Shoot 'Em Up Page #4

Which birthday card do

you think I should go with here?

Cute and cuddly?

Or the one that says,

'You're becomin' a man now, son'?

So, Mr. Hertz?

How old is your son?

He's 8.

Then it had to be

large and powerful and...

Can you believe it?

There's nothing on the TV...

- about any of this.

... without a trace.

...roadside bomb wounded...

We have it in our...

Hey. Do you notice that?

Notice what?

look.

lame-ass politician rants about

gun control, he cries.

- So tonight...

- Switch to this channel...

with this heavy metal music...

...he shuts up.

That's so weird.

He must find it comforting.

- Sir?

- Yeah?

- Men are in place on the roof.

- That's good.

Anybody know what a

Jimmy Cagney love scene is?

It's where Cagney

lets the good guy live.

And if that happens in this show...

I'm gonna do a lot more

than ask for my money back.

All right? let's kill this mother. Go.

It doesn't surprise me that

Oliver's into death metal.

look at his surrogate parents.

No, I'm telling ya, this means...

Go. Back way.

My God, do we really suck...

or is this guy really that good?

Come on, boys!

He ain't out of the briar patch yet!

Shoot the dog, shoot the dog.

No.

- Why not?

- I like dogs.

Wait a minute.

Oh, that rat bastard.

What is it?

It's the baby's diaper.

This idea blows, Smith.

It's the only idea we got.

You actually think

that Oliver's mother...

lived near a heavy metal club...

...and that he could hear the music

while he was still inside the womb?

Yep. That's why he doesn't cry...

when he's listenin' to some

headbanger's bash.

Ridiculous.

Well, he isn't cryin' now.

So this is the only club near where

I encountered the baby's mother.

I still say this is a wild hunch.

Yeah? So how do you explain

all these boxes of diapers?

Somebody's been stocking up.

let's find out who.

- You the owner of this place?

- Who's askin'?

I am.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- No.

Just as I suspected.

He really is into jewelry.

Who occupies the

room upstairs?

Go to hell.

Don't mess with me.

You ain't got the cojones.

Oh, God.

So who were these guys?

I rented the place to some suit

11 months ago.

He paid the whole year in cash.

I never saw him again.

I just figured they were

usin' the back way.

Beat it.

Oh, madonna.

Che orrore!

This is pretty f***ed up.

Sir, it's your go-to guy.

All the mothers have been killed.

Only one escaped, temporarily.

We found her body and confirmed

that she did deliver a child.

The babies were supposed

to be delivered covertly.

I guess setting up this

maternity factory...

on top of a heavy metal club

wasn't particularly secret.

What a fine lot of

babysitters we turned out to be.

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