Nine Dead Page #3

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Let's see who lives

and dies first.

This situation stinks

of a pig setup.

Jesus.

Told you.

God, for the last time.

This has absolutely nothing

to do with the cops.

How can you be so sure?

Because I am a cop!

I knew it.

I thought if I told you

scumbags I was L.A. County,

you wouldn't say anything,

knowing I was one of the good guys.

Good guys?

Yeah.

You're one of the good guys?

Yeah.

In my old neighborhood,

the cops weren't the good guys.

I'm not a scumbag.

I'll make you a bet

that our masked host

comes back in here,

grabs one of us,

brings him outside,

shoots the gun up into the air,

and we all think he's dead.

Yeah, that's what

he's gonna do.

He's gonna sweat us.

That's what he's gonna do.

You think?

Yeah, he's gonna do that.

Really?

Come on, guys, come on.

We can do this.

Yeah.

If he figured out

why we're all here,

we can figure it out.

You know what?

I really appreciate

your can-do spirit,

but if this pig is wrong,

my name's Coogan.

And I got to say,

what a pleasure it was

to spend the last 10 minutes

of my life with you all.

Well, we still haven't

gotten your name.

You didn't?

Miss chink over there said it

plain as day.

It's what you and

everyone else think: n*gger.

All right?

Yeah, is that with 1 G or 2?

That--that--

With 2.

You think this is funny?

This isn't funny.

Hey, what else am I gonna do?

In about 3 seconds

we're gonna find out

if Coogan's right about this

being a bust,

or we're gonna find

one of us dead.

Why are you here?

You got to give us more time.

You're asking the impossible.

We're all willing to do

whatever you want.

But you have to give us

something in return.

Okay, okay.

How could I have known that?

Please just wait a second.

Please don't!

What are you doing, man?

God!

F***.

Sorry to see him go,

but that's one less

to worry about, right?

As I said,

you have to know why I brought

each and every one of you here

in order to survive.

If you want to walk

out of here alive,

you'd better figure out

why he was here as well.

I can't die like this.

Please, God.

We ask that you--

Hey, Father.

You think we can toss the idea

of him faking the killing

outside the door?

Who are you praying to?

God's not here.

You still think

this is the cops?

If we don't figure out

what's going on

before somebody else dies,

we're not gonna get

out of here alive.

Well, does anybody here

speak Chinese?

I speak a little Spanish.

Habla espaol?

Really?

No dice.

Padre, you sure you didn't

touch no kids?

I have never harmed a child

in my life.

Anyway, that thing over there,

he's already admitted to the crime,

so stop looking at me.

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