Where is it?
I don't know.
Where is the Black Sky?
You have three limbs left.
And other appendages no man wants to lose.
Where is the Black Sky?
It's gone.
They...
They put it on a ship.
Where's the ship headed?
New York City.
Swear to it.
Upon my family.
They're better off without you.
Owlsley, Leland: Financial Advisor...
at the prestigious firm of Silver & Brent...
How's your head?
I'm alive.
It's enough.
How much do I owe you for the groceries?
I don't want your money.
No, I don't take charity.
All right.
You can pay me if you want...
with information?
What can I tell you?
A lot, I hope.
I'm working on a legal case...
Oh, yes, yes...
with the handsome lawyer.
No, Mr. Foggy.
You think Foggy is handsome?
I see the way he looks at you.
Never is a man more good looking
than when he is in love.
I'm sorry.
I'm trying to make a connection...
between a construction company
and the repairman that did this to your apartment.
Why don't you ask Mr. Tully?
He sent them.
I can't find him.
His lawyers say he's on vacation.
I live like this
and that fat shit is lying on a beach?
Excuse me.
I think...
it's pretty damn appropriate in this case.
Do you have papers from the repairs?
Receipts? Anything you had to--
Sign?
No, I'm sorry.
I just called Mr. Tully, and he sent them over.
Can you tell me what they looked like?
Yes.
One was bald.
And the other had a big tattoo on his arm.
Of what?
Not a picture.
It was like a...
pattern.
Ugly. Went up to his neck.
Thank God he's no son of mine.
Thank you, Elena.
That might help.
All of this makes me worry.
They...
They're the ones that should be worried.
If I can find a connection...
to the men that did this and the company...
How long have you been like this, Miss Page?
Ever since...
I got to New York.
Kill him!
Go!