The Way of the Gun Page #5

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woman with a baby in her belly...

is going to walk into a hail of

pistol fire for some fresh air?

-For weeks she acted hinky.

-She's out of our sight a minute...

in nine months, and she goes

for the door. She was....

-You picked her to be the host.

-So naturally it 's our fault, right?

-F*** me.

-Well...

I am, to say the least,

perplexed as well as frustrated.

It is Mr. Chidduck's wish that you

two idiots remain in this employ.

He speaks very highly of you.

He feels you will be extremely

motivated in resolving this matter.

Despite my urging him to fire your

ass and have you fed to the fish.

Beyond this, the matter's

been left to my discretion.

The aforementioned

art of adjudication.

Precisely, Mr. Jeffers.

To wit, should another

macabre spectacle...

like the one that presented

itself this afternoon take place...

you will be cut loose...

and then, Mr. Jeffers,

I will have my druthers.

I promise a day of reckoning that

you'll not live enough to forget.

-There's a thing you need to learn.

-What 's that?

The only thing you can assume

about a broken-down old man...

is that he's a survivor.

Jack.

-You really think she was running?

-It doesn't matter.

The way I see it, she crossed over

when she got off the elevator.

If Mr. Chidduck wants us to resolve

this, we will, but from now on...

our only concern is with the child.

The girl is a threat like the two men.

The subscriber is unavailable

or outside the coverage area.

-Shouldn't we be there with him?

-He's fine.

-Aren't you guys a team?

-He'll be fine.

-What if he doesn't come back?

-He always comes back.

-The subscriber is unavailable....

-F*** me!

-Are you sure she's all right?

-I think so.

And the baby?

As far as I can tell, it 's fine.

-And they had no idea?

-None. None until I told them.

And I'm sure you didn't

mention your relationship.

-F*** you, Francesca! What was I...?

-Easy. Easy!

Easy. What good

would that have done?

-You did the right thing.

-Didn't lose his place at the table.

Francesca. Allen.

Allen.

I didn't ask to come back here.

You asked me.

I will not have her, of all people,

telling me what is....

For God's sake! She's not herself.

More today than most, I'd say.

If Mom could see that c*nt....

Are you going to pay?

I'm going to the police.

You're here out of a basic need.

You needed money from me.

I needed discretion from you!

Loyalty! Obedience!

You are here, frankly, because

after what happened in Baltimore...

you were for sale! And you

will do as you are told!

-What about Robin?

-What about her?

-The woman needs to be reassessed.

-What does that mean?

-She ran, Doc.

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