Eliminators Page #2

I ain't buying any guns.

I'm getting my money

and taking my business elsewhere.

Let's see.

Royal Bulldog, 9mm.

Yeah, I know what it is.

It don't work for sh*t!

Short recoil.

Accurate up to 50 meters.

Where's my money?

Where...

Works fine for me.

Mr. Cooper?

I just got sent a UK news story

from one of our sources.

You gotta take a look at this.

A neighborhood is in shock after

homeowner and father Martin Parker

took the law into his own hands and

reportedly shot and killed three intruders.

In this burglary gone wrong,

police are being unusually tight-lipped

about the prime suspect.

Where is he?

How much did you pay for that rock?

All right, fellas.

Boss says this is a private party.

Drinks are on the house.

Thank you very much.

One for the lady.

To the boys!

Cheers.

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, that is... There we go.

He's got her. He's got her...

Let me just hook that up for you.

You're bad.

Give me some tips.

You've been schooled.

You've been schooled. Here we go.

All right, my turn, my turn.

Thanks very much, boys!

You're very welcome.

Come on. I'm going for a smoke.

See you in a minute, gentlemen.

Smoking will be the death of you, mate.

Bad for you.

She was so into you.

You're making money today.

Here you go.

Better all be there.

Go for champagne. Off you go.

F***ing machine.

You all right, sweetheart?

Not so fast.

Get 'em in. Get...

All right.

You ready, boys?

Hey, sweetheart.

Hello?

Mr. Bishop?

This is Charles Cooper.

Personal call.

This must be important.

Extremely.

I'm listening.

Martin Parker.

His real name is Thomas.

Thomas McKenzie.

He's an ex-federal agent.

- Time frame?

- Tight.

Then it's double my usual rate.

Deal.

One more thing.

He has a daughter.

It's for you. It's your lawyer.

- Hello?

- It's Ray.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Ray.

My face is all over the news,

and I'm cuffed to a f***ing bed.

- You need to get me out of here now.

- I will.

But you're being held for murder.

Yeah, I didn't have a choice.

Listen, I'm on a flight,

two hours out of Heathrow.

When I land, I can

explain to the authorities

the confidentiality

of your relocation in person.

Two hours? That's not good enough.

What about Carly?

I'm doing my best. Take my number.

Nurse, I need to write this down.

All right, done it.

- And, Ray?

- Yeah?

Where's Cooper?

We don't know.

- I need to get to Carly.

- Listen...

Sorry.

Sierra-Delta-7-5, officer down in Room 4.

Prisoner has escaped.

Hey!

Don't move!

Get down on the floor

and put your hands behind your back!

Hold it!

I said, get down!

That's not gonna happen.

Stacey?

I'll be two seconds.

We're moving the girl

to a secure location.

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