Traffickers Page #2

I'll call when it's over.

Okay.

- Let's go.

- Yes sir.

Bastard.

Got a way to get money?

No matter what, you're a loser

Shithead!

Inspector Jang?

It's me. Busy?

Jesus! Sh*t.

I wasn't talking to you.

A customer came

Call you later.

Help you?

- You're home early.

- Yeah.

On working?

Only a few days left, right?

We don't have to go.

Really?

Then, what's this book for?

- Stop. Give it back.

- Let me take a look.

You marked it off?

Stop.

Let's see. $50K for surgery and

$30K for hospital stay.

Comes to $80K.

That much?

It's a steal.

If we get caught, we're dead!

This is no charity work!

Loan denied

Lived in a place like this?

This is called an island kitchen.

It's extra counter space.

It's called an island

cuz it's in the middle alone.

You know?

This is great for talking

with loved ones while cooking.

Not again.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Talk to me.

Please,

just leave me alone.

I don't have time to joke with you

so stop coming to my work place.

Is that so?

Fine, then.

Think I'm a retard?

Do I look

like a retard to you?

I ain't a retard.

It's cuz of you...

only in front of you...

I'm like a retard.

Then...

Why'd you always smile at me

and confuse me?

Mister...

Stop. Forget it!

Ain't no way

she's messing with me.

I'm an idiot!

What?

Sh*t! We're f***ed.

How the hell!

Don't know!

I can't tell if they're cops

or customs in plain clothes!

What?

Anyway. They only cut up ours

so it's gotta be a set up.

Okay, I got it.

When it's all good and done

let's go to Macao for fun. Take care.

Mister, I'll take this.

Looks fresh.

What the f***ing ass hole?

What the hell?

Let's just talk, bro!

You set me up!

Why would I?

We're a team!

Why'd the cops move

when even customs didn't!

How the hell would I know!

Think hard, son of a b*tch!

Know what that money is!

You f***ing bastard!

Stop!

You got me wrong!

Wrong?

Why you little sh*t!

Wait, bro! Wait!

Wait.

Fine. Damn it.

So what if I did!

Then, why'd ya turn down my offer?

You and I gotta work

together to survive!

Then, you can clear your debt to me!

And get the ticket booth b*tch.

Son of a b*tch!

You are a f***in' bastard to the bone.

You know.

By the way!

The b*tch needs money!

I said, that b*tch needs money!

You hear?

You son of a b*tch!

Running in this cold? That's awesome.

You're gonna live long, sir.

Others are busy drinking or sleeping.

Why's it so damn cold?

Say what you must, then scram.

Come on

we're tighter than that, sir.

What?

You know.

Out on call

Can't be young blood this time.

Got no strength.

What the hell?

Hey, that's why they call ya stupid.

Know how rich men live long?

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