Kills on Wheels Page #3

Here's your money, goddammit.

They were surprised to see

a crippled dick like you, huh?

- How did you get them all?

- I was annoyed.

Annoyed?

Now I can't count?

One dog's missing.

They were really nasty to him.

They hit me too, but I settled it.

It seems they're getting rougher.

What? No couch?

- Lovely pillow.

- Oh yeah?

You...

you got balls, Rupaszov.

That's important.

And they'll believe the wheelchair trick

every time. It works.

We gotta catch their boss, Tni.

I dunno where he's hiding,

but it's covered.

The bigger problem is Tni's lawyer.

That slimy cock always

has bodyguards,

only meets in public...

Me and my men can't go there.

The cops would be all over us.

Get him first, then

we'll see about the rest.

If you pay well, no problem.

- Nobody knows about us, right?

- Nobody.

'Cause if someone does,

you're finished, you know.

- OK, then.

- Got any coke?

Are you kidding?

F*** off.

Let's go!

- When's your next session?

- Thursday, I think.

- See you then.

- Okay.

- Hi, Zsuzsi.

- Hey.

- Are you stable?

- Yeah, I think so.

- I'll be back soon.

- OK.

Come with me to room 13, OK?

- These would look good on you.

- What do you want?

We want to keep working with you.

Oh, please.

- I didn't call the cops.

- 'Cause you're scared of me.

Yeah, but fear is nice.

Let's forget we met.

You're the first person

to say I'll walk.

You're the biggest dick

I've ever met.

- Want me to hit you again?

- Yeah. Come here.

You're doing great, I see.

3 years and you'll be running.

It's fine, I just

need more practice.

- Sure thing.

- Come, help me up.

I can't. I'll fall, too.

Where's the therapist?

They're having coffee.

No one's here.

- Get her.

- OK.

No, wait, don't!

- I don't want them to see me like this.

- Here?

You're ashamed in this place?

Here, or anywhere else.

I'll get up by myself.

Don't help me, goddammit.

You can't do it, see?

I'll rest, then I'll get up.

I just need practice.

Wanna listen to music?

Bring it on.

- You look pretty.

- Oh, thank you.

He's losing patience.

I'm trying to involve his father.

- We'll help, okay?

- Thanks.

- Maybe you could persuade him.

- We've got a bit of experience.

I tried to ask my ex-husband for money.

- We're on shaky ground at the minute.

- ...it usually costs a lot.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Bye!

I don't want my father's money

or his calls.

- Did you give him my number?

- He wants to talk to you.

We've been over this.

I know what I want.

- There's no other way to pay for it.

- I'll pay. I don't need my father's help.

You can't be serious.

It costs thousands.

Even my own mother can't

believe in me?

Hi, Fec.

I'll have surgery when

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