Cold Blooded Page #3

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You give me the names

of your crew, their addresses,

sign a confession that

you killed your partner,

and we'll talk about

a bathroom visit.

I didn't f***in' kill anyone!

Suit yourself.

One name.

And an address.

Fine.

Louis Holland.

H-O-L-L-A-N-D.

Met him at Millhaven

a while back.

Said he knew this

jewelry store clerk...

Needed some money fast.

Some square.

Anyway...

That was our inside man.

Told us when and how

to do the job.

In exchange for, you know,

a piece of what we got.

That was it...

Address?

I don't know the number,

somewhere on Dundas East.

Downtown...

Jarvis and Dundas, maybe?

Dispatch, this is 4319.

Go ahead 4319.

Can you run a check

on suspect Holland,

H-O-L-L-A-N-D,

first name Louis.

Last known address

Dundas Street East.

Stand by 4319.

Good, and you?

Dispatch for 4319.

Go for 4319.

I've got a return on

a Louis Holland, Caucasian,

age 39, five-eleven,

at 244 Dundas East.

Convictions for robbery armed,

possession firearm,

possession property.

Copy that.

And Dispatch, I'm taking the

prisoner on a bathroom visit.

If you don't hear from me

in fifteen minutes,

send immediate backup.

Copy that 4319, standing by.

Look, I don't care

about going to jail,

it's part of the job.

Two years is one thing, twenty?

That's why I'm tellin' ya...

I didn't kill anybody.

In here.

IN... here.

That's the girls.

Well, it's here

or back to the room.

Christ. Whatever.

Go in there.

Are you f***in' kidding me?

Yeah. I am.

Okay.

This one.

Finally.

Those stay on.

Do I have to explain

this to you?

You're a smart guy.

You'll figure it out.

F***in' hell...

Ah...

Man...

Woo...

You pulled the wrong chart

for this patient.

I did?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't get a wink

of sleep today.

If you can't fit

your personal life

around this job,

find a new one.

Sorry to interrupt you

while you're working,

but I think I know you

from somewhere.

No, you must be mistaken.

Really? My face

doesn't look familiar?

No. I'm busy here.

Sorry...

Excuse me...

You don't live in Forest Hill

by any chance, do you?

Yes.

Yes, you must have

seen me there. That's it.

Yes, I knew it.

I have seen you there.

You drive an Audi,

right? 2008, silver?

Where did you say you lived?

I've seen you there in your

car, we must be neighbors.

Look, I have a patient waiting.

I've seen you around

Ormsby Crescent, right?

21 Ormsby Crescent?

Who the hell are you?

With your wife, Shereen?

And your kids, right?

Paul and Anna?

I hear you don't let

them watch a lot of TV.

Time's up.

Cordero, you're done.

I'm gonna break that door down

in 5 seconds

if you don't...

Mind if I wash up?

Arms up.

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