Hard Target Page #2

- l don't make the rules, mate.

Look, your ride doesn't sail

'til the end of the week.

lf l can get the money,

then what ?

Then l'll let you

ship out.

l'll get the money.

Keep goin'.

Take it back. Yeah.

Bring it, bring it,

bring it, bring it.

Okay, down.

So, this guy you're looking for,

he owes you money or something ?

- He's my father.

- Okay, l change my mind.

l'll help you for two days,

you'll pay me $217.

lt's a deal.

- You can drive.

- l...

don't have

a driver's license, ma'am.

So, what's your name ?

Chance Boudreaux.

What's your name ?

lt's Nat.

Nat ?

Your parents name you

for a... bug ?

No, actually,

it's short for Natasha.

Natasha.

What kind of a name

is Chance ?

Well, my mama took one.

So how did you lose

your papa ?

My parents, um, they got divorced

when l was seven and my father--

Well, he moved away.

We started to write and

he even called me a couple of times.

Three weeks ago

the letters just stopped.

l've got a friend here

who can help us.

You check the line,

l'll look around inside.

Hey, you don't have

a bottle of hot sauce on ya, do ya ?

- Elijah. What's happening ?

- Hi.

Wednesday meat loaf.

l mean, they said

it was meat loaf.

- l thought you were gonna get a ship.

- l lost my boarding pass.

l've got something

to show you.

You two know each other ?

- We met yesterday.

Have you seen my father ?

- l saw the next best thing.

l was over at

Plaza D'ltalia yesterday...

and l saw this sleeping bag

in a cart.

lt was a tiger stripe, like the kind

they used to issue to Recon guys.

Your daddy had one

just like it.

- Thanks, Charlie.

- You bet.

Don't be offended.

He passed them out for money.

Uh, yeah, l've had to

do it myself.

Here. Barracks Street.

Both sides this time, Grandpa.

Next ! Get !

Here. Decatur. Lower half.

Well, if it ain't

my good friend Boudreaux.

l thought you was gonna

catch a ship.

Maybe l'll stick around

to run for mayor.

We're looking for someone

who worked for you.

The man's name

is Douglas Binder.

- l never heard of him.

- l think he know you.

- Did he work for you, sir ?

- Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

l'm not too good with names.

l have a photograph.

What Mr. Poe trying to say,

he's not too good with faces.

Right ?

Hello, Randal.

l didn't know you had company.

We were just leaving.

- You know, we should go back up there.

- Not now. Not together.

Poe knows something

about my father, obviously.

lf you don't want to go back

up there, l'll go myself.

lf you want to find your daddy,

you're gonna have to work smarter,

not harder.

Yeah.

- Natasha Binder ?

- What's the problem ?

l'm afraid l have

some bad news.

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