AN: This is the third in the series of Black Lagoon stories that I have written. First is "The Calabrian Gambit". Second is "Glass Rocks". I recommend reading those two stories in order before reading this one, for then this story would make more sense. Regardless, enjoy, and have fun reading.
Revy, dressed in her usual tank top and shorts attire, points a Cutlass at Rock's head, him dressed in his black and white plaid dress shirt and black dress pants. "Alright Rocky-boy, let's say I'm trying to kidnap you, and I am holding this gun at your head. What did I say that you should do?" The two are inside Revy's room, her bed moved further into the wall to make space.
"You emptied the bullets, right?" Rock asks, slightly concerned. Revy rolls her eyes and says "Yes, I'm not a fucking idiot! And the bullet in the chamber is emptied, too. Ease the fuck up." Rock says "Alright" and stares at the barrel, his hands raised. In a quick motion, he puts his right leg back a step and grabs onto the barrel with two hands, arcing the gun up to a 45 degree angle. He uses his step back to extend his arms. He then turns his back to Revy, hands still on the gun. Keeping the barrel pointed away from him, Rock grabs the slide of the Cutlass and pulls it back, rendering the gun useless had it had any bullets. Rock then pries the gun out of Revy's hands and tosses it onto the bed.
"Good, that's Israeli Martial Arts, Krav Maga. Well, the kind that actually matters shit in our line of work. First, you keep the end of the gun's barrel as far the fuck away from you as possible, always keep it from being pointed at you. The gun has a range where a bullet can hit. GET the fuck out of the range! Then, you fuck with the mechanism of the gun, like pulling and holding the slide back or keeping the hammer from hitting the firing pin. Each gun is unique, like shotguns and rifles have different ways to fuck with them. Plus, some bullets can fracture and spread. That's why it's called a range and not a straight line. If you can't fuck with the mechanism, try to arc the gun into the sky or the ground and try to pull the trigger yourself so you could empty the clip. DON'T just go for the face and eyes without thinking, cause that usually just pisses them off, and they got a gun, so yeah. If you need to strike them, stay the fuck out the range. If you hit them while you are still in the range, the fucker you hit will just fall on the ground. The fucker will still have a gun pointed at you, and will just shoot your sorry ass anyway. My recommendation…go for the crotch or the neck, once and hard, and if needed, run the fuck away," Revy lectures Rock on a lesson in Krav Maga.
"I get it, makes sense. A lot, actually. It's textbook Sun Tzu. First you make yourself invincible to defeat, then you attack the enemy's vulnerabilities," Rock says, nodding to himself. Revy stretches her right shoulder and says "The only reason you would stick a gun into someone's face is if you don't expect them to be ballsy enough to pry it out of your hands. Try not to make a habit of it, keep the gun at a distance from anyone's arms. If they grab it, then you become the dipshit without a gun." "Like back at the market?" Rock blurts out, chucking. "Shut up," Revy says, smiling. Revy snaps her fingers and says "Alright, grab the Cutlass. I'll show you what not to do in a face-to-face situation like this."
Rock grabs Revy's Cutlass and approaches her. She looks at Rock and says "Alright, Rock. You point the gun at my head. Like I did to you." Rock points the Cutlass at Revy's head. Revy widens her legs without taking a step back and pulls the gun upward, at a 45 degree angle. She says "Alright Rock, there are at least 3 ways where you could kill me in this position. Show a few."
Rock takes a step back and pulls on the Cutlass, dragging Revy with him. He gets a clear shot at the top of Revy's head. "That's one, and probably the most common way that the disarm attempt goes to shit. The reason why it went to shit was because my feet are planted in an unstable position. The reason I got shot was because I got pulled back into the range. Again, stay the fuck out of the range. Try to find a couple more ways to settle this," Revy lectures.
Rock and Revy return to their original positions, with Rock pointing a gun at Revy's head. Revy grabs the Cutlass and pulls it up at a 45 degree angle, yet again. Rock smirks and playfully kicks at the air under Revy's exposed groin. Revy laughs and says "Yea Rock, I appreciate it if you don't kick me there. Thanks."
The two return to their positions as Revy says "Alright, one more way." Rock points the Cutlass at Revy's head a third time. Revy pulls the gun up as she has done twice before. Rock thinks for a few seconds, and then takes a step forward. He uses his slight height advantage to push Revy backwards. Revy loses her balance and falls on the ground, with Rock landing head first on her breasts. "Well, you're supposed to stay on your feet, but I think you get the idea," Revy mutters as Rock raises his head.
"I never knew combat training could be a turn on," Rock mutters, smirking at Revy. Revy smirks as well and says "Save it for the after-hours, Rocky-boy." Suddenly, a knock is heard at the door, causing Rock and Revy to quickly and nervously climb back up. "Rock? You in there? Dutch needs your opinion on something," Benny yells out. Rock approaches the door and opens it, Cutlass in his hands. He waves the Cutlass at Benny and says "Combat training. Israeli, Revy is showing me." Benny, dressed in his usual Hawaiian shirt and beige pants attire, says jokingly "Ha, you'll be ready for aliyah in no time."
Rock raises his eyebrows and says "What is aliyah?" Benny quickly replies "It's immigration to Israel for Jews." Rock blinks and says "So what would you call immigration to place like here?" Benny laughs and says "My grandparents would probably call it 'meshugenism'. Anyway, Dutch needs some input on some purchases." Rock hands Revy her Cutlass and steps into the living room of the studio.
Dutch is seated on the sofa, dressed in a white, sleeveless shirt and black sweat pants, his back facing the kitchen. On the coffee table is a set of papers and a black pen, along with an opened notebook. Rock seats himself next to Dutch and asks "What you need, Dutch?" Dutch pulls the notebook closer and says "I've been thinking about replacing the Gepard sniper rifle on the Lagoon with something more automatic, like an M60." Revy interjects and says "Woah, an M60? I'm game for that."
Dutch ignores Revy and asks Rock "What do you think? Since Eda has proven to be untrustworthy, we have been getting our ammunition from Praiyachat. Trouble is, he doesn't have anything like an M60 in stock. I contacted a couple of more serious vendors. Reynolds told me that he could get us one for $20,000, with a bipod. The catch is that this particular M60 is from the Vietnam War era, so it isn't exactly new. I know another vendor that works in Manila, Philippines, near Tondo. She can get us a M60 that's only around five years old, but the price is $30,000."
Revy blurts out "20 grand for a 40 year old machine gun? The fuck is up with that?" Dutch replies "Thailand got a lot of surplus American guns with the end of the Vietnam War, but the M60 dried up pretty quickly. Sure, I can get them at around 10 grand, new, but they will be semi-auto. Fully auto M60s have been banned from production in America for over a decade already, and it's hard to get them smuggled off military bases. Reynolds and my contact in Manila know this, which is why they can price gouge us."
"Will the installation for the M60 be same as with the Gepard?" Rock inquires. Dutch shakes his head and says "There is no installation. All that's needed is a bipod for convenience." "How much was the Gepard when you bought it? When did you buy it?" Rock inquires further. Dutch thinks for a few seconds. After a small pause, he says "I remember that I bought it in 1992, so give it around…5 and half years. I bought the Gepard new, if you are wondering. As for how much…I think it was for $10,000."
Rock grabs the notebook and a pen, and after a while, he starts laughing, saying "If someone told me 5 years ago that I will have to calculate the salvage value of an anti-material sniper rifle, I would tell them to go home and sober up." He prepares to start writing, pauses, and then turns to Dutch, asking "How many times was the rifle actually fired? Like in total?" Dutch thinks for a minute, rubbing his chin. He answers "No more than a few dozen times. To be honest, I am not exactly sure why we even have it on board."
Rock scribbles onto the notebook and says "So given that it hasn't really been used much, and has been kept in a decent environment, I would say that you could probably get 7 to 8 grand on the rifle. I am assuming that these anti-material rifles are hard to come by. That's a big dent in the price, but the cost is still high. Do we have enough money put away to cover the remainder? Money not used for food, rent, gas, the rest?"
Dutch grabs the notebook and looks over various numbers and tables. He says "Yes for both purchases, but money will become extremely tight if we get the M60 from Manila." Rock asks Dutch "What if we buy the M60 from Reynolds, and then take it apart. We single out the parts in poor quality, sell them for scrap, and then purchase brand new ones from Praiyachat. Then we put the gun back together." Dutch sighs and says "We could do that…I'll think about it then. Got to tell my contact in Manila that she doesn't need to hold on to the M60 anymore. Thanks."
Suddenly, two knocks emulate from the door entrance. This is followed by two more knocks as Dutch gets off the sofa. Peering through the eyehole with his Smith and Wesson Model 629, he slowly opens the door. Suddenly, two men step into the studio, one dressed in a light green golf jacket, light brown track pants, and black tennis shoes, the other dressed in a yellow t-shirt that says with black lettering 'Longshoreman of the Month, April. Fraser River Port Authority', a pair of old, blue jeans, and sneakers that appear to have recently had mud scrubbed off of them.
The man in the golf jacket, Freddy Viapiano, waves at Black Lagoon Company and says "Heyo." The man in the yellow t-shirt, Martin Zappala, surveys the studio and says "Not a bad place you got here."
The two move toward the sofa opposite of the one that Rock is seated on. They both sit down, Viapiano on the left, Zappala on the right. Benny brews himself coffee in the kitchen as Revy stands next to the mounted telephone, her arms crossed. Dutch seats himself on the sofa opposite the two 'Ndrangheta mobsters as Rock climbs off the sofa and stands behind Dutch. Dutch holsters his revolver and asks "Name's Dutch. You know who we are, right? Have a job for us?"
Viapiano slightly smiles and says "Yea, we know who you are. Yesterday we met with one of Roanapur's organizations for the sake of burying the hatchet, and today we are here to do the same. My name is Freddy Viapiano, and this guy here is a business partner of mine…Martin Zappala. You worked with one of our other former associates…Luca Cavalcanti."
Rock's eyes twitch as Revy yells out "ROCK! LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!" Revy reaches under Rock's shirt and grabs his M9, aiming the M9 at Viapiano and Zappala as Rock locks the door. She screams out, furious "WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU PSYCHO COCKSUCKERS, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" Viapiano laughs and says "Jesus fucking Christ, I got a better reception from the Russian broad, and that's saying something. It seems like every piece of tail here is menstruating 24/7 in this city."
"THE FUCK YOU JUST SAID?" Revy yells out as Dutch darts an extremely dirty look at Revy. Breathing heavily and enraged, she ultimately capitulates, handing back Rock's M9. She heads toward her room to retrieve her Cutlasses as Viapiano says to Dutch in English and Italian "Thank you. I can't exactly say that I was expecting a good reception, given the kind of shit that Luca laid on everyone's doorstep, that squilibrato (deranged) fuck. Just let it be on the record that we have no ill will toward you for killing Luca, and that you actually done us a favor. Look, I ain't gonna pretend like you owe us anything, and I also ain't gonna pretend like we actually miss the guy."
Revy returns with her Cutlasses on her shoulder holsters, both weapons fully loaded. She looks at Viapiano and says "That so?" Viapiano nods and says "That fucking so. The cocksucker would never have gotten in had his pops not been the fucking legend that he was back in NYC. Look, he was a smart guy, but guy's brain was ugatz (shit) from day one. When he had to swear on the Bible for his initiation, the baccalà (idiot) tried to write on it 'by Luca Cavalcanti'. Fucking serious, had he not been a Cavalcanti, the stronzo (son of a bitch) would have been clipped on the spot. Woulda saved all of us the fucking headache!"
Zappala turns to Viapiano and says "Take it easy, Freddy. You're going to work up a fucking stroke!" Viapiano glares at Zappala and says "Stroke? I hope that cocksucker is enjoying a never ending stroke in Satan's garage or shit. Not only did he sell off all that coke to a fucking government agent to get information for his sick games, which, might I remind you, is not exactly something that you could kick up to upper management…he also gave us a bad fucking name! Motherfucker!"
Viapiano turns to Dutch and says "Look, we try not to employ psychos…the Tommy DeSimones…the Luca Cavalcantis…we try to avoid that. People like that are bad business. They make us look bad and bring heat on us. And lady, Revy right? Had you not whacked Luca, we would have done it ourselves, so don't make us look like the bad guys here. Sfacime (dickhead)! Look I tell ya, I fucking tell ya, I never seen that guy with a broad. Like he thinks that he is above sex. How the fuck can you trust a guy that thinks that he is better than fucking? Huh, how about that? And the Satanic shit that he did, all the serial killer bullshit? Fuck, the cocksucker was a disgrace to good Italians and a fucking disgrace to good Catholics!"
Dutch smiles and says "It's alright, you proved your point." Viapiano nods and says "Hey, right now, we're the guests. It's with your grace that we are seated here, as guests in your castle. And in light of recent and hopefully nonrecurring humiliations, I consider it a pleasure to work with men, err…and women, that are committed to making their wallets fatter, and my wallet fatter." Dutch smiles and turns to Revy, saying "Go get Mr. Viapiano a coffee."
Revy glares at Dutch with an angry look, to which Dutch retorts by saying in a slightly annoyed tone "Revy, they are our guests…" Benny yells out "I got enough for a lot of cups. Does anyone else want a coffee?" Zappala yells out "Hey, got any beer?" "Yeah, Heineken," Benny replies. "Good taste, I'll have one," Zappala replies, matter-of-factly.
Revy groans and props a cup of coffee and a can of Heineken on the coffee table. "Grazie, missy," Viapiano says. "Thanks," Zappala says, opening the can of beer. He takes a large gulp of cold beer as Viapiano blows on his coffee. Viapiano takes a sip of coffee and laughs, saying "Marone (Madonna), I just had a Vietnam War flashback to Yaletown in '95, back in Vancouver. I was visiting Luca's apartment there to talk business, and as he swings the door open, the pezzo di merda (piece of shit) was covered in blood, wearing this apron. Like the tips of his hair were fucking soaked. He had these eyes, like he was possessed by fucking Satan himself. I was half expecting a headless goat to run out the door. Like it was some Charles Manson cult shit! Marone, I couldn't fucking eat that day. I just said 'See ya tomorrow' and ran straight to the bar. Had to down five beers before I could block that fucking sight out of my head! Jesus!"
Rock and Revy listen to the conversation, picking up every single detail. Rock scratches his back, his fingers running across the tape on his back. Dutch leans back on the sofa and says "That's all interesting, Mr. Viapiano, but I can tell that you came here with more than an olive branch. If you wish to hire us, we are more than willing to listen to any offers." Martin Zappala interjects and says "Yeah, down to business. Basically, to cut a long story short, we need your entire crew, and your ship, to help haul a small barge into deep waters for waste 'disposal'." He puts extra emphasis on the word 'disposal'. Dutch glares at Martin Zappala and asks "Are you hiring us to dump bodies?" Zappala laughs and says "No, if that was the case, I'd put the emphasis on the word 'waste' in that particular fucking sentence. Nah, basically, we have a plant in elsewheres, and that plant is the main operation for us right now. Now later, we gonna get other things coming in, but this is our cash cow at the moment."
Dutch glares at Zappala in confusion and asks "What the hell are you talking about?" Zappala leans forward and says "Recycled waste dumping. Those stupid fucks in the Canadian government give businesses over there the incentive to take back used products for the sake of recycling, by giving them subsidies. You know, like tax breaks and money and shit. Some of those same businesses would take a step further and charge people small fees when they return their broken laptops and shit. Course, you can't recycle certain products, cause you just can't. Think those big shot corporations making those fancy cell phones are going to use composite plastic that would cause half the digits on the phone to not work? Fucking think again! We offer to take their 'recycled' trash off their hands for a fee, then we ship the shit out of Vancouver and send it to our plant here in Southeast Asia. We were going to use China, but the fucking Triads over there got that racket under their vice grip. Anyway, we hire people to break the shit down and extract the good stuff…gold, copper, all that shit. Then we dump the leftover garbage someplace where no one gives a shit about it. It's the best fucking scam on God's green Earth!"
Dutch listens on in interest. Nodding, he says "So you need help with the dumping part of the scam?" Zappala nods and says "We are stretched thin and short on boats. Manpower is the issue right now, more than anything. Everything and everyone is focused on the transport from Vancouver and on the actual plant management." Dutch nods and asks "Where is the plant?" Zappala takes a gulp of Heineken and says "Rạch Giá, well close to the city. Southern Vietnam. Like the asshair of the country." The word 'Vietnam' resonates in Dutch's head. Hiding his feelings, Dutch asks "Where do you want us to dump the garbage?" Zappala thinks for a second, and then answers "Someplace where it won't bother anyone, so there won't be any red flags. I'm thinking of where the Gulf of Thailand ends and the South China Sea begins."
Dutch nods a few times, leaning back on the sofa. After a pause, he asks the magic question "How much for the job?" Viapiano jumps in and says "Yeah, this is a bit more of an example of a salary then a commission. About that grand that we owe for each job, I'm thinking that maybe we could work something out." Dutch leans forward and asks "Well, how many trips do you need us to do?" Zappala interjects, saying "Twice a week. Tuesday and Friday. At least for the next two weeks. The barge is small and the waste is pilling so high, it could tip the fucking Hoover Dam. Now, you handle the expenses, fuel and all that. I'm thinking of something around…f…five hundred a trip?"
Dutch bursts out laughing, saying "$500 a trip? What's the distance from Roanapur to Rạch Giá, and from there to the dumpsite?" Zappala thinks for a minute, and says "I'd say around 500 miles." Dutch sighs and says "So around 1,000 miles, round trip. Rock, how much is the price of gasoline?" Rock answers "It's around $1.30 a gallon last time I checked." Viapiano looks up and says "Hey, you that Japanese guy, right?" "Yeah, name is Rock," Rock replies. Dutch mutters "So…the ship runs with 20 MPG. That's 50 gallons, or $53 spent on gas. Which means that we make around $447 per drop-off. Let's round to $448 to make it easy to divide. That means that each of us makes $112 a job. You got to do better than that, Mr. Zappala. We are putting our lives on the line against pirates and local navies."
Zappala looks at Viapiano, who shrugs. Zappala then grabs his Heineken and takes another sip. After a pause, he says "A grand a trip." Rock interjects, saying "Then that means that we only make $237 per trip. We need to worry about replenishing ammunition, paying rent…buying stuff to eat." Zappala takes a deep breath and says "2 grand per trip. You will make around somewhere…four, $486 with a change, each. I think that's fair. I ain't going higher."
Dutch replies, saying "It's not $486 per person given costs for food and such, but I think that's fair as well. Alright Mr. Zappala and Mr. Viapiano, we have a deal." Dutch extends his right hand, shaking Zappala's cold and wet right hand. Dutch then shakes hands with Viapiano. Zappala mutters "It's December 30 right now. We'll start on Friday. That alright?" Dutch nods and says "Yea, it's alright."
Viapiano blurts out, asking Dutch "Hey, Dutch. You know where we could find a place that makes espresso here?" Zappala laughs and rolls his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment. Dutch shakes his head and says "You could get a machine to do it for you, but there aren't really any cafes here for espresso." Zappala turns to Viapiano and says "I told you, it's fucking Thailand. We ain't in Vancouver anymore, and especially not in your old town Soverato." Viapiano smiles and says "At least the beach here reminds me a little of Soverato. Fuck, I should go visit home in a few weeks."
Revy nudges Rock's right shoulder and says "Wanna head out?" Rock shrugs his shoulders and says "Sure." Revy turns to Zappala and Viapiano and says "See ya, Zappala. See ya Freddy V.P." Viapiano quickly jerks left, facing Zappala, and says "I told ya someone was gonna call me that! 20 bucks, Marty, you owe me." Zappala rolls his eyes and says "Freddy, the bet was if someone would call you Freddy V.I.P." Viapiano snaps his fingers and signals with his right hand, saying "$20, Marty. Don't make me pull rank over here!"
As Zappala fishes out a $20 bill, Rock and Revy exit the studio. Revy turns to Rock as Rock closes the door, saying "You packing? M9 has a full clip, right?" Rock nods as Revy walks toward the garage. The two step into the Town Car, with Revy in the driver seat and Rock seated right next to her. "Where are we going, Revy?" Rock inquires.
Revy blinks and says "Leroy, you remember Leroy? The guy that gave us the information on the psycho maid back when she came back, and the guy that gave us info on the 'Ndrangheta. He has a job for us, something outside Black Lagoon Company. Said there is a lot of money in it. You up for it?" Rock pauses for a second, grimaces, shrugs, and says "Sure, I could use the cash."
Revy turns the engine on and drives out of the garage and onto an alleyway. Rock exits the car and approaches the garage. He lowers the garage door and exits through the side entrance, locking the side entrance. Rock then returns to his original seat in the Town Car as the two drive off.
As Revy passes an intersection, Rock asks "So, you believe their story? Those two Italian mobsters?" Revy navigates around a truck that has been left in double parking and says "I never would trust a word that comes out of the mouths of those fucks, but I can tell that they are just here to make a buck and make it fast. The kind that Roanapur loves to attract. I don't think that they will be a problem unless money gets involved." Rock fishes out a pack of Natural American Spirit and says "I've been thinking the same, as well. Viapiano does seem a bit high strung, though. Zappala…all I can tell is that he must have smoked four packs a day to get a voice as raspy as that." Revy laughs and says "Yeah, his voice is a little fucking grating on the ears."
Rock holds a cigarette in his mouth and retrieves a lighter. He lights the cigarette and takes a drag. Rock then motions the pack of cigarettes at Revy. Revy nods, stops in front of a red light, and fishes out a cigarette from Rock's pack. Rock extends his lighter over to her and lights her cigarette, from which she takes a drag. The light turns green as Revy hits the gas pedal and accelerates past the intersection. Taking another drag, Revy asks "So Rock, about you and the detox?" Rock sighs and says "At this point, it's nothing more annoying than a nicotine craving. I think I got off lucky, though. I am not going to do that again."
Revy nods and lowers the driver side window. Rock lowers the nearby window as well as Revy enters the Red Light District of Roanapur. Bars, night clubs, and restaurants pass by, too early to bustle with activity. Rock looks at the clock on the Town Car, reading that it's 4:11 P.M. Revy turns right on an intersection and enters a vacant lot, long abandoned. Inside the lot, a grayish blue Ford Fairmont 4-door sedan is parked.
Revy drives up to the Ford Fairmont, the cars facing opposite directions as Revy and Leroy stare at each other face-to-face. Leroy is wearing a beige button shirt and a gold chain on his neck. Revy shrugs her shoulders, cigarette in her hand, and says "What's with all the secrecy? We could have just driven up to your office." Leroy taps against the nearby car door and says "I'm fumigating my place and my temporary apartment is on the other side of Roanapur. I was in the area and wanted to save you a trip." Revy rolls her eyes and says "Alright, what you got for us?"
Leroy points his right index finger into the air and says "Wait, first. I need your promise that you are taking the job." Revy waves her arms around in confusion and asks "The fuck? Are we going to mess with anyone important? Balalaika, Chang? What is this?" Leroy shakes his head and says "No, nobody important. Just a bunch of independents. Thing is, I paid for this information, and I got to protect my investment."
Revy looks towards Rock, waiting for a response from him. Rock realizes this and slowly nods. Revy turns back to Leroy and says "Alright, but you better not be screwing with us. If this is involving anyone important, all bets are off." Leroy glares at Revy with an annoyed smile and says "Relax. Calm down. Here, take this." Leroy extends a small folder over to Revy, the folder containing a single sheet of paper. As Revy opens the folder, Leroy says "This trio of Indians has been sticking up pretty much anything all across Southeast Asia. They hit a liquor store in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, a bank in Singapore, pulled off a couple of robberies in Palembang, Indonesia. Then they moved over to Jakarta, Indonesia and robbed a couple of stores there. You'd think they'd quit while they're ahead, but no. They go back up the Java Sea and hit up Kuching, Malaysia. They took down an armored car, like I'm talking serious money. Now they are here in Roanapur to count their winnings. I want you to take the money and we all get a cut."
As Revy tosses the folder away and pockets the sheet of paper, Leroy continues "This gang is run by this former drug dealer that used to work for D-Company in Bangalore. D-Company, as in Indian Mafia. His name is Javare. Javare doesn't work with D-Company anymore, so no worries from them. He recruited his girlfriend, also from Bangalore, I think her name is Meghana. The two then recruited another friend, some ex-cop from Jaipur named Sudhir. Sudhir has a shotgun, as reported in the robberies, so watch out."
"The fuck do you know all this?" Revy inquires, raising her eyebrows. Leroy smiles and says "I'm an information broker. It's my job." Revy laughs and says "Horseshit! You tell us what's what or we are walking. I am not going to stick my face into a hornet's nest." Leroy groans and arcs his head back, digging his back into his seating. "FINE! ALRIGHT! There was a fourth guy, an outsider. Was hired by the group, he was the explosives guy. They double crossed him and left him for dead. He didn't die so easily, and so he sold me the information on them for payback. He doesn't want any of the money, his payoff was when he sold me the info. He just wants the thieves dead. Trust me, the Indian Mafia doesn't care about these fuckers, no one does."
Revy nods to herself and says "Alright, I'm trusting you, but only because your word is your job. Don't fuck with us, because you got a reputation to protect. How are we splitting the money?" Leroy leans forward and says "I get 65, you two get 35." "Go fuck yourself," Revy quickly replies. Leroy waves his hands over the driver side car door and says "I'm taking a financial risk here." Revy laughs and says "Well we are taking a physical fucking risk here, so come back to us when you are making sense."
"60/40, you two both get 20 percent," Leroy retorts as he and Revy enter an auction of sorts. "40/60, you get 40, we both get 30," Revy counters with her own offer. Leroy rolls his eyes and says "I need to fucking recoup my expenses, Revy." Revy stares blankly at Leroy, unyielding. Leroy shakes his head and says "50/50, you both get 25. Now Revy, remember…you owe me for the information on Roberta, alright. I still haven't forgotten on how you held me at gunpoint."
Revy seethes and says "Fine…but this better be a serious haul, Leroy." Leroy laughs and says "I don't know why you are splitting even with Rock over there. 25 percent for looking pretty seems like a free ride to me." Rock pulls out his M9 and extends it past Revy, out of the window. "Bang!" Rock yells out as Leroy flinches and ducks under his car. Revy laughs hysterically as Leroy yells "I didn't see that coming!" Rock holsters his M9 as Revy says "Alright, be at your temporary office and stay there. We'll be done in a couple of hours, tops." Revy drives off as Leroy recovers from his shock.
"So, are we going to rob the thieves first?" Rock inquires, slightly nervous. He is slowly coming to grips with the thought of entering a genuine shootout, instead of simply hiding as bullets zip by. Revy shakes her head and says "This isn't something Dutch authorized, so if Leroy is actually tricking us into attacking someone important, I rather not get noticed. You got money? I'm going to stop the car near the market. You go hit some stores, buy me a hoodie, some new pants, gloves, and a ski mask. Not in the same fucking store. I'll do the same for you. I'm a small. I'm guessing that you're a medium?" Rock sighs and nods "Yeah, I'm a medium." Revy nods and says "Good, the ski mask and the gloves are important. Do not fucking forget either of them!"
Suddenly, Revy's cell phone vibrates. She puts the car in double parking, spots the caller ID, and answers the phone, saying "Yeah Dutch?"
Inside in Black Lagoon Company studio, Dutch, still dressed in his earlier clothes, says on the telephone "Revy, we got to talk." Revy leans back in her seat and says "What about?" Dutch sighs and says "It's about your immaturity and your behavior in front of clients. Now I know that Cavalcanti was a scumbag, but Viapiano and Zappala are our clients and I really, REALLY appreciate it if you don't threaten to KILL OUR CLIENTS!" Revy groans in anger in response to a rare burst of emotion from Dutch. Rolling her eyes and more focused on present business, she says "Look…fucking whatever alright? Dutch…fine. I'm sorry, I got fucking carried away." Rock looks on in surprise as Revy apologizes for her actions. Dutch is not amused, however, yelling "I don't care if you are sorry! Just don't let it happen again! Bye!" Dutch hangs up the phone as Revy grinds her teeth in rage.
"I never thought I'd hear you apologize for something like that," Rock mutters. Revy glares at Rock and says "I wouldn't have if there wasn't fucking money to be made, alright? Fuck Dutch, I got bigger things to think about!" She switches the car to drive and speeds onward, heading toward the market. After a while of driving, the two arrive at a commercial district. Revy parks the car and says "Remember, not in the same store. You get for me, I get for you." Rock nods as the two head their separate ways.
Revy drives the Town Car out of the commercial district. Passing an intersection, she spots an alleyway and drives into it. Turning to Rock, she says "Alright, what you got for me?" The two exchange the clothes that they purchased and proceed to strip down into their underwear. Revy, keeping her black tank top but removing her shoulder holsters, glares at Rock. Holding the grey hoodie that Rock purchased for her, she glares with an incredulous look and says "'World's Greatest Grandpa'? Are you fucking joking?" Rock laughs and says "It was the cheapest one they had." Revy chuckles and puts the grey hoodie on, the words 'World's Greatest Grandpa' in the middle of the hoodie, in blue lettering. She puts on a pair of black sweat pants that Rock also purchased for her. Rock, in turn, puts on a pair of red track pants and a green hoodie that says 'Muay Thai' in both Thai and English white lettering. Revy places her two Cutlasses in her hoodie's pockets, one pistol in each pocket, as Rock places his M9 in his right side hoodie pocket.
The two dump their street clothes and Revy's shoulder holsters onto the backseat, the ski masks and gloves on each other's laps. Revy turns on the radio, the radio cutting to the beginning of "Benzaiten" by Japanese 70s progressive rock musician Osamu Kitajima. "What's this?" Revy asks, curious. Rock nervously laughs and says "It's Thailand's Japanese radio station. They usually play 70s rock. Psychedelic, progressive, and others." Revy raises her eyebrow and asks "The Japanese had 70s rock musicians? Like Hendrix and The Doors?" Rock laughs and says "Almost every country that ever had a U.S. Military Base on it during the 70s, had 70s style rock music, in some shape or form. Soldiers would bring it from the base, and then people catch interest, and then it becomes widespread."
Revy nods to herself, saying "Interesting." She sets the car to drive and slowly maneuvers the Town Car out of the alleyway. The Town Car returns to the main road and continues onto its ultimate destination.
Parking near an apartment complex, Revy grabs her ski mask and set of gloves and stuffs them in her pockets. Rock does the same, stuffing both the ski mask and the gloves into the empty pocket. Revy then turns to Rock and says "Apartment 25, second floor. You need to piss or shit, now's the time to say so. Smoke?" Rock shakes his head and says, nervously "I'm good…I'm good." A sense of dread and anxiety fills up Rock's chest as he comes to terms with what will soon transpire. He exits the car, hood over his head, and slams the door. Revy exits the car afterwards, hood also over her head, and slams her door shut, locking the Town Car. While walking toward the entrance, he mumbles quietly "They are scum and would do the same to me. They are scum and would do the same to me."
The two hurry toward the entrance of a large, 6 floor brick apartment. Passing through the entrance, Rock spots a flight of stairs and approaches it. "Gloves and mask, now," Revy whispers as Rock puts on the gloves. Revy does the same as well as Rock struggles to put his ski mask on. Revy pulls her ski mask over her face, the ends of her hair sticking out from under the ski mask. She grabs Rock's ski mask and forcefully pulls it over his head. "You okay Rock?" she mutters.
Rock nervously chuckles and whispers "In about 10 minutes, either we'll be dead or everyone in that apartment will be." He heads up the flight of stairs, his hands shaking as he pulls his M9 out of his pocket. Revy draws both of her Cutlasses as Rock takes his first step onto the second floor. His heartbeat is so fast that his heart might just burst out of his chest. Rock spots apartment 25 and slowly approaches it, M9 gripped tightly in his right hand. He mumbles once more "They are scum and would do the same to me. They are scum and would do the same to me." Rock stands to the left of the door, his back pressed against the wall. Loud music is played inside the apartment as Revy approaches the door. She presses her back against the wall, to the right of the apartment. She whispers "Rock…you good?" Rock quietly laughs and nervously whispers "You know, I actually could go for meth right now."
Revy glares at Rock and says "What?" Rock takes a deep breath and whispers "How are you not nervous, Revy?" Revy whispers back "I am fucking nervous, but I shoved it to the back of my head. What's wrong with you?" Rock hyperventilates and whispers "Nothing's wrong, this is just something I haven't done before. I'm fucking nervous." Revy snarls and whispers "Rock, we are attracting too much fucking attention. Now or never." His breathing heavy and his hands shaking, he attempts to work up a rage. Rock whispers back "I fucking know, Revy. Fuck…shit, shit. Oh fuck." Revy rolls her eyes and whispers "Rock, stay here, I got this covered. You'll get your 25%, just don't go in. You're too fucking nervous and will get yourself killed." Revy's words were the spark that Rock needed, as his eyes twitch and his teeth grind against each other. He whispers in a slightly raised tone "Revy, get the fucking door." "You're at the Rubicon, Rock. Moment of truth," Revy whispers back, surveying the hallway of the apartment complex.
"Fucking door, now," Rock blurts out as Revy turns toward the door and kicks it open. Inside, a topless dark-skinned Indian woman with long, black hair, dressed in jeans and black sandals, is in the midst of snorting a mountain of cocaine propped on a table, a rolled up piece of paper money stuck in her left nostril. Behind her, resting on a wall, is a slightly lighter skinned Indian man in brown sandals, black track pants, and a sleeveless white shirt, sporting a thick handle bar moustache, chin stubble, and wavy black hair, watching on television a music clip of the Kannada song "Neeve Nanna" from the Kannada film "Dance Raja Dance."
At the moment that Revy knocks the door down, Rock jumps into the doorway and aims his M9 at the Indian man in the white shirt. His anxiety immediately replaced with an overload of adrenaline, Rock pulls the trigger, firing a bullet that harmlessly strikes the wall, inches away from the Indian man's head. The Indian man ducks and climbs into a hallway to the right as the Indian woman, Meghana, yells "SULE MAGA (Son of a bitch)!" in Kannada. She grabs a Smith and Wesson Model 39, the powder cocaine covering the black metal of the gun, and prepares to aim at Rock and Revy.
"DANCE DANCE! RAJA DANCE! DANCE DANCE! RAJA DANCE!" the extremely loud music from the television drills deep into Rock's and Revy' heads.
Rock quickly adjusts his aim to Meghana and fires a bullet, striking her in her right shoulder. Yelling in pain, she fires a shot, missing a foot above Rock's head as he flinches out of reflex. Revy jumps into the apartment and fires two shots from the Cutlass in her right hand, followed by a third shot from the Cutlass in her left hand. The first shot grazes Meghana's left ear, the second shot hits Meghana in her stomach, and the third bullet strikes her left lung. She falls backwards, flipping the table over. Powder cocaine engulfs the living room of the apartment, covering Rock and Revy. Meghana climbs onto her left shoulder, coughs out blood, and tries to raise her Smith and Wesson at Revy, who finishes her off with a bullet to her heart. Meghana slumps dead, money still in her nostril, as Rock shuts the door behind him.
The powder cocaine starts to slowly trek down the ski masks and into Rock's and Revy's nostrils. "My face is becoming numb!" Rock exclaims, hugging the wall, M9 in his hands. Suddenly, a man in a nearby room exclaims in Kannada "Meghana? Meghana! Ninna amma na keya (fuck your mother)!" A man in a separate room exclaims in English and Hindi "Javare! Two gunmen! Maim bandukeh (I have the shotgun)!" Javare yells out in response to Sudhir's declaration, saying "Okay! Okay!"
Revy taps on Rock's shoulder, who violently jerks in response. She motions him to cover the other side of the hallway, which Rock obliges by running and ducking through the hallway. Across the hallway are three doors, one on the left, one on the right, and one at the far end. At this point, the powder cocaine has found its way into both Revy's and Rock's noses, who are suddenly feeling the effects of the narcotic. Without warning, Rock ducks and enters the hallway, M9 in hand, as Revy yells "Get the fuck back!"
The door on the left slams open, striking Rock in the forehead and knocking him on his ass. The man behind the door, Javare, who is dressed in a green t-shirt and jeans, sporting a moustache and five O'clock shadow, with wavy hair combed to the right, clutches tightly onto a SIG P210 pistol. He blindly fires around the door, as Revy yells "FUCK!" She turns the corner and fires five shots from her Cutlasses, but not before Javare got off three rounds of his own. The first of Javare's bullets sails into the wall next to the TV. The second bullet sails harmlessly into the ground. The final bullet gashes the skin on Rock's right ribs, drawing blood. The first two of Revy's bullets harmlessly strike the wooden door. The third bullet hits Javare in his left hand, the fourth penetrates the door and hits Javare in his pelvis right above the crotch, and the fifth bullet penetrates the door and strikes Javare in the back of his head, cutting open the jugular vein.
Rock feels a surge of pain, as if his right ribs have just been hit by a club. Suddenly, a burning sensation takes over Rock as Javare drops face first to the floor, bleeding to death. "Rock! You okay? Fucking answer me!" Revy yells out, ducking into the hallway to check on Rock. Rock groans in pain and gives Revy the thumbs up gesture with his left hand. Suddenly, the door at the end of the hallway swings open as Sudhir yells out in Hindi "Tukh un bahana karmikeli jarehay, madar chod (You're going to bleed, motherfucker)!" Revy spots this and ducks back into cover as Sudhir fires a round from his shotgun, a SPAS-12 without the buttstock. The shot strikes the wooden cabinet under the TV. As Sudhir prepares to pump the SPAS-12, Rock climbs to his feet and lunges at Sudhir. He uses his right shoulder to pin the SPAS-12 to the right wall. Rock then fires three shots into Sudhir, the first shot striking Sudhir's extended left arm, the second striking his left lung, and final bullet striking Sudhir's stomach. Sudhir slumps to the ground, dropping his shotgun, bleeding heavily and coughing blood.
Suddenly, Sudhir reaches behind his waist, drawing a Glock 17. Favoring his right ribs, Rock spots the glint of metal and quickly fires a shot into Sudhir's heart, killing him. He turns around to find that Javare has bled to death. Revy pockets one of her Cutlasses and yells "Rock! You got shot, is it serious?" Rock laughs and says "I'm fucking alive! I have no idea how I'm alive! Who cares about a scratch on my ribs…argh! Now it's starting to throb!" Revy pats Rock on his right shoulder and scans each room for any further hostility. Satisfied, she pockets her other Cutlass and says "You get a paper towel and clean up. I think you dripped some blood on the floor. I'll look for the money. Don't turn off the fucking TV, no matter how annoying that shit is. The music drowns out our noise."
Holstering his M9, Rock pants and groans, asking "All of the blood on the floor?" Revy rummages through one of the two bedrooms, the one on the right, saying "Just your blood. If you can't find detergent, just use cold water. Best you can do anyway." Rock approaches the living room of the apartment, almost stepping on Meghana's dead left hand. The TV ends the clip of "Neeve Nanna" and begins to play a clip of "Amma Amma", also from "Dance Raja Dance." Grabbing a paper towel, Rock tears off a roll of several sheets, all still attached to each other. He tries to turn the faucet in the kitchen sink on, but no water comes through. Groaning in pain, he walks toward the bathroom, avoiding blood pools and stepping over Javare's body.
Having rummaged through the bedroom on the right, Revy turns her attention to the bedroom at the end of the hallway, stepping over Sudhir's feet. Rock approaches the bathroom sink and pours water on the paper towel. Tearing the paper towel in half, he soaks his bleeding rib with water. Tossing the blood covered paper towel into the toilet, he steps back into the hallway and finds the blood pools that he left behind. Cleaning the blood pools, Rock says "Revy, I need a new set of medical tape for my chest again."
"Why didn't you use the fucking sink in the kitchen?" Revy yells out, flipping over a mattress. Rock groans and says "The water wasn't running…wait a minute." He tosses the other blood soaked towel into the toilet and jogs toward the kitchen sink. Opening the cabinet underneath the sink, he finds that a pipe is missing from the sink and that a continuous leak of water is pouring next to a black duffle bag. Quickly shutting off the faucet, Rock returns to the duffle bag and pulls it out of the cabinet. Unzipping the bag, he glares in shock and delight as entire stacks of brightly colored monies gleam under the ornery, fluorescent ceiling lamp. Every stack begins with the number 1,000. Rock laughs and grips tightly onto the duffle bag, yelling "REVY! WE ARE RICH!"
Revy runs back into the living room, almost tripping over Javare's blood soaked head. Behind her ski mask, she gleams in excitement as she approaches the duffle bag. Peering into the contents, she turns to Rock and yells "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! THESE ARE INDIAN RUPEES! Look at the picture of Gandhi on them and shit!" Rock laughs and says "There are still a lot them. Sure, I know, one grand in rupees isn't much in USD, but still! Holy shit!" Rock zips the duffle bag up and hands it to Revy. He returns to the bathroom, flushing the bloodied paper towels. Revy kneels down by Meghana's body and pulls out a rolled up 1,000 Indian Rupee note, the tip covered in blood. "Yeah, fuck this," Revy mutters, tossing the bill away.
Rock returns to the living room and nods at Revy, saying "Let's get out of here before the cops show up." Revy slings the duffle bag around her right shoulder and runs toward the exit. Swinging the door open, she jogs toward the stairwell as Rock steadily follows, grunting in pain. As the two exit the apartment, they break into sprints and run toward the Town Car. Revy quickly unlocks the driver side door and steps into the driver's seat, unlocking the rest of the doors with a push of a button. She tosses the duffle bag into the seat behind her as Rock jumps into the passenger seat next to Revy. They both slam their respective doors shut as Revy turns the engine on with her right hand. Rock removes his ski mask and gloves as Revy mashes the gas pedal and drives away.
Rock smiles and turns to Revy, saying "I think I snorted some of the cocaine." Revy removes her ski mask with her left hand and replies "Same here, I'm a little high, heh." Rock laughs and says "This doesn't help my detox." After a pause, he continues "So…I say we did well today, 'World's Greatest Grandpa'." Revy laughs and yells "Fuck you, you idiot!" Rock favors his blood soaked ribs and says "I got shot! I thought it would just feel like cutting your finger with a kitchen knife, but damn…argh!" Revy stops at a red light and removes her gloves, saying "I had worse Rock. You'll be fucking alright. You had me scared shitless for a bit. The fuck you were thinking, heading into the hallway?" Rock groans and says "If I didn't, we would have been spending the evening playing duck and cover with that guy's shotgun. He didn't see me, which allowed me to surprise him."
Revy drives past the intersection and says "Don't take unnecessary risks, Rock!" Rock ignores her and laughs. His laughter turning into grimacing, Rock says "I think I know what you meant earlier. About 'combat high', back when we were watching that Japanese movie. I'm starting to come down from the adrenaline and cocaine rush." Revy grimaces herself and mumbles "Hm."
After a long pause, Rock inquires "You know where Leroy's temporary place is?" Revy nods and says "Yeah, he wrote it down, next to the address of the Indian robbers." Rock nods and says "So, what now?" Revy thinks for a second and responds "Now…now we are going to bring the money and our clothes to Leroy. The money will get counted, we will get our cut, and hopefully he'll have something to fix up your ribs. A bandage or some shit. A bag too, maybe. For our clothes. We are going to have to burn them someplace." Rock smirks and says "You are very thorough." Revy sighs and says "Again, this isn't official business. I want to be doubly-fucking sure that this doesn't come back to us. Dutch is already pissed off enough."
Arriving in front of a 4 floor apartment building, Revy parks the Town Car. She shoves her ski mask and her gloves into her hoodie's pockets as Rock does the same. Their pistols holstered, also in their pockets, the two exit the car, Revy holding the duffle bag in her arms. They enter the apartment and come across a wall of mail boxes. Revy nudges Rock and says "Apartment 4, on the left." Approaching apartment 4, Revy knocks once, and then three times in rapid sequence. Leroy slowly opens the door, stepping outside with a Heckler and Koch HK4 pistol as Revy and Rock funnel into the apartment. Seeing that the coast is clear, Leroy steps back in and locks the apartment door.
"We got the stuff, Leroy, but Rock got shot. Nothing serious, just a gash on the ribs. Got any bandages or something?" Revy asks, dropping the duffle bag on the floor. Leroy turns to Rock and says "First door from the entrance. Check the cabinet." Rock nods and enters the bathroom, removing his blood soaked hoodie and pants.
As Rock tends to his wounds, Revy unzips the duffle bag and presents the spoils of war. Leroy kneels by the duffle bag and says "That's a lot of rupees. They must have exchanged the money from the bank car for their local currency. Never seen so many rupees at once though. They are hard to export out of India." Leroy pulls a table closer and proceeds to empty the contents of the duffle bag onto the table. Leroy and Revy count the money as Rock nurses his wound.
Rock exits the bathroom, half naked, his pants soaked in water. A set of bandages cover the wound on his ribs, adding new layers to the tape on his chest. Leroy scribbles onto a sheet of paper and says "Well…that gives us…wow…slightly over half a crore." Revy smiles and says in disbelief "Half a crore? As in…5 million rupees? You're fucking shitting me!" Leroy laughs and says "It is for real, Revy. 5,600,000 rupees…holy shit!"
"How much does that give us in American currency?" Rock asks, grunting in pain. Leroy pulls out a sheet full of exchange rates and a calculator. Pushing several numbers in, he exclaims "$142,143! We struck gold!" Rock laughs, M9 in his right hand, asking "So you are saying…that Revy and I just made nearly 36 grand…like just that? I...I just made almost the equivalent of 10 months of work back in Japan…wow! 10 minutes and I just made $36,000…WOW!"
Rock and Revy both restrain the urge to kiss each other in front of Leroy, realizing quickly the potential disaster that could follow if word ever got out. Revy smiles and says "I forgot our regular clothes in the car. While you exchange the money, I'll get them here. You got a garbage bag we could use? We need to burn this shit." Leroy nods and says "Yeah…I got one. Just remember to knock when you come back."
Revy stares at Rock, wondering whether it be a good idea to leave him with Leroy. She grimaces and yells out "Hey Leroy, I look forward to future business, alright. Keep me posted if anything interesting comes up." "Yeah, yeah, you got it," Leroy replies as Revy exits the apartment. Leroy locks the apartment behind Revy and turns to Rock, asking "So…you want a beer?"
Rock shakes his head and slightly waves his right hand. He waves his M9 at Leroy and says "While Revy is out, let's exchange the rupees into American money." Leroy nods and says "Alright, I think I got $71,071 and change in American money."
As Leroy and Rock organize American currency on a table, a knock thunders through the apartment, followed by three brisk knocks. Leroy gets up and prepares to head to the entrance, before turning to Rock "If you steal anything, I'll know about it, so don't." Rock rolls his eyes as Leroy approaches the door. Annoyed and slightly anxious, Revy proceeds to knock violently on the door without hesitation. "Alright, alright already!" Leroy yells out as he lets Revy in, who is holding a shirt, a pair of shorts, a pair of pants, and two shoulder holsters for her Cutlasses. Leroy locks the door behind Revy as she props their clothes onto the floor.
Revy exits the bathroom with a black garbage bag full of clothes, having changed into her original attire. Rock, already in his original clothes, finishes stuffing the money into the duffle bag, tossing a quarter and three pennies into it. "So, are we done with the fucking bean counting?" Revy blurts out, dragging the garbage bag. "Hey, it's your pay day," Leroy replies as Rock zips up the duffle bag. Rock gets up and offers Leroy his hand, which Leroy shakes. "Nice work, Rock," Leroy mutters blankly. Revy laughs and says "Good thing I didn't get that coke and snot covered 1,000 note that the Indian woman was snorting with. We'd be here all day, debating on how to split a penny."
Leroy glares at Revy and says "You left 1,000 rupees at the apartment?" Revy laughs and says "Yea, not like you can buy anything with money covered in blood and cocaine." Leroy grabs his calculator and punches in a few numbers. Looking at Revy, he says "You owe me $12.69." Revy smiles at Leroy and says "Why wasn't I invited to your bar mitzvah?" Leroy laughs and says "I was born a Methodist. From South Carolina, in America. Now, $12.69. I said 50 percent of the money, and that 1,000 rupee banknote was part of the money. 50 percent of the money, as is."
Revy snickers and says "This is a joke, right?" Leroy snaps his fingers and extends his right hand, saying "$12.69 could get me a sake and bento box dinner at the Japanese restaurant in Balkana Square. C'mon Revy, it's a recession right now in Thailand. Money is tight."
Revy looks at Rock, and then at Leroy. Sarcastically laughing, she pulls her wallet out of her shorts and fishes out a $20 bill, American. "For the sake of our fucking convenience, I'll round up to $20." As she extends the $20 toward Leroy, she suddenly jerks her arm back. Laughing, she presses the $20 to her nose and blows into it. After blowing her nose into the $20 for half a minute, she extends the $20 note toward Leroy, who takes a step back. Revy tosses the saggy note at Leroy, who steps out of the way as the note falls on the floor.
Satisfied, Revy approaches Leroy and says "50 percent…as is. Sake and bento box dinner? Up your ass." She turns to Rock and says "We're leaving." Rock grabs the duffle bag and slings it over his left shoulder, snickering to himself. Garbage bag in hand, Revy swings the door open and exits the apartment, with Rock trailing behind.
Closing the doors to the Town Car, Rock and Revy dump the bag of clothes and the duffle bag onto the backseat. Revy turns the engine on and drive off, snickering "I think we did okay today, Rock." Rock laughs and says "We sure did, 'World's Greatest Grandpa'." Revy grinds her teeth and says "If that shit is going to become a catchphrase…fucking nip it in the bud!" Rock laughs and shakes his head, the pain in his ribs beginning to dwindle down. He pulls a pack of Natural American Spirit out of his pants and fishes out a pair of cigarettes. He puts both of them in his mouth and pulls out a lighter. Lighting them both, and taking a drag, he hands one of the cigarettes over to Revy. Still driving, Revy extends her head toward the cigarette and bites it out of Rock's hands, saying "Thanks."
Parking next to a set of derelict buildings, Revy exits the Town Car. Rock reaches for the bag of clothes in the backseat and exits the car as well, bag in hand. Revy closes the door and motions toward a green barrel leaning against a derelict building. She grabs the barrel and brings it to the middle of the empty sidewalk. Looking around, she asks "Didn't we fuck here before? After the hobo shit?" Rock surveys the buildings and says "Yea, I think it was here. Interesting." He dumps the garbage bag full of clothes into the empty, green barrel. Staring at the bag full of bloody clothes, Rock says "We need an accelerant to be sure that it burns thoroughly."
Revy nods and says "I bought a bottle of Bacardi 151. Should let it burn nicely." She returns to the Town Car and retrieves the bottle, plus the folder and piece of paper that Leroy handed to her in the vacant lot. Returning to the barrel, she hands Rock the folder and sheet of paper. Revy then removes the cap of the rum, takes a whiff of it, chuckles, and takes a swig of the Bacardi. Swallowing the rum, she then pours some of it over the opened garbage bag, soaking the clothes in rum. Revy then screws the cap back on and motions at Rock for the folder and sheet of paper. Revy places the sheet of paper back into the folder and pulls out her lighter. Setting the folder alight, she drops the folder into the barrel.
The barrel erupts like Krakatau, flames burning throughout the insides. Revy and Rock both take a step back, standing side by side, watching the fires burn. Rock grimaces and asks "Revy…in a span of a month, I killed four people. Luca Cavalcanti, Tuksy Morea, a hobo whose name I don't even know, and a man named Sudhir. I mean, I am fine. I don't really care, I think, but I still get these thoughts in the back of my head at times. How do you cope with it?"
Revy takes a deep breath and says "You don't think about it if it bothers you. You don't think about it in a way that does bother you. That's the magic in it. It's when you think about it in the wrong way, that's when you get those stinging feelings in your gut, in your head. So don't think about it…think about the money instead." Rock meekly smiles, favoring his right ribs. He says "Alright, I'll think about you instead." Revy smiles, rolls her eyes, and says "Fucking idiot."
Rock smirks and asks "Want to drop the money off at home and then head to the China Bowl?" Revy nods and says "Yeah, I'm hungry and shit. Let's fuck off out of here." Rock laughs and says "Yea, let's do that."
AN: India uses a numbering system in that, after the first three digits, a comma appears in every two digits. A crore means 10 million.