The Courier

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Where is the money Courier?

Six minutes left!

Back up a little bit.

Back up a little bit more.

Back up!

Please don't do this.

I am the Courier.

- Throw the bag.

You're okay?

No.

- Hang on.

Don't move, I'm almost there.

- Perfect.

Ransom paid for banker's daughter

What do you got?

- The money was delivered on time, job done.

On the other job,

the Russian has disappeared.

What about the case?

- Lost.

Coffee?

F*** you, find your own house.

Look at his feet.

The way they move...

See that, Lucy?

- Yes.

That's a thing of beauty...

he's dancing.

God, you're getting big.

You smell like art class.

- Thank you, Lucy.

I bet one hundred dollars,

that the Irishman is taking him to the next combination.

You are about to see grandpa to lose a hundred dollars.

He's clumsy.

He's letting his guard down.

There he goes.

Told you.

I taught you too well.

That's the problem.

Lucy, let's go honey, or you

are late at school. Thank's, Dad.

See you tomorrow.

- Day baby.

Ready?

- Well, nice to see you again. - Nice to see you too.

Let's take care of that cut, Lucy is right.

That smell of glue is beginning to drive me crazy.

One night he pulls his stakes 'bout

and he's getting killed...

And then I asked him:

How do you do that? How do you keep going on out there?

He said to me:

the secret of pain, Eddie, is ...

that you can only ever feel it in one place at a time.

And all you need to know is,

where to feel it.

So ...

it gets to you after a while. Doesn't it?

- What?

Being alone.

You know, it wouldn't hurt you ... uh...

to get out into the world and see that

there is more to life...

I can help you there, you know.

I would amaze you...

I have a way with the la...

Hey, hey, you cannot come in here.

They say you're the best

that you can find anyone.

You ask no questions.

You don't choose sides.

You don't care, what you're delivering.

Because of this, I have been kindly asked ...

to offer you this job.

A hundred thousand dollars to deliver this case.

And if I say no?

You have two and a half days

to deliver the case...

Hey... F*** you!

If you deliver it,

you will get the money and will never see us again.

But... if you decide to decline my offer ...

- God.

Or, you don't make the time ...

then, as you see,

you're not the only people we can find.

Whom I'm delivering this to?

- A man named Evil Sivle.

Where is he?

- If I knew that, I wouldn't be here.

This is ten thousand dollars.

I hope this covers your expenses.

You get the rest when the case is delivered.

Your 60 hours start now.

Time is ticking.

No sign of the Russian or the case.

Who ever has it, is dead.

On the other front, Steele took care

of the Charles problem...

and he is on to St. Louis.

- Keep me posted.

Now you tell her we moved her there

because it's closer to the toy stores ...

and I'm gonna take her there.

You be strong. Bye.

If there is no destination,

why does something have to get there?

You know, what it is?

- They just wanna find this guy. - Then I'll find him.

And in doin' so, I'll also find the other two a**holes.

Stitch, I'm gonna take care of this.

All right, what do you know about this Evil Sivle?

- Nothing good.

Used to run with with Maxwell,

some kind of hitman or something. Real brutal.

Nobody ever saw him,

but everyone knows his name.

And some time way before Katrina

they all just disappeared.

What means, they disappeared? What happened?

- No one knows.

That'ss New Orleans, right?!

No one asks any questions.

Who is this guy?

That was Maxwell's accountant.

You gonna find someone from that crew,

you start with him.

One day the Feds are gonna trace you

hacking into their database, you know.

They didn't caught me yet

and they are not goin' to.

Hi!... Hi!... Anna!... Uncle Eddie!

I don't believe it, look at you!

The last time I saw you, no bigger

than a second rope covered in grease ...

and raisin' ... in daddy's shop.

How is he doin'?

Well, come come on in.

What brings you to New Orleans?

What do you need today, courier?

You don't look at all that good stuff

rolled up on the trucks that run out of here.

I needed something light

and untraceable.

Qu'est-ce-que c'est a? Courier, you're stepping up in the world?

I never knew you'd be caring.

That's ok, that what you need?

Walther 380 ACP.

She jams. can't trust her.

- Name a lady that you can.

Colt 38, it's not nose.

- She ain't throw no darts.

That's the Ford of the handguns.

I need a Cadillac.

We got a Magnum 44, 3-inch.

That's the V8 prime '67 Cadillac of handguns.

May I ask you guys something?

What do you know about a guy

named Evil Sivle?

You don't wanna bother that.

- Is that right?

We've seen it about a decade ago.

Death came down and laid his

finger on New Orleans.

And that finger belonged to Evil Sivle.

- So that's you are looking for.

You don't need more these guns, Courier.

Why's that?

- 'cause the man is dead.

Except he came back from the dead.

You see. that cricri or voodoo brought him back to life.

'cause that left hand

can't die.

So you want a part in chasing that ghost,

no part at all.

Tell you what...

I take the Caddy and the HK.

Got best pistol ever built,

a Magnum 350.

Need somethin' else, Courier?

In fact I do, need to get to St. Louis fast.

We can help you with that.

- I thought you could.

One hour.

- Let me give you the keys of the gate.

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