Pound of Flesh Page #5

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I didn't realize what I was getting into.

I didn't think that...

I've done things for money.

Things I am not proud of.

But something like this? It sickened me.

- Anna?

- Zoltan doesn't know, please.

And who the f*** are you?

- I'm just a friend.

- Friend? I know all her friends.

But I don't know you.

So you're no friend.

I'm not a pimp either.

Anna!

Stood me up baby.

I had to GPS your cell to find you.

Don't. Same for you Zoltan, stand down.

Anna?

What the f*** is going on here?

Who are you?

Definitely not a friend.

You screwed up Anna. We were supposed to

meet me and then disappear for a few weeks.

Now Deacon here has found you,

that's a problem.

Mr. Deacon Lyle,

my client wishes to make you an offer.

How much for you to walk away?

When what's mine is returned to me.

You amuse me. Now let me

paint this picture for you.

This...

lady is a professional escort.

One who you were seen with last night

at a less-than-reputable club.

Anna? Behind my back?

This gentleman is her pimp.

Also an officer of the peace.

Obviously unhappy.

Recognize this pistol?

Your weapon, Deacon.

I got it from your suitcase,

it has your fingerprints on it.

This is what happened

when you turned up here tonight

and found them both here together.

Her pimp, an undercover police officer

shot dead with your gun.

Now walk away and I'll give you 24 hours

before I turn over all this evidence

- to the local precinct.

- I don't think so.

Your choice. Walk away and live, stay

and you die, she dies, everybody dies.

Listen my client wishes

for less mess and bloodshed

but it really makes no difference to me,

so what's it going to be?

Here's your choice... You're going

to tell me where my kidney is.

I'll make it quick for you.

If you don't,

I will cut you in small pieces

until you talk.

Deacon, I have no orders

to eliminate you, man,

- but if you keep pushing...

- Stop.

Done my homework, George.

You're a devout Catholic.

You're not going to kill anyone.

Where is the kidney? Tell me.

Put the gun down, George and walk away.

Now. Or I'll make your little girl

an orphan without thinking twice.

- Tell me where it is.

- It's too late, George.

The kidney already has a new home.

It's in, it's over, walk away.

He's lying, George.

They need me in case of a f*** up.

They'll take the other one.

My other kidney.

Look, in less than an hour,

I won't have any...

Flash bomb! Get down!

In my professional opinion,

we are screwed here.

Dead gangsters. Dead police.

You have no damn idea

of the nightmare we're headed for.

We are marked men, Deacon.

We have to leave the city now.

We let it go now, Isabella dies.

I'm not going to let her die.

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