Revolver Page #2

It's not important how we got them.

What is important, however,

is what it has to say.

You will die within three days

from a very unpleasant ailment

that contaminates your blood and organs.

Thanks, fellas.

I'll get back to you on this one, yeah?

Mr. Green.

The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch.

We've already saved your life once.

The next time will not be for free.

We shall assist you under two conditions.

These conditions are not negotiable.

Oh, I'm being grafted.

Condition one.

We will bleed you dry.

You have to put on a better shirt

before you bleed me dry, my friend.

You will give us every penny you have got.

This is a con.

It's only natural that you think that

you are somehow being conned,

but think a little harder,

and you will realize that this is not a trick.

Now, condition two.

You will do as we tell you without argument.

This includes

answering any questions that are asked.

You don't have a lot of time,

and, in reality, you don't have a choice.

Now, the most sensible thing to do

would be to get a second opinion.

Macha has unleashed his legions.

We can protect you from the dangers you face.

That is our deal.

You have three hours to decide.

After that, you will be beyond our help.

Think I'm going to part with

my hard-earned cash

for a set of home-made hospital results?

I don't think so.

Not today.

I don't have good news, I'm afraid, Mr. Green.

They've thought this one through all right.

Oh, they're smart.

Smart as a pair of a little boy's shoes.

She has to be in on it.

That's how they got the results.

Got to find someone they couldn't have got to.

Well, Jake...

I'm sorry, there's...

there's no easy way to tell you this.

You have a rare blood disease.

How did they get to him?

He's in on it.

After a few days I think...

- How much did they pay you?

- What? Who?

How much?

What are you talking about?

I have no idea what you mean.

You've got five seconds. Five...

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Four...

- Wh? I...

- Three... Two...

- I don't know what you mean.

God. No, no.

When you're winning,

who thinks about losing?

But when you're faced with what I'm looking at,

a new and cold reality dawns.

A fact we like to ignore.

You can not win.

The only prize they guarantee

when you play this game

is that you will lose.

It's only a question of when.

I made a mistake.

You never miss,

so why now and why three times?

I had a bad feeling.

"Feeling?"

I'm not sure if I paid you to have feelings,

now, did I, Sorter?

I paid you

because you're the best in the business.

Why would you let feelings

confuse that relationship?

Listen to me.

Urgency has become something of an issue.

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