Pound of Flesh Page #3

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Can you find them?

- Sure.

- Okay. What about weapons?

What?

Clubs such as Gratis

will have police protection.

Deacon, you just can't run in there

like a bull in a China shop,

kicking ass, and shooting off guns.

You have one kidney.

The trail is getting cold.

We're going to lose them.

But you could still live with just

one kidney. It is not worth the risk.

You didn't tell him.

Tell me? Tell me what?

Here. Come with me.

That's my daughter, Isabella.

She's nine.

She has focal segmental

Glomerulosclerosis.

It's... well, it's a kidney disease.

And it's progressed

to chronic renal failure.

Deacon's kidney was supposed to go

to Isabella two days from now

and without a transplant

she has less than three months.

I mean, if we don't get his kidney back

before they put it in somebody else,

my daughter's going to die.

That certainly puts things

in a new perspective.

I will make my calls.

First we'll see my guy

about tracking down her number,

and then the guns, the hardware, okay?

Okay. What about more men?

I've made several calls, but I do not get

immediate responses like I used to.

How about the company you work for?

I was supposed to be in Europe,

but I walked away from a job,

so I'm sure they're pissed,

so I'm alone.

Okay, pull over. There.

Okay.

Right there. Right there. Right there.

- He just jumped out.

- Yeah.

Counter surveillance.

He'll be alright. He's a pro.

How did you end up in this part

of the world?

- Is your wife from here?

- No, no. Dutch.

She studied here as an exchange student

and fell in love with the city

and just didn't want to leave.

How is she dealing

with this predicament?

My wife, Mary, she died four years ago.

She was only 37 years old.

Breast cancer.

Here we are.

I'll go see my guy about her number.

Stay here.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Kung's not answering his phone.

No. He's going inside to get

the girl's number.

Damn it. Okay.

Take the wheel and start the engine.

- Just... wait, wait, wait, where are you?

- Just do what I say.

Okay, just hang on.

- Okay.

- Look diagonally, across the square

there's a dark blue sedan between

a truck and a small car. You see it?

Okay, just... I...

- Okay, yeah, yeah. I do.

- Drive over there, not too fast.

Pretend you're looking

for a parking spot.

Then stop exactly parallel

to him, understand?

Okay, okay. Just hang on.

Hey, guys. You don't look like tourists.

Don't lose them! Go!

- Faster!

- Okay, okay!

- You're losing him!

- Just let me do this!

Come on! What are you waiting for?

Okay, jeez.

- Pull up beside him.

- But they're working on the road.

They'll move. Come on.

Don't slow down!

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