I always liked the story of Noah's Ark and the idea of starting anew by rescuing the things you like and leaving the rest behind. (Zach Braff)

“I don’t want to do this. I want to move west, study, write exams, and become something other than a crappy career criminal.”

“You wouldn’t have to study, Rider, you could be rich,” Tony told him.

“I am rich. We’ve been rich our whole lives. I want to be educated. I want a career outside of heroin.”

“What are you going to do?” Vincent asked.

“Aerospace, I’ve told you a thousand times. This is why I’m quiet – no one listens when I speak. I’m better off spitting words into the wind.”

The boys laugh at him.

“What does that even mean?” Tony asked. “Is that an expression? I don’t think you did it right.”

“It’s not an expression,” Rider sighed.

“What are you going to be? An aero-scientist? You’re not going to make more than you would with us,” Vincent assured. “I’ve heard it from an inside source the Golden Triangle is dying. Since the war it’s a struggle to get it out of there, but Afghanistan, Iran, Pakistan – that’s where we need to be. Do you know how many immigrants leave those shithole countries for the land of the free every day? Millions and they all want to go to Los Angeles. It’s like the immigration capital of the world. Do you know how easy it would be to get drugs in there? Too easy. And the absorption rate in Los Angeles…” Vincent closed his eyes for a second as he savored the thought. “We wouldn’t even need to transport across the country. One trip to Pakistan and I’ll find some hot shot who sends illegal immigrants over here. Next thing you know you just have to make a couple trips to the docks, pick up some shipments and band we’re rich.”

“We are rich.”

“What about our clients in Philly?” asked Tony.

“We can still cover them. We have a good thing going with the dip bag,” said Vincent.

“The market is enough here,” Tony said. “We can’t even get enough to keep them going.”

Tommy nodded. “Tony’s right. We could use some more here. Why are you so hell-bent on heading west?”

Vincent inhaled a long deep breath. “We need more.”

“You want more, we don’t need more,” said Tommy. “What’s up?”

“I want to get out of here.” Vincent exhaled. “Ever since we got back to Philly without him I’ve wanted to get out. Why not leave? We can do this anywhere, why not in the sun?”

No one spoke again.