Brother Page #7

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If I have to die, so be it.

Freeze!

- Bring him over here.

- Yes, sir.

Who sent you?

Which family?

Aniki?

Are you okay?

You don't look so good, man.

You gonna eat?

Denny...

run away.

What?

Where to?

Here. Eat it.

Really?

All right.

So, it's war.

Hey, boys.

Here's to the boss.

- Here.

- Thank you.

We just killed Geppetti,

so it's war.

You better be ready.

The Mafiia will

torture you to death.

If you get caught...

take one of these.

You'll die quickly, without pain.

Aniki.

You and l,

we don't need this sh*t, right?

It's over.

We'll all die.

What a terrible thing to do.

Clean it up.

Yes, sir.

Aniki.

We are going to avenge

Aniki's death.

Don't even think about running.

- Denny, give me my 9-millimeter!

- Okay, buddy, let's go.

Colin. Colin!

So he's dead.

Let's go.

Mr. Sugimoto, you can leave now.

We're closing the offiice.

I want to update

the books through today.

- What's that?

- Clothes.

- What is it?

- Some clothes.

Let's go to

my mother's house for now.

Okay. Go.

Wait here.

Ma!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Aniki, we're fiinished.

I'm leaving town.

Up to you.

What about you?

I'm staying.

Oh, God.

Jay, run!

" DEATH"

There's only one of'em.

Let's go.

Aniki, you don't have

to do this, you know.

This is my business.

Denny, okay.

Go ahead.

Oh, God!

Aniki.

So, what you wanna do with him?

All right, here's how it works.

Now, one of these five strings

is attached to the trigger.

You get to choose three.

If none of'em pull...

we'll let you go, honestly.

All right?

Now go ahead, choose three.

Come on.

Come on.

Pick one.

The first one on the left.

This one? All right.

All right.

Choose another one.

Come on.

Uh, fifth one.

Fifth.

One, two, three...

Pretty lucky guy.

All right, last one.

- Come on!

- The second one.

Second one.

Goddamn son of a b*tch!

You motherfuckers!

Get out.

Get out!

Come on. Come on!

What are you doin'?

Here. Take it.

Run away.

Denny, your eye...

I did it.

Yeah, I know, my brother.

You even kill

one of your own men.

You evil son of a b*tch, you.

Are you Japanese?

Here on business?

You Japanese are so inscrutable.

For the repairs.

Run away?

F***in' run away?

Where the f*** am I supposed to run to?

Where the f*** am I supposed to run?

These motherfuckers are gonna kill me

no matter where I go!

F***in' sh*t.

My whole life is f***ed up, man.

It's just f***ed up.

Oh, sh*t.

I was better off dealin' on

the f***in' corner, I swear to God, man.

What the f*** am I doin'?

And you give me some

f***in' stink-ass gym bag...

full of stinky-ass clothes, huh?

What the f*** are you tellin' me?

To die in clean underwear or somethin'?

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