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Shock.

- Here. - Again, 250.

I want 250 right now. Hook it up.

I don't care what you think. I'll do everything I can. Now get out.

Come on, I know you're tired. Push.

Here it comes...

Here it comes, Sarah. I need suction.

That's it, I can see it. Push. Push a little more.

There it is.

There it is.

Yeah, we're...

Shocking again.

Shock.

Now give me 400!

Okay, I'll shock again!

The guy's dead.

This is insane!

Come back! This guy is too young to die!

Too young to die.

Push, Sarah push.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Fuck that!

Shit!

I did 13 years in big city emergency,

quit on four separate occasions.

I quit because no matter how much work I did in the er.

Couldn't touch the root of the problem.

All I was doing

was putting a band-aid on a severed limb.

And what the problem is?

Drugs.

87% of all trauma that comes to E.R.?

It's drug related.

Overdoses, drug wars,

addiction,

substance abuse,

bad drugs,

car wrecks caused by kids on drugs.

Crimes committed to get drugs.

Drugs.

- Let me I - noigo'

let me go, Clarence, let me go.

This is your last chance, you know that. Now come!

Hey, leave her alone.

Please don't let him kill me! No!

Did Turner send you off to her?

- No, Jack Daniel's brought me here. - Motherfucker!

Now get up.

- We've got to go. - Okay. Maybe Turner did send me.

Get off her!

Let her go!

Stop it!

Stop it.

You know what?

- Today is ugly day. - Oh shit.

And we're going to get really ugly on you.

Next time, Turner will send a man to do that job.

Who the hell is Turner?

Yeah, right?

You guys have fucked with this bird one time too many.

- No! - Joke aside, my son.

Where has Turner got her kid?

Nice tie.

Look.

I don't even know the broad.

Hi, Clarence.

- Let him go. - Let him go?

Where the fuck should I let him go?

You kill him and I'll kill you, I swear to god.

I see.

Wrong place.

Wrong time.

Clarence loved you, didn't he, Lisa?

He was just trying to help me.

Tell me this, just between you and me.

I won't tell Turner, I promise.

Were you and Clarence lovers?

Fuck you.

What's it like to do a black guy?

- I don't know, you tell me. - Good.

I mean, there's all these things about size and everything.

But then again, 62% of all women say that size doesn't matter.

Personally, I think they're full of shit.

They're all men.

All got little dicks.

How did Clarence measure up?

Fuck you, daemon.

I'm a hell of a lot closer to doing you

than I ever was to do it with Clarence.

So are you going to shoot me or what?

Because if not, I've got a dinner date and Turner's

waiting in the limo with your daughter.

God damn you, daemon.

God damn you.

You need to become more comfortable with death.

We done now?

Oh, I almost forgot.

Questions and answers.

Who was the 13th president of the United States?

What?

The 13th president of the United States, who was it?

Grant?

Wrong.

Ean 898.

Ean 898. Ean 898.

You know, when mommy's away like that, bad thing can happen.

Bad things could happen to Marie.

- Nothings gonna happen to Marie. - Wanna go to mommy for a second?

Come on, baby. Ok.

I was dying,

having accomplished what?

That's when the solution hit me.

Dr. Jack Davies attended to the problem,

not the solution.

Dr. Jack Davies...

Had to go.

Seems everything we are is in our wallets,

credit cards, license,

birth certificate, social security.

No wallet,

no identity.

Kill the head.

The body dies.

Inserting a catheter now. He's under.

Don't know what holds this guy together.

By all rights, he should be in the morgue.

Jesus Christ, this guy speaks.

Is he still conscious?

So you're absolutely sure you killed that man in the alley the other night.

You know, we would have had that complication if it wasn't for Lisa.

Daemon, it's not in your job description to comment

on Lisa's behavior, that's my prerogative.

Yes. Sorry.

Yes, I finished off that guy.

Hmm. Well, that's interesting, because I got a newscast

this morning that said a man was found shot in that very alley that we were in.

He's currently in hospital and he can't speak.

I'd like to keep it that way.

You catch the name, the hospital?

Well, he's a John Doe, the hospital's name is the Trinity on Roberts.

A bad thing if he talks about your face or my license plate.

So why don't you and the boys go down there and pay him a visit?

Sure, I'll find him a get well card for you.

- Has he spoken or said anything? - No, nothing.

You're very fortunate, very lucky to be alive and well, young man.

- Let me know the moment he speaks. - Of course.

Who the hell are you?

Not that it matters.

- Hey, what are you doing. - I need to get outta here.

No, come on.

Hey, hey. Lie down, please.

Guys just shot me, probably know I'm still alive.

Shh, no, you're delirious.

I know a name.

- I've got a license plate. - Just lie down.

I get killed if I stay here.

Look, you just had major surgery.

You just start bleeding.

I can't stay here.

You help me get out of here.

- Ican1. - Will you help me?

Please help me.

Get me out of here.

You can save my life getting me out of here.

Save my life.

They'll kill me. They're on their way here to kill me.

Get me out of here.

Did you kill that man in the alley?

Do you think I'd say yes if! Had?

You seem honest.

Did you kill him?

There's a difference between honesty and stupidity.

You trying to walk out and you're not stupid?

You move, you'll start bleeding.

I mean, be honest, if I hang around here, that's stupid.

I've got to get out of here now.

Hold your fire!

This motherfucker is on the run!

You're bleeding.

You crazy?

There you are, you two sweethearts.

Go. Hurry up.

I want you to turn on your stove. You have some needle and thread.

Yes.

Got good.

I want you to boil the needle and the thread.

Ok, hold on.

Hold on.

I want you to wedge

the knife into the element coil.

Ok, go ahead.

Ok, got it!

I got them.

We need two cooking mitts. One for you, one for me.

When the knives are red hot,

I want you to bring them to me.

Are you listening to me?

It's really important.

They're almost ready.

Alison, you got to-

you've got to hurry up. When they're red hot, you bring them to me, ok?

You'll cauterize the wound.

Yeah.

Stops the bleeding.

Sterilizes and makes it heal faster.

- Also leaves one hell of a scar. - I bet.

I need another knife.

Is it ready yet?

- Why didn't you cauterize that? - Too close to the heart.

In a weakened state, the shock of cauterizing can cause

serious cardiac palpitations, maybe even cardiac arrest.

That's E.R. talk.

You must be a doctor.

Or something?

Nick Turner is no stranger to any of us here.

In times of difficulties, he's been a brave friend, a worthy friend.

Now a whole lot of the efforts and policies that we believe necessary

and integral to this great country of ours are financed directly from Mr.

Turner's ample pockets.

Cut the candy-coated bullshit.

Turner supports your covert games because we let him smuggle drugs.

Striker here may have to justify his taking money from you by

financing the more questionable operations of the CIA.

But I don't happen to be such a pussy.

If the CIA didn't get a cut and the DEA,

they'd shut this country down faster than you could spit.

Then there'd be nothing coming and nothing to line your pockets with.

Let's just cut to the bottom line, shall we?

Every senator at this table has over the

years received a great deal of cash from me.

Now I would like the favor returned.

The "use don't lose" bill that is before the senate now, bill 616.

I would like it passed.

This bill simply states that any individual caught

in the illegal amount of substance deemed for personal use only

will be issued a summary fine and will not be subject to criminal charges.

This bill means big savings to your constituents in the form of tax dollars.

No more messy prosecutions.

It frees up the courts and leaves the police to tend to more serious issues.

The bill is tantamount to legalizing heroin, and cocaine!

Distribution will still be illegal.

- The cities will be uninhabitable! - Oh for Christ's sake!

They're uninhabitable now.

What kind of bullshit game is going on here?

It's not a game, rawlins.

If bill 616 passes...

I will become one of the most powerful,

one of the wealthiest entities in the United States,

which means that all of you gentlemen will be very, very handsomely rewarded.

Now is that a game?

Bill 616 will never pass.

You know what your problem is, rawlins? Selective morals.

Do you remember the three strikes bill that was passed in your state?

I shudder to think of the amount of money I put into that.

Tens of millions of dollars to make you look good.

I will not be a part of ruining this country.

You already are.

But what are you going to do next?

You're going to blackmail us into voting yes?

I advise...

Every senator at this table to vote yes on bill 616.

Is that clear?

Perfectly.

Fucken

he thinks he's bigger than us.

Fuck him.

We'll see whose balls clang louder.

I think we should make an example of him.

Daemon.

I got a little job for Lisa.

Excuse me.

Do you have a light?

Well, I most certainly hope so.

Nasty habit.

Rawlins.

Do you have any idea how much money is at stake?

You're out of your mind.

I'm a United States senator.

You can't do this.

I can do whatever the hell I want, huh?

Now five more pushups for being so stupid.

You are a disgusting,

sniveling, stinking politician.

Oh, fuck you.

You have sucked at the government's tit for far too long.

Do you know what we're doing here?

Is that the most pushups you can do?

Seven. This is pathetic.

You better do one more push,

or I'm going to have daemon shoot you right now.

Questions and answers, senator.

Who was the fifth president of the United States?

Adams?

James Monroe.

And what was the name of his wife?

His wife?

I don't know!

You know what annoys me?

That these people that we elect to government, to congress

and the white house, they know nothing about the history of this great nation.

You son of a bitch.

I'm gonna bring back slavery.

I don't know who this guy is.

We sleep together.

And he never even touches me.

Sometimes I hear him call out the name Lisa.

I always pick the winners.

Pick that one, mommy.

Oh, ok.

Oh, it is going to be so pretty, Marie!

Why was uncle Nick so mad at you, mommy?

Oh, we just had a little argument, sweetie.

Sometimes, he scares me.

- He says bad things sometimes. - Like, what does he say?

He said you ran away.

You wouldn't ever run away and leave me.

Would you, mommy?

Oh no, baby.

I would never, ever leave you.

- I love you, Marie. Come here. - Promise.

Oh, I promise.

I promise.

Cross my heart. Hope to die.

Stick a needle in my eye.

Give me a hug.

Oh, I love you, baby.

I love you.

I love you too, mommy.

A briefcase containing several computer

disks will be within your hands in a week.

It'll be delivered to your warehouse.

Rick will be the courier.

I assume this meets with your approval.

Is everything there?

Everything you wanted.

The names of every politician, bank and cop who ever took a payoff from us.

All the damn bank accounts in this country and offshore,

the data is enough there to blackmail half the goddamn country.

Believe me, those sad senator sons of bitches

will vote anywhere you want them to now.

I guarantee it.

You'd better, considering what I paid you.

Senior Turner.

General.

- Senator. - General, glad you could make it.

General, we got ourselves a little problem here.

We're going through money faster than shit through a sick snake.

CIA is dropping weaponry in your country like it's free.

Those silly sons of bitches have no idea what the shit costs.

We got to crank up the cash flow, Nico.

That means I'll have to move more volume.

Yes, it does.

Which I can do if your boys don't cause me any difficulties.

Hell, I'll have the CIA guarantee delivery to your goddamn front door

if that's what it takes.

I think your hands-off policy will be sufficient.

Does your president know about our arrangement?

The president? Shit. This is big boy stuff

- that's way over his cracker head. - General.

Can you handle an increased amount?

Oh, I'm 100% sure

that my operation will be able to give you what you need.

Good.

They're going to notice.

Our price per kilo will have to rise

- by 10%. - Why?

We'll be shortening some of our customers.

Good customers.

I trust you'll be open to negotiation on that.

No, not really.

You remember Lisa?

Oh, yes, absolutamente.

How could I ever forget Lisa?

One of my most memorable nights of my life.

Then I'll leave you two alone to have a drink,

and we'll discuss business later.

Lisa, will you be nice to the general?

As always, Nick.

Gracias, senior Turner.

Senator.

That broad must be the goose that lays golden eggs.

I've been offered $1,000,000 for that broad.

You should have sold.

If dorega drops his price

just one point, $1.000000 will be a drop in the bucket, won't it?

You think she can do it?

That is her job.

Do you ever do her?

You know, just a taste for the hell of it.

Unfortunately,

my pleasures are a little more complicated than that.

Long time.

Much too long.

I need a drink.

Do you want it, baby?

- Yes, now. - Do you want it right now?

Like that? You want more?

You want more?

Baby, get up.

Don't you want it, you sleazy son of a bitch?

Take this!

No! No, no, no!

Where are we going, Nick?

Nick, where are we going?

Are you fucking deaf?

Where are we going?

Do you have any idea

how important dorega is to me?

Do you have any idea what you did tonight?

You sleazy son of a bitch!

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, it's over, Nick.

Oh, well, it was... it was so good between us.

You know,

I can't believe there was actually a time when, when I respected you.

I would have done anything for you.

Lisa, you would have done anything for anybody if there was enough money involved.

You make me sick!

God, ifucking hate you.

From now on, you're going to work the back room

and you're going to be servicing couriers right now.

You remember that little habit that I helped you get rid of?

I think I'm going to give that habit right back to you.

Feeling good?

I hope you appreciate the quality of this stuff I've been giving you.

I didn't spare any expense.

This isn'tjust your

white boy run of the street monkey dog shit.

Oh no.

This is of a quality befitting someone of your former stature.

Welcome home, you slut-faced bitch.

Stop it!

Alison nursed me back to health,

hovered over me day and night.

I think she really cares about me.

The most decent thing I can do for her is to get out of her life

before she gets hurt.

If Lisa's still alive, I'm

going to save her, I have to save her.

God damn it.

Let me save just one.

I love that bakery, they have everything.

I can't believe we found fresh basil.

I'm going to make you...

I want to tell you something.

Look, I've been here for a while.

There's something you should know.

Look, you don't have to say anything more.

I know what you're going to tell me.

You're going to tell me that you don't feel

the same way for me that I feel for you.

It's ok.

I mean, I can't expect you to.

I have no right to expect that.

There he is! Look at this guy. On the sidewalk.

Broad daylight with grocery.

I'll put this dumb fuck out of his misery.

- You ok? - Yeah.

You ok?

- I got hit. - Where?

- My stomach. - My god.

Oh my god. Ok. Ok.

I'll get you to the hospital.

Just hang on. You're going to be ok.

Don't lie to me.

I'm a nurse.

I know the only reason I have a stomach is because I'm holding it there.

I'm a doctor.

I never told you before, but I'm a doctor.

Come on. Let's move it.

Move this traffic.

You're going to be ok.

We're going to make it I'll guarantee.

Ok? Well, I love you, Alison.

I never told you that before.

- Don't die on me. - I love you.

I love you, Alison.

I love you. I'm not going to die.

I love you, Alison.

Don't die on me.

We're almost there, okay?

Allison?

Allison!

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus Christ.

Allison!

$23,000 that closes your account, sir.

You can keep this, I won't be needing it anymore.

Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

He shot me! Motherfucker...

You're dead!

I need a doctor...

What you need is a priest.

I got him, didn't I?

Yeah, you got him.

Put your hand here and press real hard, ok?

They got me pretty good, didn't I?

You're going to be ok, don't worry.

I need to ask you a favor.

I need to borrow your gun.

It's yours.

Thanks.

I have a license plate.

I need a name and an address.

I understand it's restricted information, but...

Maybe you can help me out.

License plate number's eam 989.

There's no place in this city I've never been

and there's no place I'm not gonna get to. I'll take you everywhere.

I'll take you to them nice rich people up there

and I'll take you to the red district.

Let me tell you something.

There's no place too bad to scare me.

All right? So where to again?

23367 show street.

We've got you covered.

23367 side street, be there in a flash.

You know, you got that lithe look on your face that tells shit's going down.

Man, you're up to something if you go there.

Hey, maybe you want something. If you want something,

maybe I got it, just ask me, man.

Oh yeah, you look for some shit, dontcha?

When you look for some shit, I got the best shit right here, man.

I know how to deal with those motherfuckers out there.

You know it's UN-fucking-civilized out there.

No, you know. Hey, man, I got the stuff, man.

Hydroponics stuff that's coming from god's green, good earth, you know?

Hey, what do you say?

You can deal with me, man, I'm Trevor, I'm your friend.

- Whadda ya s? - Stop! Ay.

So, where did we stop? You're a thinking man,

but you look a little green in the gills to be in an area like this, you know,

so I can wait for ya?

I can wait right here for ya.

That's going to cost you a little bit of buck, how about that.

How much?

We know you've got shit going down.

So me cab parked where shit's going down, I got make some money on it.

So let's say, about 50 bucks.

And that's a pretty goddamn cheap way to wait.

- 50 bucks? - 50 bucks, hats on.

A buddy of mine was doing the same thing the other day, got shot three times.

One here, one there, one in the kneecap, man.

You wait here for me. To be here when I get

back, it's worth another 200 to you, right?

Sir, you can count on it.

I'll wait right here.

Ok, you right here, right?

I'm not even going to go nowhere, no way.

I mean, I'll be right here when you come back through that door.

I wait right here.

I've been noticing you wanna get that door open.

I can open that gateway up, but that gonna cast you 100 bucks.

A hundred bucks.

Oh, come on, sir.

You wanna go in there? I open that gate for him, you go right in right away.

I mean, there is something serious up here, right?

Okay, ok. 100 bucks.

Mm hmm.

Hundred bucks, me bust it right open for ya.

All right.

We've got more tools in the trunk.

One minute, be back.

So the English guy says...

You need a whore to culture.

- But you can't make it drink. - The line says think.

You do this all the time, you know?

You tell a joke, please get the fucking line right.

You're funny, guy.

Hey, come on.

Ineven"

you set a good example, right?

The elevator.

Getting the coffees.

Brought some sandwiches, too.

Coffee better still goddamn hot.

Bernie, quit screwing around.

Don't move.

Don't make a sound.

- Who the hell are you? - Clarence?

The alley? I'm the guy you shot, remember?

Yeah, I remember that.

But that doesn't tell me who the hell you are.

Hopefully, you'll never find out.

Wait a minute.

It's all coming back to me now.

I know exactly who you are.

You're one fuckin unlucky dead man.

I can absolutely guarantee it.

Yeah. Well, we're all going to die sooner or later.

You want to die sooner?

You want to die later?

- What do you want? - The girl.

- What girl? - Lisa.

Oh!

She's working.

Ok, I didn't come here to kill anybody, but I will.

I want the girl, I want Lisa.

I don't think you got the heart.

Try me.

You got the gun alright, but the gun don't mean shit

unless you got the balls.

Next time it'll be a nerve cluster above your knee.

It's going to hurt like shit.

You'll be lucky to walk without a limp.

I'm going to ask you one last time: Where's Lisa.

You expecting somebody?

No. Are you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I might be.

I suppose I am, too.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Move, move.

That was very silly, shouldn't have done that.

You know, I like pain.

It never lets you down.

It always hurts. Hmm.

This one's for the wounding.

This one's for the killing.

I'm going to ask you one last time.

Where's the girl?

Where's Lisa?

She's in the back room.

Let's go.

Move it.

Take a good look here because this is what you're going to die for.

Lisa, get dressed, get dressed, Lisa.

- Hey, shut up. Get your hands off. - This is my fuck!

Get your hands off her.

Hey, hey, hey.

- Get your hands off her. - I paid for this fucking bitch!

- What the fuck's going on? - Shut up!

Shut up.

- This is my fucking broad! - Get your hands off her.

I'll blow your fucking head off. Get dressed. Get dressed.

This is my shirt.

Get dressed.

- Get dressed. - Shit!

Hey, shut up, motherfucker.

Shut up, motherfucker. I'll put a bullet in you.

Hey, hey, you're having fun, Charles Bronson?

Hey, shut up, huh?

How much you paid for, huh? How much you paid for?

- I brought the fucking case! - You did?

That's your lying. Don't say you paid when you didn't.

- Now you paid. - Oh my god!

Come on.

- Come on, let's get outta here. - You shot me!

Move it.

Move it now.

Get outta here.

Up against the wall.

Now. Move it. Backs to me. Go on. Move it.

Against the wall.

That's it. No, no, no. Not you.

What's in the briefcase?

Don't even think about it.

Disks. What's on these disks, huh?

A lot of people get squashed on the information

highway, but can you just leave it alone?!

So, Turner'll be real pissed off I took this, right?

- I'd say he'll be pretty pissed. - Thank you.

Let's go. Don't move.

Don't move.

- I don't wanna... - We gotta keep moving.

I don't... hey!

- What do you want... - Hey!

- Do you want to fuck me, too? - We have to go.

Please come on. Come on, hurry up.

Hurry up, hurry, hurry.

Hurry, move your feet. Come on, boy. Come on, come on.

- Where's my money? - We'll talk later about the money.

Where's my money? I won't open the door!

Come on, where's my money? My "shit going down“ money?

Open the door!

- I gave you money! - I want all the money!

- This is about life and death! - This is my cab, man!

Give me the money! Give me the money!

Alright!

This better be all the money.

That's all I got.

Drive it! Drive it!

You motherfucker! Drive it!

I got the plate.

- Nobody, nobody tells Turner. - He's got the disks!

They got Lisa!

They shoot up me cab, man!

Take me to the Hanover hotel. Step on it.

All right.

Wow, that was just, man...

- Where are we going? - Oh boy, whatcha got in the briefcase?

That's none of your concern.

But you got the briefcase.

You know, I didn't want to have to do this, but that was wrong,

very wrong, what you did back there, taking advantage of people.

I've become very sensitive about being taken advantage of.

Now please hand me back all of my money.

It was just a fucking joke.

Fucking with you. It almost worked, huh?

And I guess, I guess you want your money back?

Yes, I do.

- All right. - All of it.

No problem.

It's all here.

Now, I had $1,000 in my pocket when you picked me up.

Uh-huh.

Here's your $200 I promised you.

That was the deal, right?

Oh yeah, nice, cool, man.

This is more than enough for me.

I can survive on this, you know?

You can't blame me for trying, you know?

No, you can blame a person for being greedy, dishonest and sleazy.

I'm not dishonest, just trying to get by.

This guy came out of nowhere-

you know what was in that briefcase? Computer

disks. You know what was on those disks?

Yeah, yeah.

Data! The names of every politician,

narc, banker, cop that I have ever made

payoffs to. Every fucking one of them!

How much we paid them.

The numbers of the secret bank accounts! Are you an idiot?

Now, what you're telling me

is that the same man that stole this briefcase

is the man that you couldn't kill in an alley or a hospital bed.

- Yes. - Jesus!

- Last time! - Now, daemon.

I would like to know:

Why weren't my disks put in a vault?

Well, the guy that brought them, he was still with Lisa when, you know?

It should have been put in a vault right away!

Who was in charge of vaulting the disks, daemon?

- Wasn't me. - Wasn't me.

Benny, the kid.

Come here, Benny.

Are you telling me...

That you put a 14-year-old child

in charge of vaulting my discs?

Program training.

God damn it, daemon.

He's a good kid.

You put him in way over his head.

Shoot him.

I need to get my doc... my baby.

You have to stay here.

Marie, my daughter, I have to get her.

- Where is she? - She's with Turner.

Where does Turner live? I'll get her for you.

No, I got it. No, I have to get her.

I'll get her.

Tell me where she is, Lisa.

No, you don't understand.

Lisa, just... where's Marie?

Where is she?

We'll get Marie. I'll get Marie.

- Ok. Yes? I promise. - Promise?

Hey, how can I help you, son?

I need a police car.

Son, you can get in a lot of trouble talking with an officer-

you're joking, right?

It's no joke, officer.

- I'm sorry. - Jesus!

What size do you wear?

You're in big trouble, son.

You're Mr. Turner?

I'm Mr. Turner.

Is there a problem, officer?

No problem at all, sir.

I have a package in the car for you.

And since when did the police make deliveries?

Look, it's a surprise.

I'm an admirer of yours. You've got a daughter?

I'm guardian to a little girl.

She at home right now?

It's a...

It's perishable, I got it in a cold box,

it's a really nice ice cream cake.

Ok. You get that package.

You're really going to like this.

Well, that's great.

I knew it was you!

I know it was you! Who the hell are you?

Where's Marie?

Where's the girl, huh?

Do you have any idea who I am?

Tell me, or I'll blow your head off.

Let him go, asshole.

- You're a dead man. - I have been dead once already.

I can handle it.

What about you?

- What about you? - Kiss your ass goodbye, dead man!

What do you think about hydrostatic shock? Motor reflex response, huh?

He shoots me, and every muscle in my body will snap tight.

My gun of love will go off. We'll die in each other's arms together.

Romantic, isn't it?

Medical lecture.

Let me help you demonstrate.

Take your boys to back off now.

Back off, daemon!

I'll kill him.

Go get her.

For Christ's sake. Go get her.

I promise to grease this asshole, Mr. Turner.

And I hate to break a promise.

Daemon.

Daemon!

You, drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Put her in the car.

Now, muscle brain, let's go.

Ok, let's go.

Move it, move it. Let's go.

- Move it! - Right back, right back, guys.

I don't know who you are, but you're finished.

I don't care where you go.

I'll find you.

I'll kill you myself.

I'll be waiting.

I wouldn't.

Dont.

You'll hit Marie.

You okay, honey?

- Yes. - I'm Jack, a friend of your mommy's.

Put your seatbelt on.

Already have it on.

I assume the same interloper now has the same, right?

Well, he has the briefcase, so yes, he has the disks.

Well, this is going to make some people very unhappy.

If they get into the wrong hands and our funding programs is exposed?

Well, we just can't have a situation like that.

I just have to put an end to it, calling my boys and snuff out everybody.

Starting with you.

You better find those disks real quick.

Do you threaten me?

It's no threat, Turner.

It's a promise.

You're expensive.

We need the cash flow you provide, but...

You can be replaced.

And if I find those disks before you do,

you will be replaced.

Come on, give me that shit once more,

I'm gonna get your asses!

You motherfuckers!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please leave him alone.

Go home.

Get out of here.

Thanks a lot, brother.

Hey, I appreciate it.

You're dressed pretty nice for a neighborhood like this.

Get in my car, and I'll give you a ride, right?

I don't want a ride.

I want you.

Motherfucker...

A guy, a girl, a briefcase.

Think fast.

Talk faster.

Shit...

I should have put my teeth in that briefcase when I had the chance.

What's your name?

Trevor, motherfucker?

Well, if you had trouble, motherfucker, you'd be dead right now.

Where are they?

Well, I got something that you want.

So before I give you anything, we have to make a deal, right?

How about I just put a bullet in your head?

That ain't going to get you too much, is it?

You stupid piece of fucking white pork.

Ya, man.

You're right.

How much?

This information gonna cost you $500.

And second, that is important information,

I can't give it up just like that.

Make it a thousand dollars, and I'll tell you where I've taken them.

Yeah, man, I've taken them to the Hanover.

You're happy now?

I'm only happy for now.

Taken them to the Hanover.

H-a-n -0-v-e-r.

See you later.

You're a greedy cocksucker, you know that?

And this is what happens to greedy cocksuckers.

What's going on here, man?

What you doing?

Take it easy, man. Hey!

You know what?

No money, no money on this!

What's going on?

You want money? I give you money?

Take all the money!

I just try to make a little-

listen to me.

There are seven different kinds of inks used in the printing of money.

Each one has a fire retardant.

But you know what?

Money still burns.

No, stop!

I just thought that-

no! No light!

Don't put it on! Nooooo!

We're from the department of social services

and we're looking for a man. Tall

brown hair, slight tan.

He brought a little girl in your hotel

recently. We suspect he may be abusing her.

You know, Jack, you really shouldn't have taken the briefcase.

Big girl...

- What's that? - Painkiller.

I've got ulcers. Can't imagine why.

Jack...

Why are you doing this?

No, I mean.

Why are you helping us?

Come on, we better go.

It's not safe here anymore.

Check the kitchen, bathroom.

Where are they?

Talk. Now.

They just left.

Daemon, we just found out who our friend is.

He's a doctor. Jack Davis Jr.

Look at this guy who prescribed the pills for Jack.

- Jack Davies senior. - That's really bright, buddy.

Why don't you just hand our newfound friend

here our addresses and telephone numbers?

- What the hell is she going to do? - What the hell is she going to do?

Well, new she's seen our faces and you've

not only given her one name, but two!

Sorry.

Let's play a little game.

Questions and answers.

Where was Abraham Lincoln born?

- In Springfield, Illinois? - Impressive!

Next question.

Who was the youngest man ever to be president?

Theodore Roosevelt.

42 years.

Oh, very good.

Very good. Ok, now the last question.

This one's a little tough.

Who was the shortest amount ever to become president?

- James Madison, 54. - Fucking fantastic!

No one ever gets that one.

I took, I just took my citizenship test.

I got all the answers, right?

I I've been studying for four months. I know

all the answers. Go ahead and ask me more.

I know the answer. Go.

You really impressed me.

You're going to let me go now?

You did great and I really, really like you.

You see, that's one of the bad things about my job.

Sometimes I have to kill people that I like.

Hey, every job got its drawbacks, right?

- You live here? - Took it for a few weeks.

Safe house?

Hopefully. The way information can be accessed these days,

who knows what's safe and for how long?

There's over 100 names here,

including seven senators.

And the chief of police in New York City.

What the hell is this?

I really think you should send the disk back to Turner, Jack.

Someone's moving around hundreds of

millions of dollars into offshore accounts.

Take a look at this.

Central Europe bank channel islands branch account number

336791,112 million U.S.

Turner is going to kill you, Jack.

That is, if someone else doesn't get to you first.

What are you, some kind of cop or something?

No, I'm just someone who got caught in the

middle of this who happens to give a shit.

What's this about, huh?

What's Turner into?

Lisa, tell me what's going on here.

Look.

Turner is in business with the government

of the United States of america. Ok.

They, they allow him to import and distribute heroin and cocaine.

I mean, do you have any idea the money we're talking here, Jack?

And a lot of it goes to payoffs.

I've been with Turner for 13 years.

I know his business inside and out.

That's why he wouldn't let you leave.

Send the disks back, Jack.

- Oh, god damn it, send them back. - No!

Don't you see?

There's a reason for why I have these disks.

I'm a doctor, I worked in emergency.

I've seen the damage drugs can do.

I have a chance here to do something that makes a difference.

You are going to get us killed.

I'm putting you two on a bus tomorrow.

I think it's best if you both just disappear.

Hi. Sorry to bother you... But I'm still happy to meet you!

Do you have a son?

Yes. Is he in trouble?

Yeah.

Very big trouble.

Is your son named Dr. Jack Davies Jr?

- Yes. - Beautiful.

We're doing great.

Don't hurt her.

No, the big one.

I need a telephone number. Address.

He took something of ours.

Two things. We want them both back.

How do I get in touch with Jack junior, Jack?

Jack stole something from you?

Yeah.

Terrible, innit.

Telephone number, please.

Jack!

Hey. Oh, you get cuter every time I see you.

Are you coming with us?

- Have you finished packing? - No.

Why don't you go finish packing?

Okay.

All right.

Oh, good girl, Marie.

You look great.

Jack?

I don't think you know exactly what it is you're doing.

If I don't know where you are, neither will Turner.

That's not what I mean.

Marie is Turner's daughter.

I know.

Well,

he's not going to let her go.

One more reason for you to disappear.

There's $15,000.

My parents number just in case you get into trouble.

You know where to reach me.

Marie...

I can't do this.

Mommy's got to go help Jack.

Ok, we're going to get off the bus and mommy's going to take you

to a friend's house for a couple of days.

It's going to be ok.

Hello.

Glad I caught you at home, Jack.

Who is this?

I didn't catch you at a bad time, did I?

Who is this?

Well, a bright boy like you should have

guessed that by now. This is Nick Turner.

And you have a couple of things that belong to me

and I would very much like them return.

Fuck you.

Yes. I thought that might be your attitude.

However, I'm standing in someone's kitchen right now

and I believe that you know this someone very well.

Perhaps you'd like to say a little hello. Talk.

Jack?

Is that you, son?

Dad?

Oh, Jesus.

- I'm so sorry. - Son?

I guess that's proof enough.

Jack, we're about ready to cut your good father's finger off.

He wasn't a surgeon, was he?

You bastard!

- Cut away, daemon. - Turner, don't!

No, no!

All your fault, Jack.

And I sincerely hope that you are

catholic and this guilt makes you suffer.

Now, you have my briefcase and you have Lisa and Marie.

And I would like them returned immediately.

- You do have the case, don't you, Jack? - Yes.

And you have Lisa and Marie.

Jack, you have Lisa and Marie, don't you not?

- Yes. - Good.

Then I would like to meet you in one hour sharp,

and if you do not make it

or you show up without my briefcase,

or without Lisa and Marie, you will be an orphan.

Where are we meeting?

Damn.

Now, I'm going to ask you some questions.

You're going to tell me what I want to know.

Do you understand?

Good.

Now that I have your attention,

you can tell me with those disks.

My dog ate them.

We're not talking about homework here, Jack.

You will tell me what I want to know.

Otherwise, I will be forced to kill you.

What's required here, I believe, is a...

Certain degree of subtlety.

I'm not a monster, mr Davies. Nothing I do here gives me any real pleasure.

So I'm going to afford us both the opportunity

to avoid the situation by asking you one more time:

Where are the disks you appropriated from Mr. Nicholas Turner?

Told you, my dog ate them.

You know...

I used to use sodium Pentothal for this

sort of thing, but it slows things down.

Dims the subject's responses.

Now, I go straight for the pain.

You know what this is.

Simpson, number seven, surgical scalpel.

Used for making preliminary incisions.

Correct.

Now, I'm going to take this very delicate surgical instrument

and shove underneath your fingernail.

I assure you, it can be excruciating.

Where are they? Who has them?

I don't know.

I don't know! Fuck it! I don't know! You bastard!

Best not move.

Might cause me to slip.

Do more serious damage, and one of these fine servants of

our government may accidentally put a bullet in your head.

Where are the disks? Did you make copies? Where are them? Who has them?

- Where are the fucking disks? - I don't know!

I don't fucking know.

- God damn you! - Yes, you do, Jack.

And you will tell me.

- Play the tape. - "Jack.

Send the disks back."

Please, Jack, please send them back.

Dr. Jack Davies Jr.

I've been doing some research on you.

You're a pretty interesting fellow.

Your dad was a doctor. Your grandaddy, too.

You entered Harvard medical school at the early age 18.

Graduated with honors.

You spent your internship at one of the

bloodiest emergency rooms in the country,

but when your residency came up, you chose to stay.

That's a brave choice.

You will tell me what I want to know

because if you don't, I will bring that sweet girl in here,

strap her into a chair

not unlike the one you are in now.

Douse her in ice water and attach battery cables

to the tense sections of her exquisite anatomy.

And I'll turn the power on.

Before I do that,

I'll take that scalpel, slice off your eyelids,

so you will have to watch every moment of it.

Are we clear?

Wait, wait, ok, ok, ok.

I'll tell you what?-

what is it, Jack? Where are the disks, Jack?

Where are the disks?

Don't shoot, we need him!

I need your cab.

Sorry to have to do this, I need your cab. Get out of the car.

- Fuck you. - Fuck me? I'm the guy holding the gun.

Get out the fucking cab. All right.

Sorry to have to do this, man.

Where are we meeting?

Well, Jack, I have a lovely place for that.

It's in the country.

Ironically, it belongs to my parents.

It is secure, secluded

and I want you to listen very, very carefully to the directions

because you have one hour to get there.

And I would hate for you

to waste time getting lost.

Quite a cab ride, Jack, you're looking a little worse for wear.

I'll tell you about it sometime.

- Jack! - You ok?

Yes. Beautiful moment. Now open the case, please.

- Do you have the disks? - They are in the briefcase?

Well, good. Open.

Why don't you tell your boys to back off?

Why don't you open the case, Jack?

Thank you.

Very good.

Now where are Lisa and Marie?

After my parents are safely released,

I'll tell you where Lisa and Marie are.

Well, Jack, you know, if there are any tricks,

I will kill you and I will kill both of your parents.

No tricks.

James? Escort...

Dr Jack Davies senior and his lovely wife to Jack junior's cab.

Say goodbye to your parents.

Oh, Jack, no. Oh, please don't.

All right, all right.

Don't do anything stupid.

Anything happens to my parents, you'll never see Maria and Lisa again.

Jack?

Your parents have left.

Where are Lisa and Marie?

Jack, start talking.

20 minutes.

Sorry?

After my parents have been driving for 20 minutes,

I'll tell you where Lisa premiere.

Jack...

There's no fucking 20 minutes.

That's the deal.

There's no fucking 20 minutes, there is no fucking deal!

Shoot him!

You shoot me and you'll never find Lisa and Marie.

Your 20 minutes have officially elapsed, Jack.

Where are Lisa and Marie?

What's so fucking funny?

I have no idea where they are.

Yes, that is...

Funny.

Jack...

That knife is poised over the same finger

that we severed from your father's hand today.

I think that's appropriate.

Where are Lisa and Marie?

I'm sorry, Nick.

I have no idea where they are.

You're a liar.

I'm not brave enough to lie.

You're a liar, and I detest liars.

Either answer the question,

or maybe you'd like me to sever another finger?

Jack?

Jack?

Not especially, but I don't think I have a choice.

I don't know where they are.

This isn't working.

This isn't working.

Luckily, I have a surprise.

The cab that I put your mother and father

in, it's loaded with enough explosives to blow them into next week.

This, Jack...

Is a remote detonator.

When this little red button is pushed,

you will become an orphan for the rest of your very short life.

And, Jack, it's going to be your finger that pushes this button.

Like hell, it will.

Just like hell?

Turner!

Come here, Turner!

Get your goddamn crippled yankee ass out here, you hear me?

Get your ass out here now!

Striker, I got the disks.

So you shut your mouth and you and your boys get the fuck out of here.

That's the most ungracious welcome.

Now I told you, if! Got the disks before you, I'd be taking over.

Daemon.

Well, if it isn't, my dear friend, Dr. Jack Davies junior.

As you see, striker,

I've got the disks.

Well... maybe for a minute or two.

- I was wondering how you found me., -Jack!

You picked the wrong horse, Lisa.

And you just got too greedy,

you're a liability now.

Well, this enterprise generates

too much money, far too much money for you fuck-it-up.

- Give me the briefcase, nicko. - Or what?

You and your little boys here going to shoot me?

I suggest you get the fuck out of here and maybe I'll let you fucking live.

Oh no, Nick, now I think you best get that

briefcase to me with those disks in it

or I will be forced to shoot this lovely young thing.

I'm going to give you a three count. One. Two.

Go ahead, fucking shoot her!

Dead is good for me.

- Nick! No! - Three!

Hey, daemon.

Who the hell are you?

That's a good question.

I want the briefcase, Turner.

Jack.

There is nothing of value in this briefcase for you.

But there is for me.

There's $10 million in the back of my limo.

The keys are in the ignition, so why don't you just get in it and fuck off?

No deal.

What's with you and Lisa and Marie?

Did Lisa tell you that Marie is my daughter?

She did.

I just offered you an instant fucking family.

$10 million in cash, which will generate $20,000

a week for the rest of your miserable fucking life.

What the hell do you want?

Let me get on with my god damn business.

Well, what are you going to, Jack?

Are you going to stop the entire drug trade by yourself?

It's bigger than you, pal.

It's bigger than me.

It's bigger than the goddamn government.

Do you know how much money is involved?

Why do you think they don't stop it, Jack?

You're a dumb shit.

I will meet you at Turner's estate.

Come alone. And, striker?

If I'm not at a certain rendezvous within one hour

after our meeting, the disk will be delivered to the media.

Is that clear?

I have information on you and your associates that could ruin your lives,

put you behind bars.

My demands are relatively simple.

If within 90 days from now, the public media

does not commence running stories on the drying up of the drug flow

with appropriate support figures, of course,

I will go public with the information I have.

Drug business is a huge business.

There are people out there eager to step

into Turner's shoes. Billions at stake.

We can't dry the drug flow just like that.

Yes, you can.

You just don't want to.

Let's be honest about this.

New players will come in.

Players outside the realm of our influence and control.

Yes, that will probably happen.

New players will come in.

But what I want is one year, one year.

No big business drug flow.

If I don't get it,

you're going to be some sorry ass motherfuckers.

So you better try damn hard.

And after that year, I think I might want another year

and another year after that.

Got the picture?

I got the picture.

I'll call you in one year.

During the last few months,

both the DEA and the CIA are claiming that this is the result

of their intensified efforts to win the drug war.

Meanwhile, the senate blocked supporting bill 616, referred to

as the controversial "use don't lose" bill, has withdrawn its support.

Senator striker, chairman of the group, had this to say:

In reexamining our position, we feel the bill 6-

you won, Jack.

About time, Lisa.

About time.