Angel Of Death

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Prescott.

No, no, Arthur.

Don't worry about it. I'm still up.

Yeah. What are we talking about?

No problem.

I'm looking at him now.

It'll be taken care of.

I've got the perfect person

for this job.

What was that?

Work. You're up tomorrow.

Good.

I'm tired of sitting on my ass, anyway.

Take the new guy again.

Franklin? I'll pass.

You're gonna need someone

on this job.

Yeah, not him. He's a kid.

Look, the bosses say

they want him working.

They see big things in his future.

- Big things like what?

- Eve, just do it for me.

That's good. For you?

What, are we pretending

this is a relationship now?

Oh, no, no. It just sounds nicer

than ordering you...

but I can do that too.

Fine.

Whatever, Graham.

You're still using

the service elevator, right?

So, what did this guy do?

That's not a question you ask.

What is it with you

and these zip ties, anyways?

People escape from handcuffs,

not from that.

Can you kill somebody with this?

If I have to.

So this Anderton guy.

He's just some businessman.

What if he trademarked

the cure to cancer...

and some drug company

isn't thrilled?

- What if it's something like that?

- Then it's something like that.

- Okay.

- Listen to me.

Questions will get your name

in a folder like that.

It doesn't matter

how his name came up, it just did.

Does it ever get to you?

You know, the killing?

Nope.

Okay, they're all gone. Get to work.

I'm gonna be in and out

in 5 minutes.

- You know where to be?

- Yeah, yeah.

Back of the stairs in the alley.

Don't p*ssy out on me, Franklin.

You're my ride home.

Oh, sh*t.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

This is a private floor.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Could you just get back

on the elevator, please?

Come on, move.

- Please leave a message.

- Damn it, you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Eve.

Jesus Christ.

Drive.

Drive.

- Goddamn it.

- Doc, come on.

Damn it, Eve. Don't move.

You're just gonna make it worse.

- Your friend is right.

- He's not my f***ing friend.

Well, he's still right. You don't want

this blade moving. Let me sedate you.

No. I am not going to sleep

like this. I won't wake up.

All right. All right, then.

Just try and be still.

So you've seen stuff

like this before, right?

A patient with a 4-inch blade

in her head?

No.

There is a knife in your brain.

- Right, yeah.

- By some miracle, you're still alive.

If you're gonna get stabbed, you

picked the right spot, but, then...

-you would.

- Doc.

I'm gonna live through this, right?

Tell me.

If the blade stays in,

the infection will kill you for sure.

Taking it out could kill you also.

But your odds are much better

with that.

People have survived this.

- Help me with these restraints.

- What? No, no. F***, no.

F***.

Doc, what the hell?

- Just taking the edge off.

- Oh, f*** you, junkie piece of sh*t.

I could do this job

as high as Hendrix.

- But I cannot do it with the shakes.

- F***ed up.

- Oh, brilliant.

- See?

F***.

Now, try and not move.

- What the f*** are you gonna do?

- Pull it out.

- Jesus.

- Pull it out?

F***ing do it. Get it out.

Okay, please. Please.

- F***ing get it out.

- Hold still.

Damn.

Look at that.

How often does she take these?

The antibiotics, twice a day.

They're strong.

- We don't want any infection.

- Right.

You know, cases like these,

often, there's a full recovery.

But sometimes, it's not so full.

What does that mean?

Well, loss of some motor function,

memory loss, sometimes seizures.

The other pills are for those.

- Do these stop them?

- Not exactly.

The fact is,

if she does start having seizures...

I hope she's set aside some cash.

I don't think her employers

have a retirement plan, do they?

Not the kind you mean.

Listen.

Let's just keep this

between us for now.

- Okay, Rankin?

- Yes, of course, Mr. Prescott.

And she'll be fine, probably.

It is Eve, right?

She's practically invulnerable.

So this is Eve's place?

Not very homey, is it?

Have you met her?

She doesn't like attachments.

It's okay. You're safe.

Okay? It's me.

- Was that Russian?

- Greek.

She speaks a number of languages.

You can take off now. I've got this.

You're gonna take care of her

and you have a key.

Right. I don't wanna know.

Damn it.

- Graham.

- I know.

The Anderton job went to hell.

I can explain.

I'm not the one you have to tell it to.

I'm sorry, man.

You on some f***ing vacation

I don't know about?

I was dealing with one of my ops.

She was injured on the job.

Okay, so that's the excuse?

Because that was a very big mess,

Prescott.

I hope no one's expecting to get paid

for those extra 3 packages.

No, those are on the house.

You're gonna f***ing joke now?

I'm sorry, it's been a long week.

A f***ing kid is dead.

What happened?

She skipped gymnastics.

It couldn't have been predicted.

F***ing 14 years old.

Not like I give a sh*t,

but some people do.

You know, my dad,

he may run this town...

but we still got people

watching us.

In Chicago, New York.

They're not very fond of bloodbaths.

Things are about to change

in a very official way, Prescott.

So I wanted to impress upon you,

personally...

just how f***ing bad

you made me look on this.

So this player of yours...

is this something we need

to take care of?

Because I'll tell you,

the way I'm feeling...

I'm happy to fix her myself.

No.

No, it was a one- off thing.

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