AN:Rewriting Paper Trail, Glass Rocks already rewritten. Dialogue getting cleaned up, some irrelevant side stories getting cut out, and I'm taking a different approach to Rock and Revy's relationship (already touched up the dialogue in Calabrian Gambit a bit, might do more in the future for it). This will get a new ending and go in a different direction. Enjoy!


Dutch sips coffee from a blue mug, 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 that 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 inquires "What do you all think? Duclair 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 "Twenty 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. Duclair and my contact in Manila know this, which is why they can price gouge us."

Rock asks Dutch "What if we buy the M60 from Duclair, 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 or the black market." Dutch sighs and says "I thought about that, just that's going to be a pain dealing with the black market. I'll call Laurent and see in what condition it really is. Maybe he'll surprise us."

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…esteemed organizations, for the sake of burying the hatchet, and today we are here to do more of 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. Are all the dames here on the rag?"

"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 squilibrato fuck Luca laid on everyone's doorstep. Just let it be on the record that we have no ill will over what happened. 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 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, some kind of chemical imbalance. Had he not been a Cavalcanti, the strunz would have been clipped on the spot. Woulda saved all of us the 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'd take a few golf strokes off his goddamn skull! Oofah!" 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. 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. Look I tell ya, I fucking tell ya, I never seen that guy with a broad. Like he thinks that he is above screwing. 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 motions at Viapiano to lower the temperature and speaks "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…abode. 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 something to drink."

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 something for everyone. Does anyone else want a coffee?" Zappala yells out "Hey, got any beer?" "Yeah, Heineken," Benny replies. "Sure, 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, 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 pezza di merda 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! I couldn't even eat that day, son of a bitch killed my appetite."

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 "Good, down to brass tacks. 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 "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, and we might circle back with yous on that, but this is our cash cow at the moment."

Dutch glares at Zappala in confusion and asks "What 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. We then offer to take '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. The shit then gets broken down and the good stuff…gold, copper, you can fill in the blanks. Then we dump the leftover garbage someplace where no one knows and no one cares. 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. And I'd like to have someone armed, just in case. You know, scare off anyone sticking their noses where it don't belong." Dutch nods and asks "Where you need us?" Zappala takes a gulp of Heineken and says "Rach Gia, 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. If you know a better spot, we're all ears."

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." 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 too high for my tastes as far as local authorities are concerned. Now, you handle the expenses, fuel and all that. I'm thinking of something around…ffff…five hundred a trip?"

Dutch raises an eyebrow, asking "$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." Dutch mutters "So…the ship runs with 4 MPG. That's 250 gallons, or $325 spent on gas. Which means that we make around $175 per drop-off. Which is nothing. 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 "For the sake of getting past this, two grand a trip, for low stakes work." Dutch replies, "$1,675 a trip…hm, sure. That will work. 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, yeah, right. We'll start on Friday. That alright?" Dutch nods and says "That's fine."

Revy nudges Rock's right shoulder and says "Wanna head out? Think they're done by now." Rock shrugs his shoulders and says "Sure." Revy turns to Dutch and speaks "We have something we need to do. Be back later." She turns to Zappala and Viapiano and coldly says "Marty. Freddy V.P." Viapiano quickly jerks left, facing Zappala, and says "I told ya someone was gonna call me that! Twenty 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 mag, 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?" Rock inquires.

Revy blinks and says "Leroy, you remember Leroy? The info broker? 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." 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?" Revy navigates around a truck that has been left in double parking and says "Those two garlic knots? Don't know, don't care. If they make themselves my problem, that's on them. Even dumb animals know not to stick their noses where it hurts." Rock fishes out a pack of Natural American Spirit and says "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 "He sounds like he's been deepthroating a cactus."

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 smoke-and-mirrors? We could have just driven up to your office." Leroy taps against the nearby car door and says "It's getting fumigated." Revy shrugs her shoulders and asks "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 that actually matters, it's your problem." 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. Liquor store in Kuala Lumpur, a bank in Singapore, pulled off a couple of robberies in Palembang. Then they moved over to Jakarta 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. They took down an armored car, Revy. I'm talking a serious take here. Now they are here in Roanapur to count their winnings, wash it, and get scarce. You do this fast or they go to ground."

As Revy tosses the folder away and pockets the sheet of paper, Leroy continues "This gang is run by this drug dealer that used to be one of D-Company's goons in Bangalore. Name's Javare. He recruited his girlfriend Meghana. The two then tacked on some ex-cop 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! I can tell you're holding out on us. 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. He was the explosives guy. They double crossed him and left him for dead. He didn't die so easily, and so he wants his pound of flesh. 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 jokers, no one does. They're green lit. After it's done, I got a temp place across the China Bowl. You know it?"

Revy nods to herself and says "Yeah I do. Alright, 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 don't like getting held at gunpoint."

Revy seethes and says "Fine…but this better be worth the exercise, 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 place 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 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 forget either of them!" 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 with me?" 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 "Hush" by Deep Purple. Revy 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. We go in hard and fast, no backsteps." Rock exhales and says, nervously "I'm good…I'm good." A sense of dread and anxiety fills up Rock's chest. 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 ten minutes, either we'll be dead or everyone in that apartment will be." "Yeah, that's kinda how these things end up." 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 "Hard and fast. Don't think about it, just do it." 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 know, Revy. Damnit…oh damn. Oh fuck." Revy rolls her eyes and whispers "Rock, stay here, I got this covered. I can't babysit you on this." 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 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 nods, 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!" 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 "Meghana? Meghana! Ninna amma na keya!" A man in a separate room yells "Javare! Two gunmen! Maim bandukeh!" 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, 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 "Ah shit!" She turns the corner and fires five shots from her Cutlasses, 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! Where they get you? 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, madarchod!" 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! Show me where you got hit!" 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 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 "Those are Indian rupees you dumbass! Look at the picture of Gandhi on them and shit!" Rock laughs and says "There are still a lot them! What's the conversion rate?! Let's go, yeah!" 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, shouting "YES! YES YES!" He triumphantly smacks the dashboard with his right hand and adds "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 "Oh shut up you asshole, haha!" 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 a lot worse Rock. You'll be 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. It worked, didn't it?"

Revy drives past the intersection and says "If we weren't up against morons, you'd be in a pine box now. Dumbass." Rock ignores her and laughs. His laughter turning into grimacing, Rock says "I think I know what you meant about 'combat high'." Revy grimaces herself and mumbles "Hm."

After a long pause, Rock inquires "You know where Leroy's place is?" Revy nods and says "He said by the China Bowl. I think I can figure it out." Revy thinks for a second and adds "After we get our cut, and maybe something for your ribs, we gotta burn our clothes." Rock smirks and says "You are very thorough." Revy says "Dutch's take on extra-curricular activities is 'if it doesn't come to bite me, I don't care'. But so help him if it does bite." Stopping at a corner, she retrieves her cellphone from her pocket and dials. After a pause, she speaks "Where you at?" "Apartment four. Above the tobacco shop."

Arriving in front of a four-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. Approaching apartment four, 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.

"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 already washed the bank car haul. Never seen so many at once. They are a pain 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…woah…over half a crore." Revy smiles and says in disbelief "Half a crore? As in…five million rupees? You're fucking shitting me!" Leroy laughs and says "It is for real, Revy. Exactly 5,600,000 rupees. Oh we eating well this year!"

"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 I just made nearly 36 grand…like just that? I...I…that was like…ten months' salary for me!"

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." 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 nurses his injury and says "Let's exchange the money first. American." Leroy nods and says "Nothing better. Alright, I think I got…$71,071 and change."

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 "They've been already counted, okay." Rock waves his arms out in confused protest as Leroy approaches the door. Annoyed, 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. Real good," 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, but it's covered in snot and coked out blood, who needs that?" 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 Methodist. 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 sushi joint in Balkana Square. C'mon Revy, it's a recession right now. 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 convenience, I'll round up to $20." As she extends the $20 toward Leroy, she suddenly jerks her arm back. Blankly, 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 soggy $20 note toward Leroy, who takes a step back. Revy tosses the bill at Leroy, who steps out of the way as it 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 out of here." 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. I think we did real okay." Rock laughs and says "Always wanted a nice watch. Swiss. My old boss had a Swiss." 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 with the intel folder and a bottle of Bacardi 151 in hand. 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. Rock dumps the garbage bag full of clothes into the empty, green barrel. Staring at the bag full of bloody clothes, she hands Rock the folder and sheet of paper. Revy then removes the cap of the rum, takes a whiff of it, then a swig. Swallowing the rum, she then pours some of it over the opened garbage bag, soaking the clothes. 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 in flames. Revy and Rock both take a step back, standing side by side, watching the fire burn. Rock grimaces and asks "Notch number four. How do you cope with it?" Revy shrugs her shoulders and says "Give it time. Booze helps." Rock winces in pain and asks "Want to drop the money off at home and then grab some curry?" Revy nods and says "Yeah, could go for a lamb achari. I know a place. How's your spice tolerance?"