The Hit List Page #4

He did. He stole my idea. He put

his little spin on it, whatever.

But he stole my idea, Jonas.

And this is the kind of douchebag, let me tell you.

I hate people like this.

They drive around in their little

cars, and they have these...

You know, the personalized license plates.

His says "Feltz" on it.

I mean, he should die just for that reason.

Okay, so Brian Felzner. That's number four.

Like I said, Allan, I can read you like an open book.

Number three.

You're gonna like this one.

Dom Escatdo.

Is that a cartoon character?

That's the one who, you know,

gave me the bump here.

The investment. Yeah.

Then his number's definitely up.

Number two.

It's a tough one. Mike Dodd.

Again, not without just cause.

And number one...

My sweet little wife.

Well, then that b*tch definitely got to go.

Okay, okay. There you go.

There you go.

Now you can psychoanalyze me all you want.

It's a good list, Allan. No Dr. Phils.

I'm gonna take a leak. This is...

This is therapeutic. This feels good.

It's too bad you're not the real thing, Jonas.

What the hell!

As far as I see it, I'm the closest thing

to a best friend you've ever had.

I just wanted you to know we slept together, Allan.

We slept together, Allan.

You allowed your wife to f*** another guy.

Hey, Allan.

You care? You really don't care, do you?

Felzner is the future.

Congratulations. Thank you, sir.

It's as simple as that.

Your problem, Allan, is that you're weak.

Hey.

Yeah, trying to get ahead.

Is that the new power color?

Trying to get ahead.

Strong choice, man.

Trying to get ahead, you fell behind.

You are a human punching bag.

Look at your f***ing face. Look at your f***ing face.

You think I actually believe that's an accident.

I work for you now.

You want five people dead,

and you're gonna write their names on that napkin.

F***ing your wife. F***ing your

wife. F***ing your wife.

Oh, God. Hello?

Where are you?

Why haven't you called me back?

Maybe 'cause I knew it was you, Syd.

I've been calling you all night, Allan.

I thought maybe with the way your face looked...

Why do you care? Why do you care where I've been?

I care, and you know that.

I just needed...

Sh*t.

McKay!

Come on, boss. I just got here.

We just got another shooting.

Where? Out by Frankfurt.

Weird thing is it looks like it ties into O'Bannon.

Oh, yeah? How so?

Ballistics matched the slugs we took out of O'Bannon

and his bodyguards.

They've ID'd them as something

called a 5.7 millimeter.

Really?

You know something?

The 5.7's only been on the market a few years.

It's nasty sh*t.

Super accurate, screaming hot velocity,

kind of stuff you find on the battlefield,

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