Firo:
What are you guys doing?

Isaac:
Keep quiet! You might knock them over!

Miria:
Yeah! You might knock them over!

Firo:
Oh, these are dominoes, ain't they?
What are you gonna to do after lining them all up like this?

Isaac:
What are we going to do, you ask?!

Miria:
You ask?!

Isaac:
As you will see...We'll knock them over!

Miria:
We'll knock 'em over!

Firo:
What's the point in lining them up if you're just gonna knock 'em over anyway?

Isaac:
Yes, that is a difficult question, isn't it?

Miria:
Isn't it, though?

Isaac:
Well, if I had to say...It's simply because the Dominoes are here!

Miria:
We can be the domina, and dominist! {Note: Miria is inventing words for domino players}

Maiza:
It's actually quite popular for kids to play like this.
It's something they can do if they don't know the rules for dominoes.

Firo:
Now I get it.
Pezzo and Randy?

Randy:
Yeah, we tried knocking some over, and it was fun!

Pezzo:
I did this a lot when I was a kid growing up!

Firo:
Lia and Ennis, you too?

Ennis:
Hey Firo, why don't you come and play with us?

Lia:
This is fun!

Firo:
Mr. Yagu?

Yaguruma:
Yes, we used to do this all the time in the old country, but not with so many.

Firo:
Even Ronnie...?
I have to ask, who was it that came up with a design this intricate?

Maiza:
Well, it was a lot of work, but it brings me peace.

Firo:
It was you?

Isaac:
Done!

Miria:
Now we're finished!

Isaac:
Silence!

Miria:
Absolute silence!

Isaac:
And now we shall knock them down.

Miria:
Knock them all down.

Isaac:
The fun starts now.

Miria:
Yes it does!

Firo:
Is it really all that fun? Oh.

Isaac & Miria:
No!

Graham:
Ah...So tragic! Let me tell you a very, very sad story.
Here, today is the day when we had a perfect chance to make ourselves famous throughout all of New York.
The day when the name Graham Specter would become, almost overnight, a household name, known to all.
Such a...Such a sad story this is! If you're gonna cry... now's a good time.
They say it's the hardships in life that make you grow stronger. And they sing the praises of life amid the pleasures of laziness.
But I have no illusions or plans to grow. So why is it I feel I must take the precious time to tell this sad story?
What possible good can more understanding do for me? Where are you planning to take me?
I wanna become wicked, singing the praises of life amid nothingness and miracles!
Boss Ladd has been seriously injured and now taken in by the cops. What's going on here? How could this have happened, Boss Ladd?
Not only have you been caught by the police... But someone threw you off the goddamn train!
You can't tell me there's someone in the world who can do that?! Who would dare do that to you?!
Someone who can hurt you like that, Boss Ladd?!

Ladd:
You saying somebody made off with the parts?

Don Russo:
The high grade parts are being swapped out with cheap crap and sold on the black market.
Zacharius, one of my regulars, noticed it and told me.

Ladd:
So, you want me to make them pay for it, right?

Don Russo:
No, not yet. He saved our ass on this, for the time being.
Zacharius, he's a patronizing bastard.

Ladd:
But Uncle, he's doing you a favor.

Don Russo:
Go to the Vandaig auto plant, Ladd.
But just, have a word or two with them, ok?

Ladd:
You mean you're gonna let me handle it?

Don Russo:
I'm just saying, go and have a word with them.

Ladd:
But Uncle, to me that means the same thing as
"why don't you go there and kill everyone you want to your heart's content"
So are you sure about that? Oh, Uncle?

Don Russo:
I haven't said anything except for you to go have a little word with them.

Ladd:
I love you, Uncle! Really.

Don Russo:
Crazy Bastard.

Ladd:
What was that?

Don Russo:
I said to get the hell outta here!

Ladd:
See that?

Ladd:
In a couple of minutes, you're gonna end up just like 'em.

Guy:
No-Now wait just a second...

Ladd:
I'll try to listen to your story before I finally put you to bed—
But I ain't gonna wait all night for it. So get to talking, quick!

Guy:
I-I ain't got nothing to say about it—

Ladd:
Right, right, right... You're saying you did it for no reason?
You telling me you made fools of the Russo family just for fun?
Nothing back door, huh? No one behind the scenes.
Are you implying that I, Ladd Russo, was a fool to expect any sort of truth?
Anything that would get me really jazzed...to come spilling forth out of your mouth?

Guy:
P-Please don't do this to me... I'm telling you...there really isn't anything shady going on in this one.

Ladd:
Well, then can't you at least be considerate enough...to tell me a good lie?!
I'm not gonna kill you easy. You're lucky enough to be killed by me at all!
You should be grateful! People should enjoy getting killed by me!
Who the hell are you?

Graham:
This can't be...You want to know my name? I guess that means...you're concerned about me.
But putting that aside for the moment, you've hurt me quite deeply.
And to wound the heart of someone to whom you show your concern...means that you don't even have the slightest understanding of love.
I mean look... I was supposed to dismantle this vehicle.
Yet you've gone and destroyed the car in a most brutal and unsightly fashion.
No, no, no! You can't make me accept this! But...while I can't accept it, it is the truth...
Which is something that I can't tolerate...
You're the one who put me in this insufferable mood...So you're gonna pay.

Ladd:
You're not making any sense!

Graham:
Lemme show you!
I really don't like you! Since I don't, I'll clobber you!

Guy:
Stop it! Stop!

Graham:
I'll beat you because I want to, you hear me?! I'm gonna hurt you over and over again.
What's wrong with that, huh!? Tell me! You can't, can you?! You should be grateful!
Thanks to my unbelievable attack, you don't have to offer any more of your foolish excuses!

Ladd:
Shut up! You freaking nut job!
What you're doing is trying to protect this thieving old geezer!
If you protect a thief, you're just a thief yourself!
So to me, you're nothing but a thief! Time to die.

Graham:
If someone who protects a thief is a thief...
Then what does that make a person who is hit by a bullet shot at that thief?
Something like the thief's little bullet boy!

Ladd:
Is that right? You just had to keep yapping and make me angry.

Graham:
Die!
It's impossible...

Ladd:
Did you really think you can do anything you wanted to me with this little toy?

Graham:
Even if you could do something, you couldn't do it against me!

Ladd:
You filthy little buck!

Graham:
Just do as you please.

Ladd:
No. I won't do what you want.
I love killing people who are unaware...Not even considering the possibility that their lives could be taken.
But I don't go for killing people who take initiative by wanting to be killed.
Actually, I love it when I meet guys who are so goddamn brazen and so full of themselves, that there's nobody else in the world who can kill 'em but me.
Oh, that's right.

Graham:
To celebrate our great victory in New York, Boss Ladd was planning on destroying some people.
And in return, I was gonna get to destroy something on a grand scale.
Just thinking about it made me so exited I couldn't sleep! How ironic it would all end up being a pipe dream.
Such a sad story! Ugh! What is God thinking, having me tell such a depressing tale?
What is this world trying to do to me?! Tell me?!
Such sadness... It's like being shunned by the rest of the world, it's so sad. So sad, so sad...

Isaac:
Ennis, Firo and Maiza! Long time no see, my fine fellow!

Miria:
You all look wonderful!

Ennis:
Its really good to see the two of you.

Miria:
It is, isn't it?

Elmer:
You sure are looking well, Maiza.
I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'll have to catch up with you a little later.
Hi.

Huey:
What trick did you pull to get in here?

Elmer:
Oh, simple really. It's smiles and smiles.
All I had to do is make that crabby bunch smile, eh?

Huey:
To think you would resort to such methods...

Elmer:
Well, you live for two hundred years, and you get a little wiser.
I've learned that it takes more than this to spoil mankind.

Huey:
The more you've changed, the more you're still the same.

Elmer:
And you as well, right?

Huey:
So, what do you want?

Elmer:
Oh, only a smile. More precisely, I came to see your smile.

Huey:
What on earth for?

Elmer:
Because I wanna see it. That's all.

Huey:
Ask me to smile, and I'll smile all you want. But what good will it do?
What does my smile change? Will it bring the world happiness? Will it cheer it up?

Elmer:
It certainly will. My world, at the very least.
Come on, give us a smile, Huey!
Yeah, that's it! That's the face I wanted to see, old chap!

Huey:
You astound me. Imagine you coming here just for that.

Elmer:
Oh, you know me, I'll do anything for a smile!

Huey:
There's someone I'd like you to meet. My daughter.

Elmer:
Oh yeah?

Huey:
Will you be able to make her smile? Will you still be able to smile, once you've met her? I'm very curious to know that.
Chane.

Chane:
Yes, Father?

Huey:
Do you love me?

Chane:
Yes.

Huey:
You would do anything for me, right?

Chane:
Yes.

Huey:
You really are a good little girl.
I know you would never disappoint me.
You are my daughter, my protector, and guardian of my knowledge.
That is the reason you were born, after all.

Chane:
Yes, father.

Huey:
Listen, Chane. I will share with you a piece of the knowledge that only I possess.
But I'm only telling you. And you will only be allowed to listen to it, and memorize it.
You must never tell anyone this knowledge. And you must never use it for yourself.
Do you think you can promise me that?

Chane:
Yes.

Huey:
You are wonderful, Chane.
I know in my heart that a girl like you would never disappoint her father.
You're so beautiful. Chane, you will be taking on an enormous burden for me.
So I want to give you a reward, anything you want, all you have to do is ask. And I will give it you.
Elmer. I wonder what you would have said if you'd seen her.
My Chane... My little experiment... Of course sometimes, experiments have a way of going...unexpectedly.
Your voice?

Chane:
Please, take away my words...Take my voice from me.

Huey:
Is this to protect the knowledge you will get from me? You really are a good little girl.
It's a very simple matter to take your voice from you. A very simple matter, indeed.
Now. My precious daughter...
You've met high expectations already. You must continue to do so.
What loyalty she has...
"You must tell no one." And having received that order, my daughter
She chose to give her voice for the rest of her life.
Listen, Elmer. Smile junkie. Mister Happy Ending.
Tell me, what happy life can come to our poor Guinea pig?
I'm as eager to learn the answer as you are. Such is my duty as a scientist.

Elmer:
Huey. I've learned that happiness is something like unhappiness, and may strike anytime without warning.
I'm sure that your daughter cannot escape either one of them.

Graham:
Look at the pieces... I completely took it apart.
I took it apart without it touching the floor once! See? Did ya?
Wow that was refreshing, but now what? Wow! Life is fun!
Yeah, try saying that ten thousand times every day!
It'll screw with your head so bad, that all of your pain will disappear like magic!
Okay, okay, okay, okay!
I've gotten past the sadness, and as of now I'm evolving into a higher stage!
Right?! Tell me you all think so! Life... is a magnificent beast!
And it excites me! My okay brain is so beyond okay that I think it's finally okay.
You guys tell me something entertaining now.

Shaft:
Yeah, well did you hear anything about the guys that come into the city right after we got here?

Graham:
Oh, no... I don't know this one. For some reason, I'm starting to get excited.
How do I control the beating of my fluttering heart?
Do I break it? Well, I gotta break something!

Shaft:
Yeah, well...It seems that they're a gang of criminals, just like we are.
And I hear they've been coming and going in Millionaire Row.

Graham:
Millionaire Row? You talking about that rich part of town?

Shaft:
Yeah.

Graham:
Nice. Oh, I love a happy story more than anything else.
So, explain to me why a gang of criminals is coming and going at this place.
Burglary? It has to be burglary, right? Damn!
Before they get ahead of us, we have to start dismantling houses,
I want you to carry out their safes, bring them back here, and then start taking them apart, apart, apart, apart, apart, apart, apart...
I'm starting to get wound up again! Transcendentally, hopelessly wound up!

Shaft:
I don't think it's burglary, boss.
Word is, they're tight with the Genoard Family and they're hiding out in one of their penthouses.

Graham:
Genoard? Oh, I know them.
They were the ones last year who had their boss and his son killed out by the dam or the river{\fscx260}-{\r}something, right?

Shaft:
Yeah, right now their other son Dallas has come up missing.
And their daughter, Eve, looks like she inherited the whole freaking estate.

Graham:
I get ya!
What you're saying is that these guys are kissing up to this Eve dame or they're threatening her or something like that?
This is amazing! Perhaps ingenious, isn't?!
Sorry, I just wanted to use the word "ingenious" right then.

Shaft:
So how about this, if we can join up with these guys, and then take over their turf,
some of that sweet nectar can flow to us—

Graham:
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...No, no, no!
What sort of a weak parasitically minded plan is that?
Still no! Hell no!
Can you answer me what good would come from that timid ploy, or do you not even know that?
I mean, I won't even get to break anything! Will I?
If you understand me, I expect an answer. What is your answer?
Nothing, huh? In that case, I get to break you!

President:
Rachel. Thank you for that comprehensive report.
Because of your diligence, the events that transpired aboard the Flying Pussyfoot have been made much clearer.

Rachel:
Thank you, sir.

President:
Oh, Rachel...About that boy....
If you wish, stop by the honey shop at the entrance to Little Italy.
I think you'll find the answers that you're looking for, there.
And you're under no obligation to report anything about it.

Rachel:
I appreciate it, sir.

Czes:
Is there something wrong, miss?

Rachel:
Aren't you supposed to be dead?

Ennis:
What are you talking about?

Czes:
Hey Miss Ennis, I hope you don't mind if I go talk to this lady for a second.
Are you coming, miss?
You saw me die, didn't you? Was it when my head was shot off? Or maybe when he was dragging me along the train tracks?
My name's Benjamin. Nice to meet you!

Rachel:
My name's Rachel.

Czes:
Well Rachel, I must say I'm relieved that you're not an Immortal, too.
So why did you come here?

Rachel:
Well I... the President of the Daily Days sent me.

Czes:
Ohh, the information brokers?
Well, I guess I'll tell you the truth, since you'd find out anyway.
No use in lying. My name is actually Czeslaw Meyer.

Czes:
You can call me Czes.

Rachel:
So what's the truth?

Czes:
I can tell by your reaction, that you don't know anything.
I wonder where I should begin...
I guess I should start with what it means to be an Immortal, huh?
I'll tell you everything.

Graham:
I was just kidding with you, pal!
There's no reason for you to pass out like that!
Ah, dammit! Now I feel really guilty!
No, now I'm starting to get excited!
Like a delicate mix of sadness and joy...
Or like the feeling you get right before you go on vacation!
So, I can't really be held responsible for my actions, forgive me!
Now, this group must have some sort of a leader, right?

Gang Member:
Yeah! I've seen this guy at the hospital the other day, he's got a big sword tattoo on his face.
And he seems like he's scared or something.

Graham:
A sword tattoo on his face? Now that sounds like something worth breaking.
Aha! This is is the guy!

Gang Member:
Yeah! That's him, I'm sure that's him boss!

Graham:
Bingo! Now, let me tell you a bittersweet story. The irony is, of course, that sweet is the opposite of bitter.
Seen another way, it's Heaven and Hell... Love and Peace. Love and Peace!
So we catch this guy Jacuzzi, and use him to extort money from the Russo bosses.
We make the whole thing a tribute to Boss Ladd in case we get send to prison!
And to start, we kidnap this girl Eve. Kidnapping a little girl like her, gets me excited all by itself. Still, you guys all know I prefer older women!
Okay, we'll use Eve as bait to draw Jacuzzi, and then we got him! And we can also get some ransom money!
You see? It's happy story and a sad story, just like I said!

Gang Member:
Where's the sad part in it, boss?

Graham:
We're gonna be the happy ones, see?
And they're gonna be feeling so sad...




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Graham:
Let me tell you a truly sad story.
Just like always, what does that mean?
Only these delinquents know that!
It's a simple thing to grieve for the unknown.
But I'm not a simple man, so I'll no longer grieve!
For now I may be sad, but you're all happy, right?