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hwp You gotta know what youre
doing when you go in.
You gotta have it figured out.
Those are the rules.
How you get in, how you get out.
How many shots you gonna need.
Make sure you know where everybody is.
Make sure nobody sees you.
Dont hang around. Dont get interested.
Then you dont make mistakes.
Yeah...
Id just like to go to Detroit and
see a man in the hotel Friday morning.
I dont do that anymore.
Ill double your price.
You can do whatever you want.
Cant hear you chief.
Im thinking this guy in the hotel,
is somebody you dont
want to look in the face.
Im thinking maybe its the old man with
the big house you want to move into.
Guy passes time...
and he dont like how you do things.
- Fuck you. Ill get somebody else.
- You dont have no somebody else.
You call me when
your people wont do it.
You want to leave it all behind
chief, heres your chance.
You have a Cadillac.
- The blue one.
- Yeah
Throw that in there you
never see me again.
You can collect your money next Tuesday.
Union Station. The usual place.
Hell have a girl with him.
Shell let you in.
You got something for me?
From your son-in-law.
Ah... Christ!
I told my daughter dont marry
that punk. She dont listen.
They gave me six months.
Throw me another funeral
You want him done sooner
than that, you tell me.
- Who the hell are you?
- You dont remember.
Should I?
You know Walpole Island, Papa?
Its an Indian reserve.
My grandmother lives there.
Shes a medicine-woman.
She was going to turn me
into an "Owl" one time.
I told her I dont wanna be no "Owl".
I want to be a Blackbird.
- Thats how I got my name.
- Blackbird...
You remember now? The Degas Brothers.
One killed working for you.
Shot dead in the hospital.
The other one doing life in Kingstown.
Im the only one left.
Can she do that?
Turn you into an "Owl"?
If she wants to.
I could use a woman like that.
Id like to be dressed.
Is that okay with you?
Whatever you want.
- Are you through?
- Not yet.
It can be used equally as
a recreation room or den.
And more than a distinctive
entrance hall.
Its so practical,
and yet elegant.
Thank you.
What?
What?
Dont call me
about coming back!
Mrs. Palino? Richie Nix.
You were my foster mum for a while.
Got a collection of old
Elvis vinyls I left here...
a while back.
My girlfriend shes a big Elvis fan.
Thought wed come by
and pick em from ya.
Last time I saw you...
you drove off in my car.
Fuck off.
Before I call the police.
If youre looking for your
grandmother, shes gone.
We buried her last winter.
- Here.
- Thanks.
Wait.
- Yeah...
- You looking for another job?
I dont know... try my hand
in real estate, maybe.
- Put you in an office and a suit.
- You bet!
Hey, Lionel!
Wheres your team?
Im sorry about your grandmother.
The band offices been trying
to locate the next of kin,
to find out
what to do with her house.
Hey, Ive been thinking...
When I get paid for this job I done,
maybe I could fix the place up.
- You could sell it the way it is
- I mean fix it up and live here.
A guy like you,
used to living in the city?
Theres no life for you here.
I could always be a friendly Indian,
like you. Maybe even a guide.
- You wouldnt like it.
- Why not, you do?
Come on. You telling
me I cant live here?
Hey!
You wanna ride in a Cadillac?
Come on we take a drive,
go to Algonac, have some drinks.
You go. I gotta go home.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Didnt let myself in.
- Right.
Which is kinda weird.
Well I made a start.
I thought Id leave
the hunting things for you.
Okay.
All the guns,
I understand, but...
why the suit?
You gonna rob a bank?
You mind if I leave some of
this stuff here till next time?
- Whats this?
- Dont fuck around with.
Oh...
- God it smells like hell.
- Dont fuck with it I told you.
So when is next time?
Tomorrow after work?
It could be anytime tomorrow.
What happened
at 350 Jefferson?
