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.

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