Hey, Harry.
That wasn’t a trumpet. You were just being serenaded by a shamisen, my brother.
Ah, you just got back from Osaka, right?
Yeah, and I master shit quickly. What’s up?
Hey. You remember Plummerville?
One of the happiest weeks of my life.
Yeah. Mine, too. Yeah, I remember... I remember seeing the other kids and their parents and thinking we were just like them. Anyway, I came back here, and, um… Plummerville just isn’t as friendly as I remember it to be.
It’s an old trade route. Used since the bootlegging days. Why you think Dad took us there for our one and only family vacation?
Are you saying he was on a mission?
You got it, Hutchy boy.
Oh, yeah.
The cops over there, they in cahoots with the big syndicate. And they would not want a guy like you sniffing around, bro.

