The Replacement Killers Page #2

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- You picked the wrong partner.

- Partner? I'm his hostage.

I just met this guy yesterday.

He told me his name was John Lee.

His name is John Lee.

And hostages tend to get killed.

Cuff him.

Cuff them both.

How's that leg?

How's yours?

Bring the car around.

Flush him out.

Jesus! You came back.

- Get down!

- Sh*t!

Take the keys.

Give me your gun!

Get this car moving.

Come on. Go!

Put the gun down!

Sh*t!

- Another problem, Mr. Kogan.

- John was lucky.

Don't confuse luck with skill.

John's father and I served in China.

He was an honourable man.

But he could be ruthless.

John is like him.

- Where are John's replacements?

- They're arriving as we speak.

- It's going to hurt.

- Just do it.

I told you we would have this

conversation again.

What did you get me into

with Terence Wei?

Put your gun down.

Would you let me

walk out of that door?

- I didn't think so.

- Do it.

Do it.

I'm sorry.

I want to know

what the hell is going on.

All I ever wanted ...

was for my family to be safe.

I would do anything to protect them.

Anything.

Mr. Wei used my mother and sister

to persuade me to do three jobs.

The first two were criminals.

It wasn't difficult.

What happened with the third?

I couldn't do it.

If I don't get back to China ...

... my family will die.

- What was that all about?

- I have a passport.

Fix it for me. Then you can go.

My family is running out of time.

I'll need a picture.

What do you mean,

that's all you've got?

Give me the money

and get the f*** out of here.

- Damn, you look good!

- Not today, Loco.

What's with the attitude?

You need to get some of this love.

- Meet my new friend.

- What's up, friend?

Ain't no harm. Right?

- Old boyfriend?

- I try to stick to my own species.

Here we are.

The fastest passport photos in town.

Give me three bucks.

Hostage etiquette.

Kidnappers pay for incidentals.

You gave me four.

I'll take it as a tip.

Sit still and stare straight ahead.

You could've saved yourself a lot

of trouble by doing that third job.

It was wrong.

Mr. Wei was taking revenge.

A man named Zedkov killed his son.

Zedkov? You're getting

yourself killed for a cop?

- Not a cop ... his son.

- What?

A seven-year-old boy.

Why?

That is how Mr. Wei

deals with his enemies.

Through their families.

All right, you're done. Get out.

Picture's not done yet.

We'll have to wait ...

We'll have to wait ...

- Don't turn around.

- Cops?

No, assassins.

Stay close to me.

Let's go.

John!

- Hello.

- How are you doing?

- Dad!

- What are you up to?

I'm making a shake.

Listen to this.

Let me talk to your mum ...

We've got two officers down.

Stevie, stop for a minute.

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