Blood of Redemption Page #5

things straight.

So...

Quinn gets out of jail

at the end of the week.

Think you're gonna be there?

I don't think

he'll wanna see me.

You know...

it's not your fault.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

I gotta go, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.

I know more than she can

possibly imagine.

I know where she's been going for the last

few months.

Let's see if she comes clean.

Yeah, it's Boris Moljevic.

We're coming right over,

we'll be there in ten.

Grimaldi, whatever you

do, don't go in alone.

Wait for back...

Demetri...

FBI!

Put your hands up,

guns down now!

Privet, motherf***er,

I said now!

Put it down!

Who do we have here?

Boris?

Agent Kurt Grimaldi, welcome.

Your father must have

died of a heart attack

when you told him you

wanted to join the FBI.

IS this it?

Is this all you got?

Five of your guys against one?

The odds don't look

that good for you, Boris.

Five.

Not enough, Boris.

GO, go! go!

Take cover, take cover!

Is the perimeter secured?

The rear in the West Side isn't.

- Where's Agent Grimaldi?

- Inside.

Come on, come on!

- Grab my hand!

There's no room for gunslingers

in the bureau.

Next time, wait for backup.

I can ID Moljevic.

He shot at me.

We'll drag him in,

he'll post bail,

be out by tonight.

I don't want him,

I want Campbell.

And I know you do as well.

But this obsession with finding

your father's killer

is compromising your judgment.

Now get the hell

out of my sight.

Had to put four of Mr. Huang's guys

in the hospital...

but I finally tracked

down the man who set up Quinn.

Now I'm gonna make him

tell me who hired him.

Rumor has it, Campbell

owns this club.

High-class prostitution.

Sergio would have

never done this.

Two bodyguards.

Word must have gotten

out I'm looking for him.

Should have hired better guys.

That's gonna cost him.

Who the f*** are you?

Please don't kill me.

Why'd you set up Quinn Grimaldi?

I was paid to do it.

- By who?

- I don't know.

We spoke over the phone!

You got a contact?

- I don't.

- Give me your phone.

Your phone, hurry

up, Chopsticks.

Come on.

Why the f*** did you kill him?

Kill the son of a b*tch!

Kick his f***ing ass!

Told you I was sorry.

- Good kicks, though.

- Kiss my ass!

Maybe next time.

So, you wanna know about Kurt.

Does he know about the real

family business?

I think he knows.

I think he always knew.

Really?

Well, he always knew what Sergio

and Quinn were up to.

I mean, I can't prove it, but...

Why do you think

he chose the FBI?

- Revenge.

- Revenge?

Being left aside.

Senator.

Hello, Kurt.

Haven't seen you in a long time.

How ya been?

What do you need, Senator?

I was very close to your father.

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