Sonatine Page #2

Now what?

It all started out with an idiot from

our group shooting an Anan man.

It's nothing serious, though.

The other man didn't even die.

So we didn't need any help.

But your old man insisted

on sending you across.

I think he's overreacting.

But thanks for coming anyway.

We were told

that you were desperate.

That's news to me.

Like I said, your old man insisted.

It's really nothing serious.

Just one of those little problems

we encounter every day.

Not an inter-clan thing or anything.

What are your plans for tonight?

Mr. Uechi said he'd take us out.

What part of Tokyo are you from?

Nakano.

Then you know

Tommy's, by the station?

Never heard of it.

It's quite a well-known joint.

Didn't you hear me?

Smoke?

What's that?

Marijuana.

I don't do drugs,

I only do amphetamines.

- Are you feeling okay?

- I'm fine.

Got a cigarette?

Boss, we'd better split up

into smaller groups from now on.

And let anyone who wants

to go, go back to Tokyo.

They're not playing games here.

Good evening.

Wouldn't you be more

comfortable in a booth?

No.

- What would you like?

- Beer.

I'll call some hostesses, okay?

This is Tomiko.

Send some girls over.

Send Marie and June,

we're getting busy.

Maybe you know my friend, Kinjo?

He's from Nakano.

Huh?

He robbed a supermarket

and barricaded himself inside.

Never heard of him.

What about Nanbara, the gang rider?

Haven't you got any

respectable friends?

A baseball star from

high school or someone like that?

More beer!

Good evening.

What shall we have, beer?

Yes, beer.

No, scotch and water. Let's order.

All clear.

This is my brother's house,

but he moved to Osaka last month.

Nobody should bother us here.

I'll call Tokyo from the shop.

Call about what?

Just to tell them we're going to hang

out here and see how things develop.

Beer and sake, nothing else?

No.

You'd better shoot straight.

Aim at the can.

You almost got me, d*ckhead!

I felt it brush my cheek.

Give me the gun.

Let's play.

- Play what, sir?

- Paper, scissors, stone.

You too.

You lost.

What are you playing at?

You could've killed me.

Next round.

Come on.

Paper, scissors, stone.

You again?

Wait a second, please.

Next round.

It's the last chamber.

Right. So, here we go...

Paper, scissors, stone.

This time, you lost.

Me?

Don't do it, please!

What's the idea?

It was empty all along.

Watch your mouth, a**hole.

You were shitting yourself.

Something funny?

Dance with me.

Some other time.

Hey!

You've been

watching us all this time?

You a pervert?

Like watching others f***?

Answer me, a**hole.

You're dead. I mean it.

I'll slit your throat.

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