Cure (2010)

Try him again!” Louie said to Carlo, referring to Vinnie Amendola. Louie, Carlo, and Brennan were in Carlo’s car, heading into Manhattan to meet with Hisayuki Ishii. Brennan was driving, with Carlo in the front passenger seat and Louie in the back.

Although Louie had spoken to the oyabun on numerous occasions, he’d never met the man in person. After listening to Carlo’s conversation with Vinnie, he was really looking forward to it. Obviously Laurie Montgomery-Stapleton was acting as Paulie Cerino had warned: uncooperative, dogged, and too smart for her own good. Something had to be done quickly if Satoshi’s death was to remain an inconsequential natural death. Prior to learning this unpleasant exigency, Louie had assumed the conversation with the Yakuza leader was going to center on the lab books and how much money would be involved if they retrieved them. Now the conversation was going to be about Laurie Montgomery-Stapleton and how to get her to back off.

“The prick is not answering,” Carlo said, flipping his phone closed. He was twisted around, facing Louie.

“Well, give it a break for now,” Louie said. “I think we’re going to need his cooperation. You guys might have to make a second visit to OCME if he doesn’t answer over the next hour or so.”

When they reached the Four Seasons, all three men piled out, turning the car over to valet parking.

With Louie in the lead, they went though the revolving door and up the half-flight of steps to the reception area. Skirting the desk, they passed the elevators and then up more steps to the bar and dining level. Since only Louie had ever been in the hotel before, both Carlo and Brennan were impressed with the stone walls and soaring spaces. To Brennan, it reminded him of an ancient Egyptian temple.

As it was mid-morning, the bar to the left was empty, and even the dining side to the right was sparsely occupied. It was easy to spot Hideki and his crew, especially given the man’s sumo-wrestler proportions. He was hard to miss.

As Louie had dreaded, he had to go through the bowing and business-card ritual with Hisayuki Ishii while Hideki Shimoda made the introductions. Then they all sat down. Meanwhile, Carlo and Brennan wandered over to the left end of the bar. At the right end were Hisayuki’s lieutenants, one as large as Hideki but with muscle, not fat. There were no introductions among the enforcers, but it didn’t matter. They recognized one another other instinctively.

For a time Louie, Hideki, and Hisayuki engaged in mutually complimentary small talk, giving one another credit for the undeniable success of their business relationship, all admitting they had not imagined it was going to be so lucrative.

Then Hisayuki thanked Louie for his willingness to come to the hotel rather than making him travel to Queens. “It is a long flight from Tokyo to New York,” he said.

“It is my pleasure,” Louie said. He was favorably impressed with the oyabun. To Louie, Hisayuki made quite a statement in his expensive, fashionable clothes. But it was more than clothes and careful grooming that awed Louie. It was also the look in the man’s eyes, his quiet intensity, and his apparent intellect. From experience, Louie could tell intuitively that the man was shrewd and a born negotiator who always had the best interests of himself and his organization in mind. Louie actually respected that, but it also made him take pause with the understanding he was facing a forbidable opponent.

“As I’m certain you are exhausted from your flight,” Louie said, “perhaps we should get right down to business.”

“That is most thoughtful of you,” Hisayuki said, bowing yet again.

Louie found himself doing the same. It was the one thing he found trying when dealing with the Japanese. That and the fact that he felt he never quite knew what their agenda really was. “Let me be frank,” Louie began. “Up until recently, we have been, I thought, reasonably open with each other—that is, until very recently. Is that your sense as well?”

Surprised and taken aback at such an open and direct question, Hisayuki hesitated, looking briefly at Hideki for support, as Hideki had been living in America for a decade or more. When support was not forthcoming, Hisayuki blurted, “Hai, hai,” as if the Japanese word was a universal method of affirmation.

“But you guys, particularly my friend Hideki here,” Louie said, nodding at Hideki, “were far from being up-front with us over the previous several days. Now, I don’t want to beat a dead horse....” Louie paused, questioning himself whether the two Japanese had any idea what the phrase “beating a dead horse” meant. “Do you understand ‘beating a dead horse’?”

Both Japanese men nodded so quickly that Louie knew they had no idea.

“It means to talk about something too much, because Hideki and I already had this conversation. You see, the pickle we are now in has come from you people not telling us the truth—namely, that Satoshi was not a deadbeat and you weren’t asking our help for a shakedown, but rather it was going to be a hit, which we never would have agreed to, because we try to avoid that kind of violence these days. It’s an unspoken pact we’ve had with the police. We don’t whack anybody, and they let us professionals alone, meaning they can concentrate on traffic issues and the real bad guys, like serial killers and terrorists.

“Am I making sense here, Ishii-san?” Louie asked, looking directly at Hisayuki. “Or should I call you Hisayuki? You can call me Louie.”

“Hisayuki is fine,” Hisayuki said, somewhat overwhelmed but recovering from Louie’s forceful directness, making an effort to remember that Louie was not trying to be rude.

“Okay, Hisayuki, are you following me, or am I being a little too direct? From speaking with Hideki, I have a sense you guys are generally not quite so brusque. Is that fair to say?”

“Perhaps,” Hisayuki said evasively. He wasn’t exactly sure what brusque was but had an idea from the context.

“Well, here’s the current situation as I see it,” Louie continued. “From your side, there are the lab books that you guys are interested in obtaining. I’ll be happy to talk to you about them, provided you’re willing to let us have more information, because in retrospect, we feel that breaking into a firm on Fifth Avenue is more risky than we first believed. In order for us to be willing to help, we’d have to know more and be appropriately compensated. We’d also have to be convinced the books are actually there and available, if you know what I’m saying.

“From our perspective, we’re interested in going back to the status quo before the mayhem your two guys, Susumu and Yoshiaki, created by whacking Satoshi on a crowded subway platform and blowing away his entire family in New Jersey. Are you still with me?” Louie paused, looking directly at Hisayuki, waiting for a response. To Louie, Hisayuki appeared slightly shell-shocked.

“Perhaps you could speak a little slower,” Hideki suggested. “The oyabun speaks English well, but he doesn’t get the opportunity very often.”

“Sorry,” Louie said. “I will speak more slowly, but I believe speed will be playing a role in what we do to avoid a deteriorating situation.”

Hisayuki nodded but didn’t speak. He felt off balance, as he was accustomed to being prepared and maintaining control of meetings. At present, he was neither. Susumu and Yoshiaki’s disappearance had thrown him off balance. It was possible the Yamaguchi-gumi might already suspect that Satoshi and his family had been murdered by the Aizukotetsu-kai. If that were the case, then they were already involved in a very dangerous situation.

“Right now nobody seems to know what happened,” Louie said, forcing himself to speak slower. “What I mean is that the family has not yet been discovered, since they were living in what I’ve been told is a deserted area.”

Hisayuki assumed it was a location provided by the American Mafia partners with the Yamaguchi-gumi, but he said nothing.

“The family may or may not be discovered, which tells me that it’s not an emergency today. At the same time, I want you to clean it up and get rid of the bodies, since you guys made the mess. We will help, because if and when it is discovered it’s going to be just the kind of situation that I’ve been working to avoid. It will be recognized immediately for what it is, a gangland killing, and will make our communal professional lives miserable. So that’s tomorrow. Sunday we can have a meeting about the lab books. How does this schedule sound so far?”

Hisayuki didn’t move or speak.

Louie stayed quiet. He wanted some sort of response. He was beginning to think taking a meeting with Hisayuki was an exercise in talking to one’s self. All the man did was blink. His reticence also made Louie think that Hisayuki might somehow suspect that Louie and the Vaccarro organization had something to do with the