Black Rain Page #6

You'd recognize if one of your

customers had a different tie on.

He had a different girl every time.

I didn't know of anybody regular.

That's Sugai and the girl in sequins

is the one with blood on her hands.

- You did your homework.

- How do I get to him?

I've been living in this country

for seven years...

I still can't read the headlines.

How do I get to him?

Let the police handle it.

No one's going to help a gaijin.

A stranger. A foreigner.

Me and you... more you.

- Got to go.

- Hold on.

- Wrigley Field has lights now.

- Yeah, Mom told me.

Did she? Did she say it's not stupid

to be scared?

But sometimes

you've got to choose a side.

I did. I'm on my side.

- The drinks cost $125.

- How much was the fish?

- $200.

- Holy sh*t!

How much would it have been

if it was cooked? Did you pay?

No, Matsumoto signed it over

to the Osaka Police Department.

That's the best thing

he's done for us. You like the guy?

- Mas? He's okay.

- Who the hell's this?

I can't figure this place out.

You want to play?

You and me, come on.

Right here.

That's it. Hey!

- F***!

- Good move.

Good. Bring it back.

We'll go again.

Bring it back... Did you see that?

- Don't get personal.

- F*** you!

- Charlie, it's only a coat.

- He's got my passport.

- Jesus Christ.

- Come here, you little f***.

Charlie!

Charlie!

Come here!

F***!

You little sh*t.

Stay there, you little sh*t.

You little sh*t!

All right...

Come on, let's go.

Come on, who's first?

Get out of there, Charlie.

Get out of there.

Jesus Christ!

You f***!

Get out of there!

You'd better come with me.

Come on.

He should have known better.

He was raised in the city.

In my job... you see things

the way they really are.

You don't have to see a person whole

one minute, and then...

He was 28 years old.

May I speak to Nick-san alone?

Sure.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I thought you should know, I made

all the arrangements for Charlie.

Thank you.

I feel that...

if I had been with you...

Charlie-san would...

It would not have happened.

I'm very sorry.

Charlie's things.

We have a tradition.

When someone close to us dies,

we keep something personal of his.

- Can we do this another time?

- Please, Nick-san.

This is for you.

- I can take anything I want?

- Anything.

I want to go back to Sato's hideout.

Just you and me.

There's always something, Mas...

always something.

Yeah.

He had himself a real nice party.

You feel safe?

Well, I'm here!

Nick-san, there's nothing here.

We should go.

Masa...

Sequins.

Okay, here we go.

How can you be so sure?

It could be any girl's dress.

Sometimes you've got to forget

your head and grab your balls.

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