Colt 45 Page #2

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- How many?

- The more the better.

- You?

- Me, no.

Never? You train assassins.

It doesn't make sense?

- Stop hiding. Work for me.

- That's impossible.

Why?

I am on a project that requires

time and attention.

- Alright, so what is it?

- I can't say.

Come on ... out with it.

- Do you really want to know?

- No, I'm waiting for the bus.

- That requires all your attention?

- No, that's a classic 45.

Watch this now...

Damn, not possible...

The bullet explodes when it hits...

...no exit hole,

perfect for guys in kevlar.

I call them "Mjolnir"

hammer of Thor.

- How many do you have?

- Enough for further testing.

It's still a prototype.

- How much?

- How much what?

- What you sell them for?

- Are you crazy?

- It will be between us.

- Forget it.

They're not for sale.

Tell me your price ... I swear.

You don't understand.

It would be illegal.

- You should think about it.

- I already have. Now get out.

- Go away, Milo.

- Think about it. - Yeah

He's a cop. Just Scare him.

- Why?

- You ask questions?

Don't hurt him to bad or

send him to the hospital, OK.

- You have two days.

- OK.

The car is sh*t, you could've fixed

it before you lent it to me.

Your brakes are dead

and it's full of dents.

A sin you don't treat your car

as well as your weapons.

Hey, roll down the window.

Roll it down.

- Is this your father's street?

- What?

- What? What?

Is this your father's street?

- What's that look for?

- I don't have time for this?

- You want to do something?

- Pull off the road.

- You need to pull off...

- Park it then.

Let's do it. Come on.

F*** you.

Bastard.

Son of a b*tch.

What the hell you motherf***er?

I'll f*** you up.

I'm going to f*** you up.

Come on ...

Come on ...

- Please answer.

- Luc Denard. Please leave a message.

Give me your gun.

- Why?

- Because it connects you to the corpse.

It was my father's.

I know what I'm doing.

Go home.

I'll call you when it's over.

What will you do?

The less you know the better.

Take my keys.

Don't worry, I'll fix it.

- Hello.

- I'm downstairs.

It's settled. You never had

an accident or killed anyone.

But hurry and call your boss to

tell him about the car-jacking.

This will explain your bruises

and the disappearance of your car.

Very well...

Now you can work in the field with me.

It won't happen.

Please don't piss me off about it.

I piss you off?

I piss you...?

You don't get it...

I must make it clear to you.

But first ... your mouth.

Don't say I piss you off.

Understand?

This was a coverup.

I had to call people,

now you must return the favor.

What do they want?

You have so much to offer.

Let's start with your cartridges...huh?

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