Charlie Zone Page #3

Dispatcher:
10-17 in Highveld Park,

report man injured.

Assailant armed with ax...

Got a real eye for fashion.

Better than looking

at your arms.

Never did get your name.

It doesn't matter.

Didn't by chance bring anything

to take the edge off, did you?

Huh?

"Kicker," man.

"Ox"?

- Need a hit.

- Nope.

F***, this keeps getting

better and better.

You shouldn't smoke.

I thought all you Indians had a case

of illegal smokes in the trunk.

You know what I've got

in my trunk?

- What?

- Bodies.

Come on, man,

you must have something.

Morph, dillies?

- Don't use.

- I saw you shoot up.

- Oh, you saw me, did you?

- Yeah.

Hey, "Chief Red Bull,"

think about how I'm gonna

use the bathroom?

When you're done with the water...

the bottle will be empty.

That's filthy.

Well, I'm sure you've done

way worse.

So if you're not planning

to rape me,

what are we doing here?

- Can you tell me that?

- Nope.

Why not just let me go?

You can still save yourself.

For that girl you left.

Huh?

That nice leather coat says you

once had money,

but those boots and that shitty car...

which is likely why you're doing this.

You talk white

and walk like a convict.

She didn't wait, huh?

Hmm.

Save it.

By tonight you'll be

someone else's problem.

Whose problem?

I don't know names.

Look, if you're from Montreal,

I can explain everything, okay?

But they're gonna

take me with them, and...

- I can't leave the city.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Something I got to do.

Something big.

And...

just... I'm not...

I'm not ready yet.

Almost, but...

You know what I mean?

Donny:
Yeah, she s about 58

she's pretty, brunette.

All right, let me know

if you see her.

(Phone beeps)

Any girl,

they could have taken.

Who are my enemies?

Tell me.

You ever wonder

if the enemy is hers?

The word just came back

about a custy in Montreal

who burned a bike gang

for 12 Gs and skipped town.

- So?

- So...

some biker's been seen around,

not local patch.

F*** Montreal.

Think they can take over

the city, f*** 'em.

- I'm just saying.

- What are you saying?

Look, what I'm saying

is I think we should know

who we're dealing with.

(Police scanner playing)

I know I love her.

(Softly)

F***in' kidding me.

I said one hour.

It's been almost three.

Sister:

We're trying.

Look, we don't even have

enough money for her rehabilitation.

"Red Bull"! Yo!

Listen, I let her go,

you guys are out 10 Gs.

- No more bullshit, okay?

- Jan:
Hey!

- Hey, who are you talking to?

- (dial tone hums)

- (phone clicks)

- Hey!

What the f***

is your problem?

- Do you know what time it is?

- Yeah.

It's time to tape your mouth.

Try it.

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