The Assassin's Code Page #6

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[sirens blaring]

[Captain, voiceover] You are low

man on the totem pole here.

[Laura, voiceover]

I believe there is

an organized crime network.

[Captain, voiceover]

You need to find something

to back up the kid's testimony,

otherwise it's mitts off.

[Michael, voiceover]

Who's behind it?

[Laura, voiceover]

Someone like Angelo Leonetti.

[Bach cello music playing]

[continues playing Bach]

[clapping]

I didn't realize

anyone was there. Sorry.

Well, I didn't mean

to startle you. Sorry.

[chuckles]

No, it's okay.

Embarrassed is more like it.

No, on the contrary.

Johann Sebastian Bach's Courante

requires great discipline,

tempo giusto.

Bravo. Impressive.

Your "name that tune"

is impressive.

Are you a musician?

Me, musician? No, no.

But my grandfather was.

Unfortunately, it didn't

trickle down to me.

May I?

Sure, please.

Thank you.

Wow.

What did your grandfather

play?

My grand...

Oh! Violin.

With the Berlin Philharmonics.

But unfortunately,

the Nazis came to power.

He was drafted.

You know, my grandfather,

he used to tell me stories

from the war...

horrific things, really.

But he always told me.

I'm telling you this so that you

can one day tell your children

and they in their turn

can tell theirs

and hopefully

this horrible thing

will never happen again.

My grandfather said,

"I wish they have sent me

to the front to die."

No, instead, he was sent

to a concentration camp

and he served in a unit

where they separated children

from their parents...

healthy children

to the work stations,

and... the other children...

One day the officers found

out that my grandfather

was a great violinist,

and they ordered him

to put together

some entertainment for the

officers when they had a party,

entertainment performed

by the Jewish prisoners.

Then there was this

Christmas celebration...

and there was a young girl,

12, 13 years old,

with the voice of an angel,

according to my grandfather,

and she sang for the officers.

Then one officer stood up

and said,

"No more of this Jewish sh*t!

I wanna hear

a German Christmas song,

I wanna hear Silent Night."

She didn't know Silent Night,

the Jewish girl.

The officer went up to her

and slapped her

and said, "You better sing

Silent Night."

Officer went up

to my grandfather and said,

"You take this piece of sh*t

outside and kill her."

Imagine that little girl,

performing for those killers...

the fear when she didn't know

the song,

the terror...

when she thought

she was about to be shot.

My grandfather took the little

girl outside, as ordered,

but he couldn't kill her.

Instead he found a way out

from the camp

and he told her,

"Run! Never look back."

Well, my grandfather

survived the war,

but he never touched

his violin ever again.

Would you mind...

playing the Courante for me?

[playing Bach Courante]

[orchestral accompaniment

comes in]

[piece ends]

Thank you.

[footsteps depart]

Wait, I don't even know

your name.

It's perfect that way,

isn't it?

["Flower Duet" from "Lakm"

by Leo Deilbes plays]

[sighs]

Mr. Leonetti, Detective

Michael Connolly, Cleveland P.D.

I was wondering if I could

ask you a few questions.

This could be done

another time.

You always attend the funerals

of people who die

on your watch,

Detective Connolly?

I'm sorry for your loss,

Mr. Leonetti,

it's just that Mr. Puccinaldi's

last words were of you.

He said he wasn't willing

to die to protect you.

Do you have any idea

what he might have meant?

Alright, that's enough.

Leave Mr. Leonetti alone!

Now, now, now, Albert,

Albert please, please.

Look, Detective Connolly,

Mr. Puccinaldi

was a childhood friend,

and I am truly devastated

over his tragic death,

as well as the revelation

that apparently he hadn't put

the habits of his juvenile

delinquent past behind him.

But if you're on

a wild goose chase

to somehow link

his criminal activities to me,

there'll be consequences.

Tell your captain.

What consequences

am I telling him, sir?

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

[starts car]

[suspenseful music]

- [dog barking, growling]

- [gasps]

- [breathing heavily]

- [keys mic]

I need an ID on

8900 Chestnut Road.

[Radio] Stand by.

Private residence,

one Angelo J. Leonetti.

Alright, copy.

[sighs deeply]

[Radio]

We're in the eighth inning,

and so far it's been

a very tight game.

Two outs,

with a runner on first base...

[open door alert chiming]

[Angelo] Thanks, buddy.

Have a good night.

I'll see ya in the morning.

[fire crackling]

[door shuts]

[sighs]

[classical piano music

playing softly]

[Schlychter]

Good evening.

A little Scotch neat?

Yeah.

25 Mac, yeah?

- Thanks.

- Salude.

- [glasses clinking]

- Salude.

I thought Jack did

his own wet work.

[chuckles]

F***in' Mick.

So...

I didn't know you served

two masters, Schlychter.

Well, I gotta hand it

to both of ya,

'cause not much surprises me.

But this...

this explains a little bit.

Like Cohen's body bein'

left for the cops to find.

I'll double whatever

he's paying ya.

I'm sorry.

Compensation

is not the sole issue here.

Oh, integrity?

You?

[both chuckling]

Okay.

Carmen. Yeah, yeah.

Crossed my mind that

that might rankle your code.

He was a likable little f***er,

wasn't he, huh? Ha.

I loved him, though.

I did, I loved him.

You don't mind if I smoke,

do ya?

- [suspenseful music]

- Heh.

[spits]

We ran a tight ship,

didn't we?

We sure did, Mr. Leonetti.

But eventually someone's

gotta pay the piper, right?

F*** you, Schlychter,

you Kraut bastard.

- [gun clicks]

- Son of a...

Might be a Kraut,

but I'm not stupid.

- [shells clatter on floor]

- [body thuds]

[dramatic music]

Police!

[dramatic music]

Freeze!

- [Schlychter] Attack! Go!

- [dog barking]

- [gun firing]

- [barking]

- [dog snarling]

- [crying out]

Klaus! Enough.

[c*cks pistol]

You don't work for Leonetti.

I did, but he's retired.

You better start thinking.

Your decisions affect

more than just you.

You see, I have another

assignment for tonight.

- [whacks]

- [thuds]

Klaus, you traitor.

[chuckles]

Come on, let's go.

- It's a beautiful night.

- [dog barks]

[Captain, voiceover]

Michael?

[distorted]

Michael.

I don't want you

disappearing like Kitchen.

[loud crash]

[Cohen, voiceover] I'll tell you everything

you wanna know about Angelo Leonetti.

- [gun firing]

- [dog barking]

[Angelo, voiceover] You always

attend the funerals of people

who die on your watch,

Detective?

[pistol c*cks]

- [siren whoops]

- [Jia] Who do you think has to bury you?

[huffing]

- [car horn wails]

- [Captain] Your father had a vision,

the man that

he wanted you to be,

and that wasn't a lie.

[Jia, voiceover] You've gotta

find a way to forgive him.

[sirens blaring]

[Brandt]

Hey. Hey, kid.

- Wake up, kid. Hey, you dead?

- Ahh.

Jesus, hell of a place

to take a nap.

Easy now, cowboy.

We had a 911. Shots fired.

- Were some of them yours?

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