Bullet Page #3

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Well, thank you.

I'd like to speak to

this man privately, please.

You listen to me clearly.

You can tell your father

that if anything

happens to my daughter,

I will personally

escort you both to hell.

I will track you down using

my last penny to the last day.

Like the dogs that you are.

And I don't care if

they have to execute me.

I've accepted my fate.

Have you, Governor?

My daughter... is my

whole world to me.

It's a dangerous man,

whose very meaning for

existence is threatened.

Remember that.

Yes, Governor.

And you remember...

My father and I...

We're the only bloodline

left in this sh*t world.

You do your part;

we all get what we want.

Comprende?

Yes.

Good.

Soon you'll get the information

you need to release me.

Guards! Get me out of here.

Great art claims

to understand death.

But, y'know...

It's not until you've looked

down the barrel of a gun...

...that you truly understand

the meaning of death.

This country was founded

by thieves and murderers,

religious fanatics...

social misfits.

But you know what those misfits

did, the first chance they got?

They dumped their Bible

and picked up a gun.

This country is built

on the barrel of a gun,

not a f***ing constitution.

There shouldn't be stars on

the flag, there should be guns.

We are the poor with guns.

And you stand in our way

and we will f*** you up!

And when you steal from that,

you're not just f***ing with me,

you're f***ing with

the American dream.

Where is my f***ing money?

Death before dishonor.

Now was that bravery...

...or just simply

freakin' stupidity?

As the man said,

where's the money?

Get him on his feet.

Now you crawl back to Finn

and you tell him

he has one week.

We've got cops.

Scheisse. All this freakin'

drama for nothing.

Tarvis, the door!

Too late, obviously.

Yeah.

Drop your weapons!

Lock down the back!

Lock down the back!

Go ahead.

I'll take care of them.

I'll take the back.

Die, you f***er!

Die, f***er!

Drop your weapon!

Oh, really, you little c*nt?

Drop your weapon right now!

Put your weapon down now!

Right now!

Put your hands

on top of your head.

Hands on your head!

Don't f***ing move!

Yeah, yeah. F***.

Don't...

Goodbye,

adieu, auf wiedersehen.

F***!

Should've shot him.

I didn't ask to get

bailed out, alright.

I was doing alright

by myself, okay.

Where's the cop?

Shouldn't have gone

against my counsel, Leroy.

I-I didn't go

against your counsel.

I had to call in a favor

from our new friend,

the governor...

...to get your

agreement revoked.

The governor?

Mm-Hmm.

Now what?

Get in, shitcake.

A-After you.

Merci.

Press lobby.

You shoud've kept

your mouth shut.

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