American Night

Pleasure to see you again, shakey.

This is your last chance.

Don't screw up the delivery again.

The courier's name is Vincent.

From the airport, you will take a taxi to the corner

of Pearl and Fletcher.

Right on the corner is a martial arts gym.

Enter the martial arts gym from the back

and make sure no one sees you.

Inside of the locker room, there's a courier's bag.

Hide the painting inside of the bag

and then get out as fast as you can.

This is your last chance.

No more mistakes.

I'm all better now.

Narcolepsy's not a problem anymore.

I hope so, shakey.

This package is worth a fortune.

Now this is a much more effective stance

for killing a man with a golf club,

which is completely different with the proper stance

with killing a man with a baseball bat.

Fuck off, man, I fucking paid for that fucking drink!

I can stay for as long as I fucking want!

Get out!

I'll kill all you fucking assholes!

Okay, let's assume that this is the golf club.

However, the handle's all wrong.

No, it's not wrong, it's the right way to kill him quick.

The key to a quick death is all in the stance.

Matter of balance, all right?

It's the angle, speed of the swing.

Not to mention all the different types of impact

and their effect.

We're talking a hit to the temple, to the jaw,

to the neck and so on.

I'm clear on the style and elegance in your swing,

and I do not doubt your technique.

I'm just saying one stroke won't kill your adversary.

It's gonna take a few strikes to finish him off.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

It's time. They're all here.

You don't believe me.

I have to tell you. Listen, I'll tell you.

Then he starts shooting in the yard

like some kind of cowboy.

He's not shooting, he's painting.

Well, the time of the rubinos has come...

To the end.

Mary...

My condolences.

Michael, sorry for your loss.

May his memory be a blessing.

Jesus, what a tragedy.

He was a father to all of us.

Mikey, I've been talking to the elders.

They accept you as the new boss, but on one condition:

This Picasso artsy-fartsy painting thing of yours,

they just can't stomach it.

Try and understand.

To them, it just says... weakness.

Now promise me you're gonna stop, okay?

You wouldn't wanna make them angry.

No.

- My condolences, Michael. - Thank you.

Michael...

Today is your birthday,

and so I wanna show you something.

You see, Michael,

Marilyn is watching you.

She is the symbol of our empire, and our protector.

This painting is something else you will inherit from me.

One day it will be yours,

along with everything else that is mine.

It's time.

Give the courier a nice welcome.

This is a security announcement.

Please do not...

Um...

Manhattan it is, sir.

I know where it is, I will drive over there.

Let's move it, please. Let's go!

A gentle breeze, a hammock,

the sound of the waves.

I deliver it, and then I go home.

I deliver it, and then I go, yeah.

Can you go faster, please.

Faster, faster.

- Faster, go faster. - What?

Faster! Faster!

What the fuck! What's going on?

Oh, my god.

What's going on?

Get the fucking out from my taxi!

Get out!

- Move it, move it! - Okay, okay.

Now the word "shuriken"

literally means "hidden hand blade."

It was originally designed to distract during combat

and for the most part used by samurai.

Now, let's get back to our martial arts star,

one of the greatest fighters in the world...

Using non-telegraphic moves in perfect balance...

Look, this gallery is my entire future.

It's opening in two weeks.

I don't care if you've gotta go to the head of the fund.

I want that money now.

Hello?

Fuck.

I went by the bank. Here.

I took out the last of it, but, John, we're in the red.

Place the painting inside of the bag

and then get out as fast as you can.

You mean I shouldn't wait for the money?

These are your instructions.

Please don't argue.

This package is worth a fortune.

This is your last chance. No mistakes.

I would like to buy one of your gym bags.

Fucking psycho, man? Get the fuck out!

Fuck off, man! I fucking paid for that fucking drink!

I can stay for as long as I fucking want!

Go on, get out!

I'll kill you all, you fucking assholes!

Okay, let's assume that this is the golf club.

However, the handle's all wrong.

No, it's not wrong.

It's the right way to kill him quick.

The key to a quick death is all in the stance.

It's a matter of balance, all right?

It's the angle, speed of the swing.

All right, one huevos rancheros.

- And your fork, sir. - Thank you.

We're talking a hit to the temple, to the jaw,

to the neck, and so on.

You never had huevos rancheros before?

Don't they got Mexicans where you're from?

Very few.

You know what? They coming, homie.

Yeah.

And they taking all your worst jobs.

What brings you to New York?

Work.

Ah, man, can't be easy being away from family.

Yeah, yeah.

Got any kids?

Yes.

A girl.

Wow, must be proud.

Yes, I am.

Enjoy that, man.

Whiskey.

Best whiskey in town.

You hate me, hence you're the only one I can trust.

Everyone in New York has a problem.

Yeah.

- I don't know how to thank you. - Save it.

I gotta go.

Let me ask you something, Johnny.

You sleep through the night?

No, no. No, no. Please, please.

Where is it?

I... I... I don't know.

Give me the package now.

- Huh? - I don't know. I don't know.

Freeze, police.

Finish him.

The fuck!

All the worst jobs.

Come on.

Welcome to america.

Let's go after them.

It's authentic.

Hello.

I'm... I'm calling on behalf

of the erwin panofsky museum.

I'd like to express our heartfelt condolences.

Your father was a generous man.

We would have preferred thanking him in person

for his last donation, of course, but...

What painting are you talking about?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

The Mario schifano.

Mario schifano's "Coca-Cola."

Not Mario schifano's "Coca-Cola" too.

What a fucking asshole!

You've got one of the biggest collections in the city.

What are you getting so worked up about?

You know how bad Nazi soldiers are, right?

Good.

Now imagine not just an ordinary Nazi,

but a fucking Nazi general.

A fucking ruthless assassin trained to command

thousands of other fucking ruthless Nazi assassins.

Picture the most evil motherfucker you can think of,

and I will tell you the real-life story

of how this evil motherfucker put his life at stake

for a fucking bridge.

You follow me?

No.