The Assassin's Code Page #2

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the Hunter has

his faithful dogs.

So that's the Hunter,

and those are his dogs?

Yeah.

- [gravel crunches]

- [growling]

Klaus. Klaus, seek!

- [dog barks]

- [dramatic music]

[dog barking in distance]

- [growling]

- [Kitchen] No.

- [snarling]

- [crying out]

Klaus! Klaus, come!

[dramatic music]

You're way out of your jurisdiction

here, Detective Kitchen.

Call off your f***in' dog,

and I'll tell you why I'm here.

I know why you're here.

You pissed off the wrong guy.

[dog barking]

For crying out loud,

Schlychter, how many corpses

are you gonna make tonight?

Is it weighing

on your conscience?

No.

It's weighing on my back.

I gotta haul this stiff

back to the lake.

[cello music]

[finishes piece]

[clapping]

Conductor make you

stay late again?

It was either this or write,

"I will not tap

my foot to the music"

on the blackboard 100 times.

Did you catch all the bad guys?

Not all of them.

Mmm, good.

Then they need to keep you

on the payroll.

Aren't the hall's new acoustics

amazing?

Yeah tell me in the car.

I'm hungry.

Alright, well...

how was it today?

Oh, you know, same sh*t,

different day.

Well, Connolly,

from where I stand,

in your line of work,

boredom is a good thing.

Well. it's the boredom

I can handle.

What, are we not

playing well with others?

- Who, me?

- Yeah.

Jesus, come on,

let's go feed you.

Alright.

[Jia] Any idea where we

packed our wedding photos?

Ah, I was on remote duty. So...

[TV playing]

- Hey, look.

- Hmm.

- Where should we put it?

- I guess, ah, mothballs.

[exhales]

Here.

- Make yourself useful.

- [turns up TV]

[turns off TV]

Closet shelf or storage.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Aye, me.

Okay.

You should put that one out.

[dramatic music]

You look like him there.

Yeah, it's the pot

calling the kettle black.

Don't say that.

You're not like him,

and you need to find a way

to forgive him.

Jia, can I just please

watch some TV?

Can you stop trying to fix it?

Fine.

Yeah. Uh, just maybe one day

you could try to let it go.

You know, for me?

It'd be nice to live with

just one Connolly man.

The dead one sucks up

a lot of oxygen around here.

Yeah.

The storage.

[Woman] Our patron donor

behind this landmark

concert hall renovation

is a third generation

Clevelander

and a self-made shipping magnate

who has made his family's name

synonymous with

community service.

His generous donations

over the years has enabled

the Philharmonic not only

to survive but to flourish.

On behalf of

the Philharmonic board,

I ask you to join me

in welcoming

three-time Cleveland

Chamber of Commerce

Businessman of the Year

Angelo Leonetti.

[applauding]

Thank you, Madam President.

[chuckles]

Well it seems that our

fair city has headed

on an exciting road

to a bright future,

and this magnificently

renovated concert hall

is for all of us,

generations to come.

Frankly, I can't wait to hear

these talented musicians

perform in it.

I am grateful to have

been able to contribute.

Thank you very much.

Enjoy the festivities.

[applauding]

Refreshments are

in the lounge.

[chattering]

[phone ringing]

[line out ringing]

[ringing continues]

[Kitchen] This is Detective

Steven Kitchen, Cleveland P.D.

Leave a message.

[beeps]

Oh, what the f***?

Cars come to us

with the plates pulled.

We were about to mash it

when we saw it still had one.

I contacted the DMV, they said

the plates were state-issued,

so I called you guys.

Did you check the trunk first?

Yeah, empty.

Forensics is on the way.

What the f***

are you doing here, Connolly?

Relax, Brent, I called him.

I brought some coffees.

You hurt my feelings.

A**hole can't even show up

on time.

Would you two shut up?

When was Kitchen last seen?

Don't know.

Day before yesterday.

Yeah, he wouldn't

return my calls.

So, it looks like you

got a missing drug case

and no detective.

Jesus, I can't believe

this guy.

He's right, though.

I'm swamped,

and nobody else is free.

Come here, Michael.

Look, until we know where

Kitchen is,

I want you to loop me in.

Do you understand me?

I don't want you

disappearing like Kitchen.

You got it, Cap.

I'm on it.

Michael, Michael, Michael.

Please don't make me

regret this decision.

[Michael]

No, I got this, Cap.

Oh, God.

[Man] They questioned us

on the night,

they questioned us the next day.

Detective Kitchen

did a third pass.

Why are we at this again?

Because I need to hear it.

So you cut down a back alley.

It was a detour, roadwork.

There was a guy

filling potholes.

So one guy, a detour sign,

late at night,

down a back alley.

You didn't find this suspicious?

Are you saying we didn't

do our job, Detective?

I'm saying answer

the f***in' question.

Alright, after the fact,

yeah, maybe.

In the moment, I saw a detour

and I detoured.

You get a good look at him?

He had a respirator

over his mouth.

I did see the guy had

a tattoo on his neck.

Black, jaggy, punk-ass

tribal-looking thing.

So, why were they even moving

the pseudoephedrine anyway?

To get it to a more

secure locker downtown.

But the merch,

was from a bust two months ago.

I mean, why move it now?

Well don't ask us.

We're just the messengers.

Did you mention the transfer

to anyone beforehand?

No... sir.

Is there anything else... sir?

That'll be all.

[Michael] So Miss Consolo, where

does your case stand now?

Well, with my evidence

snatched,

it gets buried in

the Indiana Jones warehouse.

You know, every time

I think I've got a lead,

it disappears... my witnesses,

my only evidence, poof, gone.

All I'm left with are

hunches and theories.

Like what?

Okay, there's too many

disappearances

and witnesses recanting

and suspects moving away

through too many separate cases.

I believe there is

an organized crime network

behind this drug bust

and half the unsolved crimes

in this town.

I'll buy that.

Who's behind it?

Either off the grid...

or high-profile

and hiding in plain sight.

A name?

Someone like Angelo Leonetti.

Leonetti, shipping

Leonetti, who donates to every

Cleveland civic anything,

including the police fund.

Bingo. Hey,

nobody goes after the goose

laying the golden eggs, right?

Why doesn't that feel

as strange as it sounds?

My wife would kill me going

after the guy that rebuilt

the concert hall, she's a

cellist from the Philharmonic.

Gimme a breadcrumb.

Back your way

down the food chain.

If he's got a business front,

so do his associates.

- Such as?

- Check out Cohen Construction.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Mr. Cohen,

can I get you anything?

No.

Oh, everybody's here.

Mr. Leonetti,

how was the ceremony?

Very nice, very nice.

They had cake.

- Angelo.

- How ya doin', Kenny?

Loretta, hold my calls,

would ya?

- Yes sir.

- Yeah.

Albert, give us a minute,

would ya? Thanks.

Sit down.

Ahh.

- Thanks for coming, Kenny.

- Sure, sure.

So what can I do for you,

Angelo?

Well, look, I understand that

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