A Good Man Page #3

- Of course I have.

I never leave home without it.

- Good.

- All right.

I'll see you later.

No. But whoever it was...

left joss sticks on

the bodies again.

Yeah, he's sending a message.

And the money?

One last thing. Vladimir...

who is she?

Just a girl.

Feels light.

It's all in there, sir.

If you like, I could...

at least you and your men

made it here alive tonight.

Let's keep it that way.

I can't afford to do business

with some Chinese

ninja out hunting us.

Give this to Chen... clean.

Trans:
And before you go, enjoy the girls.

Tonight, it's on the house.

Hey!

Try Lena, the girl behind the bar.

Leave the girl alone.

It's all there.

My sister working here was

not part of our deal.

You are telling me what to do now?

Your sister is here so I

can keep an eye on her,

- to keep her safe.

- If she works here,

I say she's for sale,

like the rest of the b*tches.

You promised my

family protection...

if I came here to work

off my father's debt.

I am upholding my part of the deal.

Yes, and you are very

good at what you do.

That makes you valuable to me.

You want out, no?

That's why you are here...

to rescue your family.

Noble, truly.

But Lena is beautiful.

She could make me a lot of money.

But Alexei is right.

Lena here is nothing more

to me than a pretty girl

behind the bar, and

until the debt is paid,

she is my girl, not yours.

Remember that.

- Who is it?

- Alexander.

Wait a minute.

I brought you a new lock,

unless you and your sister want

to keep using a screwdriver.

Wait a minute.

Hey.

Hi, Roman. Come on.

Come on.

Okay, so you're an American.

What are you doing here?

Sasha's an American.

What's he doing here?

He's... kind of over there

with a guy who's not a

very good human being.

- What's your relation to him?

- Vladimir?

In business with him?

Yes, you could say that.

I only come here to drink.

This is kind of a bad neighborhood

you're walking through.

I thought I'd walk you home.

Hey, b*tch.

Are you work here or what?

Hey, where are you going, honey?

I want a lap dance.

You know, it takes the IQ

of a mature caterpillar

to know the difference

between the staff and the dancers.

- You understand?

- I want that bar b*tch to dance for me,

so f*** you.

- Shall we go?

- Are you for real?

Not really. It's all fake.

Well, Mya was worried.

Yeah, poor thing.

She's alone so much.

It was worse... a lot worse

before Sasha came back.

- And...?

- And...

Our father owed money

to the Russian mob,

he died and the debt fell

onto me and my sister.

And how is it you got

mixed up with Vladimir?

With Vladimir.

Sasha... Sasha is my half-brother.

He grew up in the states.

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