"Three Minutes and Thirty-Five Seconds Later."

A silver Porsche whips the corner leading to Roco's home, in hyperdrive. Easily doing 145 mph, the Porsche stops on a dime in front of Roco's house. a ringed finger touches the doorbell: Ding Dong.

Roco opens the door. He sees, standing in the doorway, the tuxedo-clad man. He looks down to his notebook, then up at Roco. "You are Roco, right? This is your house?" the tuxedo-clad man said.
"Yeah." Roco answered.
"I am Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai, I solve problems." The Wolf said.
"Good, because we got one." Roco said.
"So I heard. May I come in?" Yenrai asked.
"Please do." Roco answered as the two men walk to the dining room.
"I want to convey Mr. Vicious' gratitude with the help you are providing on this matter. Let me assure you Roco, Mr. Vicious' gratitude is worth having." Yenrai said. In the dining room, Spike and Jet stand up.
"You must be Jet Black, which would make you Spike Spiegel. Let us get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Roco?"
"100 Pecent." Roco said.
"Your sister, Stella... ...comes home at 9:30 in the morning, is that correct?" Yenrai asked.
"Uh-huh." Roco said.
"I was led to believe if she comes home and finds us here, she would not appreciate it none too much."
"She will not appreciate that. That gives us forty-five minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge, which, if you do what I say when I say it, should by plenty. Now you got a corpse in a ship, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it."

The three men hand back as Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai examines the ship. He studies the ship in silence, opening the door, looking inside, circling it. "Roco? Do me a favor, will you? Thought I smelled some coffee in there. Would you make me a cup?"
"Sure, how do you take it?" Roco said.
"Lots of cream, less sugar." Yenrai said as Roco exists and Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai continues his examination.
"About the ship, is there anything I need to know? Does it stall, does it make a lot of noise, does it smoke, is there gas in it, anything?' he said.
"Aside from how it looks, the ship is cool." Jet said.
"Positive? Do not get me out on the road and I find out the brake lights do not work." Yenrai said.
"Hey man, as far as I know, the motherfucker is tip-top." Jet said.
"Good enough, let us go back to the kitchen." Mao Yenrai said.

Back in the Kitchen, Roco hands Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai a cup of coffee. "Thank you, Roco." He takes a sip, then, pacing as he thinks, lays out for the three men the plan of action. "Okay first thing, you two. Take the body, stick it in the storage room of the ship. Now Roco, this looks to be a pretty domesticated house. That would lead me to believe that in the garage or under the sink, you got a bunch of cleansers and cleaners and shit like that, am I correct?" Mao Yenrai said.
"Yeah. Exactly. Under the sink." Roco answered.
"Good. What I need you two fellas to do is take those cleaning products and clean the inside of the ship. And I am talking fast, fast, fast. You need to go in the backseat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull. Get it out of there. Wipe down the upholstery -- now when it comes to upholstery, it does not need to be spic and span, you do not need to eat off in. Give it a good once over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected you gotta soak that shit up. But the windows are a different story. Them you really need to clean. Get the windex, do a good job. Now Roco, we need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets, I need comforters, I need quilts, I need bedspreads. The thicker the better, the darker the better. No whites, cannot use them. We need to camouflage the interior of the ship. We are gonna line the front seat and the backseat and the floor boards with quilts and blankets. If a cop stops up and starts sticking his big fucking snout in the ship, the subterfuge will not last. But at a glance, the car will appear to be normal. Roco -- lead the way, boys -- get to work." Mao Yenrai explained. Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai and Roco turn, heading for the bedroom, leaving Spike and Jet standing in the kitchen.
"A "please" would be nice." Spike called after him. Mao stops and turns around.
"Come again?" Mao asked.
"I said a "please" would be nice." Spike answered as Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai takes a step toward him.
"Set it straight, buster. I am not here to say "please." I am here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, you better fucking do it and do it quick. I am here to help. If my help is not appreciated, lots of luck gentlemen."
"It is not that way, Mr. Yenrai. Your help is definitely appreciated." Jet said.
"Mr. Yenrai. I do not mean any disrespect. I respect you. I just do not like people barking orders at me." Spike said.
"If I am curt with you, it is because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So pretty please, with cherries on top, clean the fucking ship." Mao said.

Roco Bonnaro is gathering all the bedspreads, quilts and linen he has while Mao Yenrai is on the phone. "It is an old fishing boat with "Bebop marked on the middle, green paint. Nothing, except for the mess inside that will take about twenty five minutes." Yenrai pauses for a moment and continues. "Nobody who will be missed. You are a good man, Bull. See you soon." Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai hangs the phone up and looks at Roco. "How are we coming, Roco?" Mao said as Roco comes over with a handful of linen. "Mr. Yenrai, you got to understand something --"
"-- Mao, Roco -- please, Mao." Yenrai interrupted.
"You got to understand something, Mao. I want to help you guys out and all, but that is my linen. It was a christmas present from our parents and they are not with us anymore --"
"-- let me ask you a question, if you do not mind?"
"Sure."
"Were your parents billionaires?" Mao asked him.
"No."
"Well, your uncle Vicious is. And I am positive if your parents were billionaires, they would have furnished you with a whole bedroom set, which your uncle Marsellus Vicious is more than happy to do." Mao explained as he takes out a roll of woolong, unmarked bills. "I like silk myself, that is what is in my bedroom. How about you Roco, are you a silk man?"
"Silk is nice." Roco said.

Both Spike Spiegel and Jet Black are inside the ship cleaning it up. Spike is in the front seat washing windows, while Jet is in the backseat, picking up little pieces of skull and gobs of brain. Both are twice as bloody as they were before. "Oh, man. I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit!" Jet said.
"Jet, did you ever the philosophy that once a man admits that he is wrong, and he is immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings? Have you ever heard that?" Spike asked.
"Man, get the fuck out of my face with that shit! The motherfucker who wrote that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull and brain with his fingers on account of your dumbass." Jet argued.
"I got a threshold, Jet. I got a threshold for the abuse I will take. And you are crossing it. And I am right now a fucking racing ship and you got me in the red. Redline 12000, that is where you are. Just know, it is fucking dangerous to have a racing ship in the fucking red that is all. I could blow." Spike said.
"Oh, you are getting ready to blow?" Jet asked.
"Yeah, I am ready to blow." Spike answered as he turns his head to Jet.
"Well I am a mushroom-cloud-laying motherfucker! Motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain I am "Big Shot T.N.T," I am the "Guns of Wyatt Fucking Earp." I am what Heero Yuy used to talk about. In fact, what the fuck am I doing in the back? You are the motherfucker who should be on brain and skull detail. We are fucking switching. I am washing windows and you are picking up this nigger's skull and brain." Jet said.

The interior of the ship has been cleaned and lined with bedspreads and quilts. Believe it or not, what looked like a portable slaughtership can actually pass for a non-descript fishing ship. Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai circles the ship examining it. Spike and Jet stand aside, their clothes are literally a bloody mess, but they do have a sense of pride in what a good job they have done. "Fine job, gentlemen. We may get out of this yet." Mao said.
"I cannot believe that is the same ship." Roco said.
"Well, let us not start sucking werewolves' dicks quite yet. Phase one is complete, clean the ship, which moves us right along to phase two, clean you two." The Wolf said.

Jet Black and Spike Spiegel stand side by side in their black suits, covered in blood, in Roco Bonnaro's backyard. Roco holds a plastic garbage bag, while Mao Yenrai holds a garden hose with one of those guns nossles attached. "Strip."
"All the way?" Spike asked.
"To your bare asses." Yenrai answered as they follow directions, Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai enjoys a smoke.
"Quickly gentlemen, we got about fifteen minutes before Roco's better-half comes pulling into the driveway." Mao ordered them.
"Goddamn this morning air is some chilly shit!" Jet said.
"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?" Spike asked.
"You know what you two look like?" he asked.
"What?"
"Like a couple of guys who just blew off a transvestite's head. Yes, stripping off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary. Toss the clothes in Roc's garbage bag." Yenrai said.
"Now Roco, do not do nothing stupid like putting that out in front of your house for Oscar the garbage man to take away." Jet said.
"Do not worry, we are taking it with us. Roc, the soap." Roco hands the now-naked man a bar of soap.
"Okay gentlemen, you both have been to County Prison before, I am sure. Here it comes." Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai hits the trigger, water shoots out, smacking both men.
"Goddamn, that water's fucking cold!" Jet shouted.
"Better you than me, gentlemen." The two hitmen, trembling, scrub themselves.
"Do not be afraid of the soap, spread it around." Mao Yenrai said as he stops the hose, tossing it on the ground.
"Towel them." Roco tosses them each a towel, which they rub furiously across the bodies.
"You are dry enough, give them their clothes.
"Okay fellas, in the one size fits-all category, we got swim trunks, one red -- one white. And two t-shirts. A KoRn shirt and an "I am with dumbass" shirt." Roco said.
"I get the "I am with dumbass" shirt." Jet said.

Jet Black and Spike Spiegel in their tee-shirts and swim trunks. They look a million miles away from the black-suited, bad-asses we first met. "Perfect. Perfect. We could not have planned this better. You guys look like...what do they look like, Roco?" The Wolf asked.
"Freaks. They look like a couple of freaks." Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai and Roco Bonnaro laugh.
"Ha ha ha. They are your clothes, motherfucker." Jet said.
"I guess you just gotta know how to wear them." Roco said.
"Yeah, well, our asses are not the expert on wearing freaky shit that yours is." Jet said.
"Come on, gentlemen, we are laughing and joking our way into prison. Do not make me beg." The Wolf said as they start walking through the house to the garage.
"Wait a minute, before you guys split, I wanna get a picture of this." Roco said.
"Roco, have you forgotten about your sister coming home?" Jet asked.
"It w ill not take a second." he said.
"I do not like this photograph shit." Spike said.
"Sorry -- my house, my rules." Roco said.

The garbage bag is tossed in the ship storage on top of Julius The Transvestite. Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai slams the storage room closed. "Gentlemen, let us get our rules of the road straight. We are going to a place called Monster Bull's Truck and Tow. Monster Bull and his daughter Annie are sympathetic to our dilemma. The place is North of Sunrise, so a few twist and turns aside. We will be going up Sunrise Way. Now I will drive the tainted ship. Jet, you ride with me. Spike, you follow in my porsche. Now if we cross the path of any John Quincy Laws, nobody does a fucking thing until I do something." Mao turns to Jet and says to him: "What did I say?"
"Do not do shit unless --" Jet said.
"-- unless what?" The Wolf asked.
"Unless you do it first." Jet answered.
"Spoken like a true prodigy." Mao then turns his sight to Spike.
"How about you, Fieldy? Can keep your spurs from jingling and jangling?"
"I am cool, Mr. Yenrai. My gun just went off, I don't know how." Spike said.
"Fair enough. I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. If I get my car back any different than I gave it, Monster Bull is gonna be disposing of two bodies." The Wolf said.
"Why do you drive so fast?" Jet asked.
"Because it is a lot of fun." Mao Yenrai said as Jet and Spike laugh.
"Let us move."
"Wait a minute, I want to take a picture." Roco said as he comes through the door, camera in hand.
"We do not got time, Roco." Jet said.
"We got time for one picture. You and Spike together." Roco said as Spike and Jet stand next to each other.
"Okay, you guys put your arms around each other." The two hitmen look at each other and, after a long beat, a smile breaks out. They put their arms around each other. "Okay Mao Yenrai, get in there." he said.
"I am no model." The Wolf said.
"After what a cool guy I have been, I cannot believe you do me like this. It is the only thing I asked." Roco said.
"Okay, one photo and we go." Mao Yenrai said.
"Everybody say Pepsi."
"I am not saying fucking Pepsi." Jet shouted.
"Smile, Mr. Yenrai." Roco said.
"I do not smile in pictures." Mao said as the camera goes off, flashing in a white bright light. The photo fades up over white revealing the photo of Spike Spiegel, Jet Black, their arms around each other, next to Roco whose arm is around Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai. Everyone is smiling except you-know-who.

Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai is counting out five-hundred woolong to an older man in a dirty t-shirt, Monster Bull. His office looks like the office of every tow yard on the planet. A filthy, disarrayed mess. "I said it before, I will say it again, your business is always welcome." Bull said.
"I would think by now I have earned the equivalent of Frequency miles." Mao said.
"I will tell you what, if you ever need it, I will dispose of a body part for free."
"How about an upgrade, you dispose a whole body for the price of a body fucking part." The Wolf said as he and Bull laugh.
"That one I need to speak with my accountant on."
"Where is that reprobate daughter of yours?" The Wolf asked.
"Out in the yard, up to no good." Bull said.

Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai steps outside and is joined by Monster Bull's daughter, Annie. They walk in step across the yard with their arms around each other's waists. "Hello, Mr Yenrai!" Annie shouted.
"Hello, Annie. I swear, heartbreaker, Bull should change the name of this place to Romeo and Juliet Truck and Tow." The Wolf said.
"You are prejudiced because you love me." Annie said.
"Guilty." Mao said.
"Now business is done, it is time for pleasure." Annie said.
"The time it is, is time for bed."
"Contre senior Lobo." Annie said.
"Do you have a different idea?" he asked.
"Most definitely." Annie answered.
"What do you think?" Yenrai asked.
"I think you are taking me out to breakfast."
"Well, you though wrong."
"That is not fair! I never get to see you." Annie said
"Annie, I been up all night. I need sleep. You understand the concept of sleep?" Mao asked.
"Yes, sleep is what you do after you have taken me to breakfast. Just get used to the idea, indulging me is the price of doing business at Monster Bull's Truck and Tow." Annie said.
"Annie --" Mao said.
"I have not seen in a long time. I miss you, we are going to breakfast. So it is written, so shall it be done." Annie said. They exit the tow yard. Spike and Jet wait by Mao Yenrai's Porsche.
"We cool?" Jet asked.
"Like it never happened." The Wolf said as Jet and Spike bump fists.
"I apologize for being in your shit like I was." Jet said.
"You had every right, I fucked up." Spike said.
"Are they having a moment?" Annie asked The Wolf.
"Boys, this is Annie. Someday, all this will be hers."
"Hi. You know, if they ever do "Char's Counterattack," you guys, I would be great. What is with the outfits. You guys going to a Rock concert?" Annie said as The Wolf laughs and the boys groan.
"I am taking my lady out to breakfast. Maybe I can drop you two off. Where do you live?" Mao asked.
"Mars." Spike said.
"ISSP." Jet said as Mao "The Wolf" Yenrai grabs Jet's wrist and pantomimes like he is in a "Dead Zone" trance.
"It is your future: I see...a cab ride. Sorry guys, move out of the sticks. Say goodbye, Annie."
"Goodbye, Annie." she said.
"I will see you two around, and stay out of trouble, you crazy kids." The Wolf said as he turns to leave.
"Mr. Yenrai, It was a pleasure watching you work." Jet said.
"Call me Mao." The Wolf smiled as he turns and banters with Annie as they get in the Porsche.
"You hear that, young lady? Respect. You could learn a lot from those two fine specimens. Respect for one elder's shows character."
"I have character." Annie said.
"Just because you are a character does not mean you have character." Mao said.
"Oh you are so funny, oh you are so funny." Mao Yenrai said as the Porsche shoots off down the road. The two hitmen left alone look at each other.
"Wanna share a cab?" Jet asked.
"You know I could go for some breakfast. Want to have breakfast with me?" Spike asked.
"Sure. But first let us change our fucking clothes." Jet answered.