Fair Game Page #5

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Where is he?

Wait.

He's in front of you!

[sobbing]

Sh*t.

Come on. Let's go!

Oh, god!

Come on, quick.

Kazak:
Come back.

The police will be here

any minute.

Coo.

[honking]

They're

out of there.

They?

When did she

become a they?

She's with a cop,

and he's very good.

He killed our whole

goddamn team.

Stop.

Those are police cars.

We'll be safe with them.

That was supposed

to be a safe house.

Only cops

know about it.

Are you saying

we can't trust the cops?

We can only trust

the cops that I know.

And right now,

I don't know how many

of them are left alive.

[knocking]

Kirkpatrick. Line 2.

I got it!

Tell me you got

the woman, Max.

What the hell

is going on?

What's going on?

Bean and g are dead.

God.

Where the hell

are you?

Not on the phone.

What are you saying?

Somebody knows

every move we make.

I ain't saying sh*t till

I know who I can trust.

You listen up, Max.

I'm not f***ing around!

You're bringing her in now!

You should

call the suits.

We don't need

the goddamn suits,

Kirkpatrick!

Got it.

Kirkpatrick.

Nice Irish name

for our cop.

Let's see what

he's made of.

Ah, here we go.

One life

about to end.

If there's a chance

anybody's dirty,

We need to call in

the feds.

Who said anything

about dirty cops?

Max, give us

an hour.

Where?

Where I used to go

on Friday nights.

This is bullshit!

If you live through this,

Max, you're f***ing fired!

You just make sure

you bring the feds,

You understand, Louis?

Don't worry,

buddy.

Watch your 6.

How long

to police headquarters?

5 minutes.

Go south.

[honking]

[telephone rings]

Forensics.

Jodi, it's Max.

Hey,

don f***ing Johnson.

I need a favor,

OK?

I never lend money

to family.

I need a make

on a shell.

Like I need

my beauty sleep.

What do you got?

Center fire shell,

Copper wash

with a brass primer

And a red surround.

Looks like a 12-gauge,

but it's marked "33."

Ever heard of a "33"?

No such number.

There's no such zone.

You got a phantom

cartridge there, cuz.

Well, a phantom cartridge

blew away 2 of my crew.

I-I'm sorry, Max.

Uh, look,

The arms world's like

the jersey shore.

It throws up

new sh*t every day.

I'll run it right now.

Call me in an hour?

Yeah.

Where are you taking me?

My partner used

to moonlight here

As a security guard.

Hey, don't worry.

Everything's going

to be all right.

I wish I could

believe that.

Lieutenant Meyerson.

Baker. FBI.

Congratulations.

This is detective Aragon.

He'll be taking you

to the pickup point.

[speaking Spanish]

[shouting in Spanish]

Hey...

Come on.

The word for tonight

is "inconspicuous,"

All right?

[tires screeching]

Where the hell

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