Kite

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Good evening.

What is this place coming to?

Damn deplorable.

I know what you people are doing,

bringing young girls here all hours.

You know too much maybe...

- Miss Four Eyes.

- Oh! I can't see!

Then keep headlights off me

or I put them out for good.

Nyet. Nyet.

Take that to the Emir.

Oh.

What the hell is going on?

I can't find my glasses.

Lowlife imps. Panderers.

Persons entering a no-go zone

are reminded that there are

insufficient law enforcement personnel

to maintain public safety.

You are entering a no-go zone

and do so at your own risk.

My name is Sawa.

My father was a cop

who fought the flesh-cartels,

but the Emir killed him, him and my mother.

So one by one I kill them back

until they lead me to the Emir.

That's all I remember.

- It's mine! Mine!

- It's mine!

- No, stop it!

- Mine!

Numbers!

And I want to tell you something else.

My son has got an idea to get a suit.

Contaminating my crime scene, Prinsloo?

Oh, jeez. You're always on my back, Aker.

Looks like somebody used a land mine

to clear their sinuses.

Mikhail Kratsov.

Third trafficker put out of work this week.

Who's the coffin-dodger?

Blind as a mole.

She says Kratsov abducted a

Pretty Face and they went at it.

No Pretty Face did that.

So, what you hiding in your hand there,

Prinsloo?

Exploding nine millimeter shell.

Outlawed tactical weapon

issued only to security forces.

Well, maybe, Lieutenant,

someone in law enforcement

is getting tired of these flesh merchants

buying out the cops and the courts.

Like you, Prinsloo?

That's called "extrajudicial

assassination."

Still against the law, last I heard.

Now it's all yours...

just the way you like it.

The Emir... my parents...

The Emir...

- Got to find him. I have to find him.

I can't remember...

I need amp.

Sawa, honey.

Don't forget.

What took you?

Ever tweezered brains out of ceiling tile?

Where's my amp?

I need my head cleared. I'm flashing.

Your amp.

That's all you could find?

Two's already too many, you ask me.

Look at you, shaking from withdrawal.

Listen to me...

before this sh*t kicks in

and you forget everything again.

It's a nice Bolognese you made of Kratsov.

Congratulations.

But you left a witness.

He was hurting her.

Well, now they know it's a girl...

with access to police weapons.

If the cops know it, sooner or later

some rat in that corrupt department

they call a security force

sells it to the cartels.

Kratsov made a call to his partner.

There's a meeting in the safe

zone with the Thornhills.

I wrote it down.

He's trolleying for the Thornhills.

They're here to buy girls put on

a shipment set up by the Emir.

This is the Emir, Karl.

It's what we've waited for.

Look, Sawa, I want to get these

deviants as badly as you do,

but I'm looking out for you like

your father would've wanted.

I owe him that.

I get to the Thornhills,

I get inside the shipment

with the other girls,

I get the Emir.

So, can we do this?

It's an addiction, you know.

No kidding.

Not the amp.

The lust for revenge.

A Pretty Face is asking for ya.

Is she now?

Help you, love?

You're Vic Thornhill?

I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Be a good girl and remind me,

who extended this invitation?

Kratsov. He said there was work.

You could get me transit out of here?

Today? Well, isn't that a peculiar anomaly?

Last I heard, Kratsov had

shuffled off the ol' mortal coil.

You all right, Jeppie?

Looking fairly pensive, mate.

Tell me,

this young lady says she was sent

here for gainful employment.

I'm wondering if perhaps

you've made her acquaintance.

I've never seen her before.

Well, that's moderately

perplexing, isn't it?

'Cause she says she knows your partner.

You Kratsov's partner?

Well, allow me to rephrase that,

because unless you're in business

with a bloody great pile of meat,

former partner would be the proper

mot juste in this case, wouldn't it?

Kratsov meets lots of girls.

He's a trolley.

I can't vouch for her.

You can't vouch for much, can you?

We... we foray here with a great

expenditure of time and money,

of which the latter you've gladly partaken.

And then you tell me

someone's cocked Kratsov

and you've got no talent to sell,

and then this girl shows up

bandying my name about.

You're useless as a codless wank,

aren't you, Jeppie?

Well, go on. Search her.

Give me her purse.

Oh.

I like that. Naughty, naughty.

Oh, right. You come well

equipped, don't you?

I'm inclined to say we let this young lady

do her dog and pony for me old man.

And if he gives her the thumbs up,

then we book her.

We'll at least have one girl,

then, won't we, Jeppie?

I mean, one is better than none.

I've just come from your competitor.

Staggie. Staggie.

And that rubbish he's peddling,

nothing but Numbers gang skanks

straight off the street.

So I will expect quality merchandise

or a full refund on the advance, Jeppie.

I told you, Kratsov trollies the girls.

He handles the money.

You find our cash

or I'll shove this pen up your bloody

nasal passage into your frontal lobe.

Are you gonna get me on

the shipment or not?

Oh, don't worry, pet.

You'll love me old man, Clive.

Much nuts, he is.

Right, off to see Staggie.

You all right in there, boss?

Dead keen.

Ooh, I'll do what you want me to

You can turn me inside out

You make me feel so tied up

Oh, like an animal

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