"Pick whichever one you're comfortable with, just nothing custom and nothing too fucking expensive," Revy emotionlessly says inside Praiyachat gun shop. Rock surveys the glass displays and walls racks of pistols, shotgun, rifles, and machine guns. Wearing a new pair of dress pants and shoes, identical to his old ones, as well as a new dress shirt, a black and white plaid patterned dress shirt, Rock peers toward the firing range in the back room. "I'll leave you with Praiyachat, got business to take care of with 'you know who'," Revy annoyingly speaks, before turning to Praiyachat when out of Rock's earshot. She whispers into the old man's ear "Pick out the kind of guns a bodyguard would use, not the type of guns a 'gunman' would use." The short Thai man raises his eyebrows and asks "What, 'black and white collar' over there has to protect someone? Who's he protecting?" Revy twitches in annoyance and snarls "Just get him the fucking guns! I am paying you for your fucking sage-like wisdom, not your curiosity. Alright? Just do what I asked." Praiyachat waves Revy off and curses under his breath "Asshole."
Revy opens the door to their Town Car and sits in the driver seat. She rests her head on the wheel, remembering back to last week's chaotic events cumulating with Rock blowing Luca's brains out. As far as she is concerned, the ordeal with the 'Ndrangheta is over. All that remains is to settle one simple score. To push one simple point across.
It's almost sunset in Roanapur. The sky reflects this fact with its orange hue and scattered light peering through islands of clouds. The street Revy is parked on is bustling with life as people rush to make their purchases before closing time. A ragged, shirtless, toothless man limbs toward Revy's Town Car. The man, bald and bearded, holds a soup can in his emaciated fingers. "Xin lỗi cho hỏi? (excuse me)" the man asks in Vietnamese. Revy quickly starts the car. "Tôi rất đói (I am very hungry)" he says, as Revy quickly accelerates away from the beggar, who simply looks for someone else to leech off of.
Parking the car in front of the Yellow Flag, Revy steps out and surveys her surroundings. After failing to spot any large vans or posses out for blood, she turns toward the front entrance of the Yellow Flag. She could hear the loud music emulating from the bar, as well as, to her annoyance, the screeching singing of a drunken British tourist. She deems the patrons of the bar to be too busy playing poker or too drunk to notice her heading inside. A careful push of the door at the entrance and she steps inside. Once inside, Revy quickly zeros in on her prey, a blonde woman in sunglasses sitting by the counter, drinking tequila straight from the bottle. She slowly walks toward Eda, careful as to not alert her. Bao, the Vietnamese bartender, washes beer pitchers with his back turned to Eda and Revy, not aware of the carnage that is about to ensue. Revy herself gets within two feet behind Eda when Bao begins to turn around. Eda senses someone behind her and turns around to find Revy smiling like a 1st grader that just blew on a dandelion.
"EDA!" Revy still smiles as she grabs her by both of her shoulders. Revy still smiles as she drives Eda into the metallic bar counter head first.
"Not this shit again," Bao curses as Eda falls off her stool and lands on her ass. Eda quickly reaches for the pistol in her shoulder strap when Revy kicks Eda right in her neck, causing Eda to accidentally discharge the pistol into the wooden floor and drop it on the ground. The sound of gunfire alerts everyone as 75% of the bar draws their weapons and the other 25% ducks under the tables. And the British tourist did not duck under the table. Suddenly, a large shotgun points its barrel at Revy's head.
"NO! FUCKING GOD NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DESTROY THIS BAR AGAIN, TWO-HANDS! I AM PAYING THROUGH MY DICK HOLE IN INSURANCE RATES, ALRIGHT?" Bao seethes, grinding his teeth. Revy simply rolls her eyes, reaches down for Eda's pistol, and responds "Fine. We'll take our business outside. Here, to help cover what we owe you. Pawn this." Revy tosses Eda's pistol over Bao's head and into the liquor rack, shattering a couple of bottles of whiskey. Bao grinds his teeth again and motions with his shotgun "Just get the fuck out of here! NOW!" Revy obliges by grabbing Eda by her elongated hair and dragging her out into a driveway.
"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Revy yells as she tosses Eda face first into a brick wall. She turns Eda around and prepares to pummel her through the wall when Eda grabs Revy's right fist. Revy simply drives her left fist into Eda's stomach, sending Eda sliding to the ground. Whether intoxicated, caught off her guard, or both, Eda struggles to defend herself. "YOU SOLD MY SECRETS TO A FUCKING LUNATIC, EH?" Revy yells as she drives her right knee into Eda's nose, breaking both her nose and her sunglasses, which fall to the ground in two pieces. Eda simply laughs "Sister, you telling me that you wouldn't sell me out for a few million? Haha, what a fucking hypo…" Eda fails to finish as Revy grabs Eda by her throat and pulls her up. After choking Eda for a few seconds, Revy drives her knee into Eda's crotch, and then lets go of her grip, letting Eda crumble to her knees. Revy follows up by pushing Eda to the ground with her right leg, stomping on Eda's back once, twice, six times, which is then followed by a kick to her head.
Revy reaches for one of her Cutlasses when she notices a large crowd watching in amusement. Two dozen of the patrons funneled out to watch a cat fight to end all cat fights. Money is exchanged as the spectators make prop bets ranging from whether Revy is going to kill Eda to whether clothes will be torn off. "Re…Revy, I don't think it will be a good idea to clip me in front of so many witnesses…" Eda smirks in between the throbbing in her head and the agony cruising through her nerves. "I made a shit load of money, got what I deserved, Luca is dead, who might I add, might still be alive had I not sold him the information…" Eda negotiates through the pain as Revy unholsters the Cutlass she was reaching for "and you saved Romeo, him all safe and sound." Eda suddenly realizes that she chose her words very poorly as Revy slowly boils to a breaking point. Eda turns on her back and pleads "Revy, if you kill me, my sponsors will hunt you and Rock down!" Revy simply glares venomously at Eda, at her broken, bloody noise.
*BANG!*
"My leg, my fucking leg!" Eda cries out as she holds onto her left kneecap, the kneecap that Revy left a bullet inside. Revy finishes with a pair of sharp kicks into Eda's ribs, followed by spitting at her. She leaves Eda, beaten and bleeding, and is welcomed with applause from a thoroughly amused crowd. Money exchanges hands as the British tourist yells out "That was thoroughly righteous, you tore that slag a second cunt!" Revy pushes the British tourist away and responds "You're shit at karaoke." The crowd breaks out into laughter as Revy walks toward her car, feeling accomplished. Stepping inside the car and turning on the ignition, Revy sighs and begins the drive back to Praiyachat's gun shop.
"Rock, you got what you wanted?" Revy yells out as Rock walks out of the gun store. "What you got?" Revy asks out of curiosity. Rock hops inside the front passenger seat, wearing a large shoulder strap on top of his dress shirt. Revy peers forward to notice the gun hanging from the holster. "Is that…is that an Uzi?" Revy asks. Rock answers "Yeah, it is light, the recoil is surprisingly low, and Praiyachat said that you and I use the same ammunition, which is also why I got this…" Rock reaches behind and under his dress shirt to pull out a second gun that was tucked inside the belt of his dress pants. "That's an M9, U.S. Army version of the Beretta 92. Are those guns new or already been used?" Revy asks. "Praiyachat said the Uzi came from an Israeli soldier that was killed in Syria during the Yom Kippur War. He said the Uzi burns through ammunition very quickly, which is why he recommended a secondary weapon as a backup. Showed me this M9, said it came from an American that pawned it to him. Praiyachat said that the serial number was wiped out, thinks the person who pawned it was some American gangster trying to get rid of evidence. Works fine though, and I feel comfortable with it. I paid Praiyachat in cash, just like you said, still have a few hundred in bills left over." Revy watches Rock holster his M9 back to its original location. As Rock conceals his gun, he adds "Want to get something to eat? I'll pay." Revy arches her head back, in thought, and responds with "I could go for a slice…alright, pizza works." A stomp on the gas pedal and the Town Car heads onward, leaving Praiyachat's gun shop in the dust.
"Halfway across the world from NYC and still every fucking pizza I get is served by anyone but an Italian," Revy comments as they get back inside their car. Both of them carry a white, paper bag containing a pepperoni slice inside, the oil from the slice staining the bags. Shutting the car door behind him, Rock comments "Back in Japan, I could sometimes find a slice of pizza served in a vending machine." Revy nearly chokes on her first bite of the pizza, awkwardly swallowing the piece. "That's fucking disgusting!" Revy yells "Is that even sanitary?" Rock chuckles and responds "Hell if I know, never bought one".
As the two of them eat their slices, Revy asks "So, you gonna ask about what I did to Eda?" Rock struggles to push out a piece of pepperoni stuck in his teeth "I assumed that she's dead and Bao is currently collecting insurance money, again". Revy smirks and replies "Heh, neither. Gave her a damn good beating, and was about to end the bitch when she said that 'her sponsors' will hunt us down. Now I have no idea who she means by sponsors, but between her resources in getting us into Laos and the way she was keeping tabs on us…well, it makes me think that she's some fucking government agent. I don't know, CIA, DEA, maybe she's not even government and just working for private interests, but I have no desire to kick a cave bear in the balls. She's not going to be walking for a while, but she's alive, and no longer our problem." Rock takes his first bite into the crust and responds "I had a feeling she had U.S. government connections. I met Eda while trying to find a way to get that insane maid into Laos for those American soldiers. I was about yell that she is working for the U.S. government when she warned me 'not to look for leviathans in the sea' or something like that. That meeting was part of the reason why I guessed Eda to be Luca's information broker. I highly doubt she was ordered to give Luca information, she clearly has gone rogue and is simply here to make money." Revy nods once and says "True, either way, she doesn't matter anymore".
Revy finishes her slice and crumbles the paper bag it came with, tossing the bag out the window. As she tosses the bag out, she notices a large corner market being renovated. "That used to be that 'Whole Foods' mart that Balalaika set on fire. Looks like that property has already been sold," Revy peers at the red and silver sign above the store. "Takahashi Bakery and Confectionary...freaking strange. Last time I checked, there wasn't any Yakuza in Roanapur," Revy speaks out. "Maybe it is an honest business," Rock suggests, which causes Revy to burst out laughing. "Honest business? Roanapur? Property sold by Hotel Moscow? Rocky baby, for once, you made a good fucking joke!"
Revy settles down her laughter and watches Rock toss his paper bag out of the window. She stares into Rock's gun holster and says "I'd rather not tell Dutch that you're now carrying. It might freak him out. I'll tell him that I decided to get a spare holster and wanted to add another Uzi to the collection. You can keep your pistol concealed, as long as Dutch doesn't see." Rock slowly nods and removes his gun holster, placing it in the back seat of the car. "I understand your point, Revy," Rock responds.
"Alright, as long as we got that straightened out," Revy sighs, looking around the street. She squints her eyes to see a man slowly limp toward the car. A shirtless, bearded, Asian looking man, holding a soup can with his fingers. "Fucking Christ, not this hobo again!" Revy curses as she rolls her eyes and turns on the engine of the car. "I say we give Benny a visit. Plus I forgot to buy something to drink. Knowing Benny, he'd never let that fridge go empty," Revy says as the two drive off toward the Lagoon Company office.
"Revy, Rock! Bout damned time, I called your motel room a dozen times already!" Dutch complains, holding a can of Heineken in his right. "What's that? You went shopping?" Dutch asks. "Yeah, got myself a spare holster and another submachine gun to our arsenal, what's with the fucking rush, Dutch?" Revy asks, confused.
Dutch takes a sip of his beer and answers "We got a nice job coming our way. Long distance but the pay is decent, and the guy on the phone sounded legit. We are escorting a boat into Roanapur, bringing in some guy from Hawaii. The guy is paying us 3,000 in U.S. bills for the job, plus the cost for fuel."
"Hawaii? Dutch, you know sure as shit that I'm still wanted in the States," Revy proclaims, mildly uncomfortable. "Nah, none of us are even stepping foot on the soil. The client promised to meet us at sea several nautical miles west of the main island. We probably won't even need to worry about the Coast Guard."
Revy nods in approval and walks toward the fridge. She fishes out a can of beer and opens it. A rush of foam flows out of the can and on her hands. Annoyed, Revy yells out "Benny! Do you have fucking Parkinson's or something? This is the fifth fucking time already!"
Rock watches Revy shout a few more obscenities at Benny, who is seated in a separate room. Rock turns to Dutch and, out of curiosity, asks "Dutch, who did the client say he is?" Dutch finishes his beer and crushes it in his hands "Oh yeah, I forgot to say," Dutch speaks in a louder volume, loud enough for Revy to hear "The client's name is Raymond Takahashi." "Well that explains the new bakery and candy shop being set up," Revy blurts out "Sounds like someone from the outside is trying to fill in the power vacuum."
"I don't give a shit what he does as long as he is not trying to screw us out of money," Dutch yells out, mildly annoyed "And since it's good money, I don't want to keep Mr. Takahashi waiting, understand?" Dutch turns toward Rock and asks "You coming?" Rock gives a perplexed look and answers "Of course I'm coming." Dutch fishes for a cigarette and replies "Good, 'cause I wasn't taking no for an answer. We are making a stop at Guam for gas, and then heading straight to meet with our client." Dutch turns around to face Revy "And Revy? Don't worry about living off spam, I bought us enough reheatable pizza to fill a vending machine."