Acts of Vengeance Page #3

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Wh-why?

Frank, it's been

a long time.

We've got no fresh leads.

I mean, it's hard.

The case is dead?

No, it's not dead,

it's just... cold.

Those are f***ing semantics,

and you know it.

This is a way of

twisting words around.

Believe me,

i know about it.

I've made a lot of money

doing that.

Look, I'll stay on top

of lustiger.

You know, try and keep it

in his mind.

Talk is cheap, huh?

Hey, mister.

You looking for...

Company tonight?

I can make you feel good

if you want.

You could do anything.

Hold on, hold on,

hold on, hold on.

What are you doing

out here?

You're too young

to be here.

How old are you?

Answer me.

How old are you?

Thirteen.

Thirteen...

Sh*t.

Get your ass

over here.

I'm sorry, buddy.

She thought you were

somebody else.

Let's go.

Please, sir. This girl

is someone's daughter.

Frank:

If could have been

listening more closely,

if I would have been

listening at all,

I probably

would have heard it.

Frank:

Finding the book

was a sign.

I had been punishing myself

for their deaths,

but I wasn't the one

who killed them.

I had been punishing

the wrong person.

Meditations was written

nearly 2,000 years ago

and became the basis

for stoicism,

which believed

that the best indication

of an individual's

philosophy

was not what he said

but rather what he did.

Stoics would take

a vow of silence

in order to focus on

a specific task.

It is why I took my own vow

not to be broken

until I avenged my wife

and daughter's murders.

Within days

after I stopped talking,

my sense of hearing

had drastically improved.

You see?

Good things do happen

when you shut the f*** up

for a minute or two.

Hey! Hey.

Nice ride, my man.

But unfortunately

you're in our territory,

so how about you just give me

your wallet and car keys,

and we'll call it even.

Could these be the men

who killed them?

A carjacking

gone terribly wrong.

Come on!

F***ing dumb

piece of sh*t!

Please...

I wanted to search his face

for the slightest hint

of recognition.

He had no idea

who they were.

Are you okay?

My name is Alma.

I'm an E.R. nurse

over at mercy.

I volunteer at the local

homeless shelter.

A-and you are?

Are you okay?

Do you understand me?

Comprende?

C-can you hear me?

Do you remember anything

about yesterday?

About how you got here?

I was coming home

from the hospital,

and I found you

lying in the road.

So I helped you

over here.

You were really

out of it,

and that's when I discovered

you'd been shot.

Let me check it out. Okay?

You're lucky.

The bullet

only grazed you,

so the wound was

pretty easy to dress.

Hey.

Frank:

Why would Susan roll down

her window in the rain?

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