you again.

You borrowed my book.

Goddammit! You shot me in

the same place as last time.

I'm your retainer.

I don't mean you no disrespect.

Besides, I don't want

to put too many holes in you.

Where's Sonny Valerio, Louie?

(Ghost Dog)

I'll see you later, Louie.

(Door closes )

(Louie) Vinny? Vinny?

(Vinny) I'm in here, Louie.

Wow!

(Ghost Dog) That's

a big bear you killed there.

Yep. The f***er

weighs about 300 pounds.

(Ghost Dog) Yeah.

It's funny. I didn't even know

it was bear-hunting season.

What are you, a game warden?

Some kinda Fed?

No, no. I'm just asking,

you know, just asking.

Well, I'll tell ya.

There aren't too many of these

big black f***ers left here.

So when you get a clear shot

at it, you sure as hell take it.

That's why you shoot 'em...

..'cause there're not

that many left?

I don't think

I understand your question.

You know, there ain't that many

coloured people here, neither.

You oughta get back in your car

and go about your own business.

Yeah...maybe you're right.

Jesus Christ,

you f***ing hit my knee!

(Moaning)

You know, in ancient cultures...

bears were considered

equal with men.

This ain't no

ancient culture here, mister.

Sometimes it is.

(Gunshot)

(Cartoon sounds )

(Man coughing)

'Aaaahh...'

(Laboured breathing)

(Vin) You know, Louie...

There's one good thing

about this Ghost Dog guy.

What's that, Vin?

(Vin) He's sending us out

in the old way. (Chuckles )

Like real f***ing gangsters.

Hang on, Vin. You're gonna

make it. Just hang in there.

(Siren)

Oh, Christ! F***ing five-o.

(Female officer)

Remain inside the vehicle.

When you're in the city,

you never see a cop,

but here, they're like

the f***ing Gestapo!

Like we're in some

f***ing foreign country!

My friend has to get

to a hospital.

What happened to your arm?

I'm fine, it's my friend here.

(Officer) License

and registration, please.

We don't have time!

Don't push me, mister!

Remain inside the vehicle.

(Louie) Oh, yeah...

This is terrific.

What's the situation here, sir?

Let's get the f***

out of here, Louie!

Jesus, Vin! You just

iced a woman, you know that?

You know what you are, Louie?

You're a f***ing

male chauvinist pig.

What do you mean,

I'm a male chauvinist pig?

- You just shot a broad!

- A cop!

I just shot a cop.

They wanna be equal...

I made her equal.

(Vinny gasps and moans )

(Chokes )

Vin?

Hey, Vin!

You with me over there?

Oh, no. No...

(Raymond's ice cream jingle

in the distance)

Hey, Raymond.

I ain't seen you

in a while, man.

That little girl, Pearline?

She probably wanted

to give me that book back.

I wonder what she

thought about it. Hey, man...

It's a little big,

but one of those Haitian tailors

can cut up,

fit it for you.

Yeah, that's for you.

(Woman) Hi, guys!

My f***ing Jaguar! Sh*t! F***!

You got a phone? Oh, man.

(Thunder)

(Experimental jazz)

Sh*t!

(Thunder)

(Rap music)

(Muffled music)

(Sonny sings along)

(Muffled music)

(Rap music continues )

Sh*t!

What the f***?

(Sonny falls )

(Rap music continues )

Ghost Dog.

Power and equality.

Always see everything,

my brother.

(French voices on radio)

Raymond! Raymond, man. Hey.

You look worried.

Don't worry, man. It's OK.

It's all right. I need to get

inside the truck, all right?

Let me get in the truck.

Turn around, man.

Turn around, turn around.

No, no... No, thanks.

I'm not hungry.

Here, I wanna give you this.

I don't want

you to worry, Raymond.

Don't you worry about nothing.

Everything happens for a reason.

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