The Assassin's Code Page #5

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You gotta watch those fin rays,

though, they're poisonous.

Personally, I like this

little guy over here,

come check this out.

- [Michael] Ohh... Wow.

- Stonefish.

Nobody ever sees

them coming.

You looking for anything

in particular today?

Ah, wife wanted a baby,

I said let's start with a fish.

[laughs]

Well, if you have any questions,

let me know.

Alright.

I just love these little shops.

Little ma-and-pa's.

Been here long?

25 years.

You haven't been bought out

by the box stores,

Fishes R Us?

Not yet. It's tough

to stay afloat, though.

Take a whole lotta guppies.

Mind if I grab one of these?

Puccinaldi. Is that Italian?

Born and raised

in Little Italy.

Oh, old-school.

Yeah, my dad, too.

Oh yeah?

What'd he do?

A fisherman, actually.

You know, I think we need to

set you up with a starter fish.

[sighs]

We had an arrangement, Angelo.

I pocket the 'phedrine,

your case gets buried.

But then you got greedy.

You took it back.

And that upset the balance.

This wasn't my hand, Jack.

You stole what was mine.

I don't give a f***

which minion did it.

That problem has been

eliminated.

And it's your f***in' job

to cold-case it.

Your sloppy elimination job

is the problem, Angelo,

you left a f***in' body

in a parking lot.

Tell me, how do I sweep

that under the rug?

There's just so many holes

in the boat I can plug up.

Why don't you just pull off

your bloodhound puppy, huh?

Cause he's nipping at heels.

It's a little late for that,

Angelo.

Your jailbird?

He's flapping his jaw.

[laughs]

Give me a f***in' break.

That's hearsay from

a goddamn lowlife.

It's enough to kick-start

the kid's case,

and I've tugged his collar all

I can without raising eyebrows.

Take him off the case, Jack.

It's in your best interest.

That sounds a lot

like a threat to me.

Nah, that's just a little

friendly advice.

A threat would be more like

making

your extracurricular

entrepreneurships public.

That goes both ways,

old friend.

No honor among thieves huh?

Killing you, it just

might be worth it.

You know what

we got in common?

We got enough common sense

to curb

our baser instincts for

the benefit of mutual gain.

And we can hate each other

as much as we want,

but we need each other.

Right the ship, Jack.

- [sirens]

- [dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

[Michael] Yeah?

Confirmed?

Marco's dead?

Yeah.

Yeah, no, thanks.

F***!

[exhales]

[Carmen, voiceover]

Born and raised in Little Italy.

Sh*t.

[dramatic music]

Larceny, B and E, petty theft,

truancy...

I mean, he was a real

little Al Capone.

From the last one, May '77,

he did a year in Juvie.

[Laura] So what, after

that he just went straight?

[Michael] Or he got smart.

Check out the police report.

Look who is listed at the last

B and E, and walked away,

while Carmen did a year

in Juvie.

Oh, my God.

[laughs]

That was us once.

The hood didn't have

nice parks.

We were knocking over

liquor stores.

- Could have been different.

- Nah, it's in the blood.

Yeah.

I gotta tell you something,

Carmen.

I'm sick of all this drug sh*t.

I wanna be done with it.

This is not how

I wanna be remembered.

Kidding me? You're gonna be

remembered as a patron saint.

Ah, bullshit. It's all

built on a house of cards.

I guess I opened up

a can of worms

bringing the ephedrine back

from Cohen.

I should have asked you first.

I'm sorry, Ange.

You didn't know.

- Carmen.

- Yeah?

About the pseudoephedrine...

you should handle it.

- Yeah, right.

- No, right.

Take it.

Just move the stuff.

- You're serious?

- Yeah, yeah.

You know my contacts.

Just move the stuff.

You can have my cut.

- Huh?

- Hey, Ange,

you got a brain tumor

or something?

I don't have

a f***in' brain tumor.

I don't trust anybody but you.

Capisce?

Thank you.

Detective Connolly,

I have the DNA results

from the blood on that

glass shard at Cohen's car.

- Canis lupus familiaris.

- What is that?

Doggy.

Doberman.

Thank you.

[elevator dings]

[growls]

[growling]

[growling]

[growling]

[snarls]

- [barking]

- [Laura cries out]

- [beeping]

- Sh*t!

[cries out]

[phone ringing]

Hey, I was just about

to call you.

[Laura] A dog

just attacked me.

A dog just attacked you.

Where?

- In my office.

- In your office?

- In my f***ing office.

- Jesus, you okay?

Wait, what kinda dog?

A big scary-as-sh*t kind,

with teeth.

Where is it now?

I don't know.

Okay listen, the blood match

on Cohen's car was a Doberman.

Yeah, yeah,

that was it, a Doberman.

I mean, we gotta be

getting close

if they're trying to scare you.

Wait. Who else knows

about this case?

[phone ringing]

[Voicemail]

You have one new message.

First new message sent today.

- [Schlychter] Evening, Sarah.

- [gasps]

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Jimmy's.

You knew Jimmy?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry

what happened to him.

You know, Jimmy used to

provide us with information

that you got from that female

attorney you're working with.

What did she and this young

detective talk about this morning?

They talked about getting

a search warrant

for Carmen Puccinaldi.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

[both chuckle]

You know, I can get a lot

of information for you.

I can do whatever you want.

I have connections in

the District Attorneys office,

I'm really good at this,

- I've been doing for a while.

- Yeah, yeah. [shushing]

That's very good.

I like that idea.

May I have a glass of water?

Okay.

Yeah, sure.

[silenced gun fires]

[distant sirens]

[Waitress] Carmen,

want another one?

- Yeah babe, hit me again.

- You got it.

- Carmen.

- Hey, man.

[Waitress]

Can I get you something?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

- [Carmen laughs]

- Hey, listen.

The cops are obtaining

a search warrant on you.

It's no problem.

Angelo will get me outta that.

One phone call to the mayor.

No, it's past that point.

Says who?

He wants me to

take the fall again.

F***in' Angelo.

He's not untouchable, you know.

So what's this, a warning?

No, my friend,

it's a head start.

Okay?

Take it easy.

[Carmen] Goddamn it, I knew it.

F***in' cop.

Hey, what's up?

Open the door,

you little ravioli.

We open in 20.

Open the door.

What happened,

your goldfish die?

Yeah. I got the key in the back.

I just gotta...

Alright boys. Now, back alley.

Door. Right now. Get him.

Let's go. Move, move, move.

F***! Where are the keys?!

- F*** me.

- [sirens approach]

- Hi.

- F*** you!

- [yelling]

- Carmen, drop the gun.

You drop it.

Dude, seriously?

Four against one, you think

you're gonna get very far?

Awright, f*** it,

I'll tell ya everything

you wanna know about

Angelo Leonetti.

- Okay.

- I'm not letting

that motherf***er

throw me under the bus again.

You cut me a deal, I'll tell

you who the real Angelo...

- [gun fires]

- Who shot?

Down, down, down, down,

down, get down!

[cop] Guys, check the roofs!

Check the roofs!

Check the roofs!

Man down, we got a man down!

Someone check the roof.

[police radio chatter]

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