Nighthawks Page #2

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much about his friends as his enemies.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

You fool,

where the hell have you been?

Wulfgar, you must be out of your mind

to bring me here,

right next to police headquarters.

Couldn't you find another meeting place,

other than Sainte Chapelle?

I go where I like.

My payment... let me have it.

A ticket to Madrid?

Is Mercer joking, or what?

Mercer sent me.

But the killing of his courier

will not be forgotten.

He wasn't one of my people. He brought

the police to my door, the idiot.

An idiot with your photo in his pocket.

Yes.

He had brought you your passport.

Interpol has your photo now,

and that was very stupid.

Have you spoken to Hammad?

He thinks you are a dead man soon.

He needs my help.

He needs someone

who believes in his cause.

But where can you work?

You can't show your face anywhere.

We'll see.

It's going down.

- DaSilva, they want you downtown.

- What?! You blew his cover!

- Hey, that ain't my problem, pal.

- It ain't your problem?!

What the f*** do you want here?

- Who do you think you're talkin' to?

- I'm talkin' to you!

Don't ever come around on

our detail again, understand?

- Don't go shittin' me.

- You wanna say somethin' to me?

You do that again,

I'll break your f***in' face!

F***in' glory boys.

Nobody likes your crap.

None of ya. Neither one of ya.

They make anybody a sergeant now.

Kiss my ass, Fox!

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Wise-ass!

What you got?

You know we can't come back

here again, you know that?

- B*tch.

- All the time...

What is this?

Let's get back to headquarters.

Don't litter.

- You littered.

- So arrest me!

Our mutual contacts insisted

that I see you today.

Normally I do not operate on Sunday.

You must be quite important to them.

Make yourself comfortable, I will show you

photos which will help you choose.

Please have a seat.

This one would be perfect for your face.

Notice the contours,

strong and well-defined.

Not for me.

With the nostril more open then.

Not for me.

What do you want?

A smaller nose

and do something with his jaw line.

Yes, of course.

And the eyes can be made blue

with lenses?

Yes, I think we can do that.

Good, but do it fast.

What do you want exactly?

I want to be beautiful.

- Lieutenant?

- Right here.

I just got these latest transfer orders...

Don't sing me no operas today.

I don't feel good and I'm rushed.

I'm not singin' any operas.

I'm talkin' about these transfer orders.

Look, come on, Munafo.

For nine years I've been workin' decoy.

Now I'm pulled and I'd like to know why.

Look, you don't know me well enough to

call me Munafo, but I know you, DaSilva.

The gung-ho Lone Ranger

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