Pawn Page #4

I told you, man.

I just came in to take a piss.

Don't lie to me.

All hell broke loose.

I called the cops,

for Christ's sake.

Till I figure out

what the f***'s going on,

this is going with me.

I want you to stay right here.

All right, kid?

Friend of yours?

What happened

after the cop got killed?

That's when things

really started to get bad.

- What the f***'s going on?

- Cop was onto us.

Found him in the toilet

with this one.

- So you just shot him?

- Yes, Billy.

That's where all the blood

came from.

- Mate--

- What do you care?

I don't give a f***,

but I've got a funny feeling

that every other cop

in a 10-mile radius might.

Look, I've told you once already,

you want out,

there's the f***ing door.

Maybe, if we're lucky,

he didn't make the call

before you got into him.

That's the spirit.

Now give our new friend here

the once-over.

I don't want any more surprises.

No, no.

No, no.

- Cell phone.

- I don't have one.

That's nice.

Almost time.

On your feet.

I said on your feet!

Bollocks.

You, help him up.

Help him up.

Charlie, come on.

Come on.

Off you go, then.

Give me the bag.

Keep an eye on 'em.

Come on.

For your face.

You, that's far enough.

Let's go.

It's 12:
00.

Open it.

Back up! Get the f*** back!

Back in the f***ing corner!

What the f***'s going on

back there?!

Looks like

a f***ing road accident.

Cloud...

silver lining.

- Glad you came?

- Ask me that

if we get out of here

in one piece.

Off you go, then.

How we hold it down

- Say...

- We be all around

- Say aluminum.

- I don't want to.

Come on,

but it sounds so sexy.

Aluminum.

Now say herb.

Herb.

I love the way you talk.

Really?

What about the way I--

Don't move! Drop it!

Don't try it, a**hole.

Sit down.

Get outta here.

Sorry, love.

You don't pay your girlfriend

to clean up here?

What do you want?

- I need one more favor.

- We had a deal.

You said the last time

we were done.

You're gonna be interested

in this one.

Don't look so f***ing upset,

it's easy.

I just need you to get me

a hard drive with some names on it.

Names?

- What names?

- Yours amongst others.

Mine?

Yours, too, I wager.

It's the big box of secrets

to keep everyone in line

and it belongs

to an associate of ours.

Yuri Mikhalev.

He may look like

a sweet old man,

but he runs organized crime

in Connecticut.

Behind all the rackets,

all the big jobs,

Mikhalev moving chess pieces.

That drive's his

get-out-of-jail-free card.

I wouldn't want it falling

into the wrong hands,

and that's exactly

what's gonna happen

in the next 48 hours

if the FBI raids his safe.

We've got a police informant

inside of Yuri's organization.

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