The Replacement Killers Page #3

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- Daddy's got to go to work.

- Are you cancelling tonight?

Youpromised we'd go to the movies,

We are, I'm gonna take you

to the cartoon festival,

Alan!

Alan!

Alan!

How do you get to the airport alive

with those two killers after you?

They won't be.

They're here to finish my job.

Why hire professional killers

for a little kid?

Zedkov's boy

must die in his arms ...

... to show Mr. Wei his pain.

The same thing happens

to your family.

Zedkov's son for your family.

That's a hell of a choice.

People die.

Children die.

And no way out of it.

I've spent days thinking

about the one good deed -

- that's gonna wipe out

all the sh*t that I've done.

You ever feel like that?

So you didn't want to shoot a kid.

Welcome to the human race.

But standing aside is no different

than pulling the trigger, John.

Now that's some of my best work.

Have a nice trip.

I'll need guns.

What the f***?

- You picked the wrong place.

- Yeah?

Why don't we take it to the jury?

See if they'll stand up for a rat.

- Should I dump on him, Loco?

- No, don't trip.

- I've got it under control.

- That's good. Get up!

Keep my dice warm.

It's all right, these are my people.

I know what you're thinking,

but you two are marked.

I couldn't be seen with you

and not make a call.

- It'd be a real drama.

- We wouldn't want that.

- Break out the munitions.

- That 45 is all I've got.

You sure about that?

I forgot about that one.

You can have that.

- Give us your keys.

- What? Now you're tripping.

- Do you stand by your product?

- You gonna bust me a cap?

- It's a little loud...

- There's nothing in there.

Thanks for the ride.

- How am I supposed to get home?

- Just hot-wire our car.

Zedkov, get your kid down!

Go!

Get your boy out of here.

I'll cover you.

Okay.

- Go!

- Run!

It's my boy.

They're going after my kid.

We're gonna lock down

this goddamn city.

It's not them. Coburn and her pal

saved my ass in there tonight.

What?

They saved my son.

Come here, boy.

- How are you doing? Still scared?

- Yeah.

Come on, we'll sit here in the car.

- Guess what? I love you.

- I love you, too.

Have you got the keys?

Have them take Stevie home

and put him under guard.

- I want to know he's safe.

- What should we tell his mother?

- Tell her whatever you want.

- What are you doing?

John.

Call Zedkov. He knows, now.

You will be safe.

Safe? What about you?

- My family is not protected.

- What are you gonna do?

Kill all of Chinatown

just to get to Wei?

I cannot run from battle ...

... from what I am.

There's a difference

between battle and suicide.

It would be the last death I cause.

Fair enough.

Okay, John. Let's go.

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