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What I'm really interested in

is the little electronic device

that was stored with them.

Oh, ha-ha-ha, you find

this funny, do you?

Yeah.

Every man pictures the

way he's going to die,

and this is... this is

just not what I expected.

Who said anything about dying?

Oh, God, what the f*** is that?

F***.

Let me make

this easier for you, Mr. Fuller.

If you do not tell

me where the bag is,

I will find your family.

I will have your wife

raped until she is dead.

No, oh, God, no.

And then I will have your child

sold to slavery in the

very worst Dickensian

hell hole I can find.

I can't... f*** you.

F*** the Senator.

And f*** this bed which

is probably made in China.

Skewer his f***ing shoulder.

It's your

last chance, Mr. Fuller.

You're going to talk.

Everybody does.

Do it again.

All right, OK, OK.

Why has he stopped moving?

Wake him up.

I think he's dead.

What do you mean he's dead?

No, no, no, he can't

die until I say he dies.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

OK, OK, search him for

ID, see where he lives.

Maybe he stashed

the diamonds there.

Then clean up this f***ing mess.

It's the call you've

been waiting for, Senator.

Yes, of course.

You all excuse me.

Save a couple dances, darling.

Do you have him?

Uh, not exactly, sir, but

the girl has been handled

and the video has been erased.

On that front, at

least, you are safe.

That video is embarrassing.

The drive is treason.

You'd best find it.

Yes, we'll toss the

room before we leave.

I'm confident we'll find it.

Speaking of overconfident,

how's our friend

Mr. Fuller cooperating?

Yes, Mr. Fuller, um,

how can I say this,

has checked out of this hotel.

Soon as we find his partners,

I'll call you, let you know.

Mr. Washington?

Are you there?

Oops.

Witness.

Sh*t.

Backup, eleventh floor.

She shot my foot in two.

What the hell is

going on out here?

Ebola outbreak.

Get back in your room.

Ah.

Hey, there, I really

need to get to a hos...

I took you for a working girl.

You know, wrong place, wrong

time, that kind of thing.

But then I found this

little baby in your room.

A Vektor SP1, custom edition.

Nice gun, pro's gun.

So now, I have to

assume that you

are part of the Kevin's posse.

Ha, maybe you're

even that smashing

little red head that the news

services are so excited about.

Kind of sloppy

though, wasn't it?

Getting your face

seen like that?

You know, your face is

vaguely familiar to me.

Have we met before?

You'd have remembered me.

Maybe.

And I would have

remembered that tie.

Right now, I think my tie is

the least of your problems.

I'm going to blow his head off.

She's good.

Really f***ing good.

Let's go down.

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