The Hunters Page #2

- Bullshit.

I mean look at you...

Huh? Come on,

don't bullshit me.

You look like you just got out

of the hospital. You're underweight.

- Can you run? Can you use a weapon?

- Why do you ask?

I ask because I have the right to ask,

and you answer.

You could've retired, you know.

You got the Golden Star.

You were decommissioned.

You stepped on a mine

in Afghanistan.

12 months of convalescence.

You're still disabled.

I mean it's all right here.

You can read it right here.

But frankly, and don't

be offended by this,

I can tell by looking at you.

I mean I'm going

to have to go out of my way

to find a place for you here.

Okay. Okay.

Maybe I didn't come out

of a police academy.

That's right.

Let me tell you something.

I've got balls. I know what it's like

to be out there.

And with all due respect, I could

teach some of your guys one thing or two.

This is not the military.

This is not a battlefield.

We don't need heroes.

You know what

we're dealing with?

We're dealing with wild animals

who have social security cards.

That's a lot different

than what you're doing.

Here. Here's one of them now.

This is your assignment.

His name is Francois,

French immigrant.

Works for the local mob.

He was involved

in a couple of murders

and he arranges orgies

for the big cheese.

A couple of weeks ago,

some young kid got killed

at one of these orgies.

Now the district attorney wants

the big cheese to go down.

So the only way we're gonna get

this case heard in court

- is if Francois testifies.

- And where do I come in?

You get Francois,

you protect him,

you keep him safe until

he gets transferred to court.

He'll contact you.

We'll arrange the rendezvous.

- Zero message.

- Keep your wits about you, though,

because there are a lot of people

in a lot of places

who want this Francois dead.

This is risky.

Be smart.

Move!

What the hell are you doing?

Come on, a**hole!

Move!

I can't believe it!

Come on!

Hey, Markey, would you keep an eye

on your f***ing apples?

Right. So don't load

too much onto ABB

or else you release

Manu's team.

They're in "White Squares"

this morning.

Or you take some from DLB.

They must be

overstaffed, right?

And by the way,

tell Lawrence...

Jesus Christ. Tell Lawrence

to keep the lunch break short.

No no no, don't let everybody go together.

Got that? Am I clear?

You know, what I just don't

get at all is the process.

I mean they can keep

assessing us.

I don't want to let my kid go out

with all these disappearances.

You're not worried

about your kids, Ronny?

- What?

- Your kids, with all these disappearances?

You know, there's a lot

of bullshit on the TV news.

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