No Mercy Page #6

You don't know me.

You don't know anything

about my life.

You don't know anything about my life.

I do know one thing.

Joey Collins is dead

because of you.

And you stood there,

and you just watched, didn't you?

Didn't you? Didn't you?

You don't know what

I've seen in my life.

Do you think that was the worst?

You think that was the worst?

You wanna hear something about it?

Do you?

Losado will kill you.

That's what I'm gonna watch.

I'm not a whore.

What?

I'm not a whore.

I've never been with anyone

except Losado.

Yeah, so?

I'm not a whore.

I'm a police officer.

Understand me?

Police officer?

A cop?

This is my prisoner.

Cop.

What are you saying to them?

Keep your mouth shut.

Do you speak any English at all?

This woman's under arrest.

She's my prisoner.

Don't touch her.

Take your f***ing hands off her!

Keep your f***ing hands off her!

Losado!

Losado!

That's right!

This is Losado's woman!

- Losado?

- Losado. You understand that?

He'll cut your hand off and scratch

your ass with it if you touch her.

Losado?

Yeah! Losado! Back off!

They called Losado.

- This his operation?

- Yes.

He works for him?

Deveneux?

He smuggles them in and sells them

to Deveneux. Is that it?

Deveneux got greedy?

Is that why they whacked him?

Why did you help me?

Why did you say Losado's name?

Tub of sh*t.

Turn your head.

Come on.

Get in!

No, you don't!

I don't get it.

Losado's in business with Deveneux.

Smuggles in cheap labour.

What were you doing

with Deveneux in Chicago?

And why did he want to kill Losado?

He said it was the only way.

Deveneux promised to help me.

Help you do what?

Get free from Losado.

What did you promise him?

I didn't promise him anything.

He was a gentleman.

Jesus Christ, this whole thing's

about you, isn't it?

Get out.

Don't move.

Don't even think about it.

Give it up.

- Police officer.

- Yeah, and I'm Tinkerbell, a**hole.

Handcuffs. Keep still.

Jesus Christ!

The next time you send someone here...

...advise them to exhibit a better

sense of professionalism and respect.

I don't know what you do in Chicago,

and I don't care...

...but it doesn't work down here.

Cop to cop, your boy has drowned

in his own puddle of mud...

...if you get my meaning.

I want to know why he's in

this piss-stained rat cage.

They're still pissed about the war.

Listen here, boy!

Cop to cop...

...I want this man out of here.

I want him showered, shaved

and polished up like it's payday...

...and the street is filled with

ladies that can't say no.

You get my meaning?

Do it.

You come here, lose your gun,

your star and your pants.

Got the girl.

With you, there's always a girl.

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