Charlie Zone Page #2

- Drive north.

- How far?

It's best that the location

is unknown

in case you're being followed.

I better be paid

when I get there.

You will.

And one more thing.

Returning home will be

very emotional for her.

So, what,

don't tell her anything?

Right.

The pills in the vial are sedatives.

They should help her stay calm.

Okay, I got one more thing, too.

Which is?

After this, I gotta get scarce

for a long time,

- so I'll take 50.

- 50?

Do you have any idea

what it's like to lose a child?

- You've got one hour.

- How could you...

(beeps)

(snaps)

(window squeaks)

(door slams)

How the f*** did this happen?

Four f***ing doormen we pay.

Calm down.

You f***ed her,

you useless f***.

Hey, hey, hey. It was a party.

Your party.

You had a clear shot, homeboy.

Where's your pretty little gun?

I don't have it today. Okay, what,

are you gonna beat me up too?

Put out word. I want to know

where he lives, who he's working with.

Okay.

(Rattling)

Oh...

(groans)

(lock rattles)

Hey!

(Bangs)

Hey!

There's some water in there...

clothes in the bag.

Put them on.

- You.

- Just do it.

What...?

Look, I'm not

gonna hurt you.

You call f***in' kidnapping someone

not hurting them?

If you don't make any noise.

You do what I say.

I'm not doing anything you say,

buddy, okay? Let's get that straight.

We'll see.

And anything you do try,

you're gonna get ten times over

up your ass

when my friends find you.

Just put on the clothes.

Hey, lover boy?

I'm not putting on any

of your fun fetish gear

until I get some f***ing answers,

so let me out of here.

Let me out of here,

you pervert.

Listen.

You make me come in there,

you go back to sleep, you got it?

Now put the f***ing clothes on.

(Bangs)

Got a thing for grannies?

Great.

You got to look respectable.

Humph.

I'd be a little more worried

about yourself if I were you,

'cause you just bought

yourself a nightmare.

I'm only the beginning.

(Fence clangs)

Police dispatcher: 10-23 Charlie Zone,

report shots fired.

- Report shots fired.

- (police officer speaking on radio)

Dispatcher:
223,

are you 10-8? Brava?

Do you copy?

Donny:

Word is out.

Everyone we know

is looking for them.

- What else?

- That Ontario plate is bullshit.

All we can do is wait.

He's working for someone local,

only so many places to go...

Sprytown, Dartmouth, Preston.

Yeah.

Boys fixed your tires.

Come on.

Hey, someone sees the car,

they're gonna call us.

So I wait by the phone

like a f***ing high school boy?

Come on, lock up.

You're gonna drive blind?

I mean, there's a f***ing business...

You tell me about

my f***ing business?

This is business too.

Let's hit the f***ing road, huh?

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