Acts of Vengeance Page #2

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what is a nice guy like me

doing in a place like this?

Something like that,

yeah.

I promised I'd meet them

at my daughter's talent show

the night they were killed.

I should've been there

for them.

The last message

i ever got from my wife was

a text of a video she took

of a performance I missed.

Yeah.

Gave them my word,

then I broke it.

It's killing me.

Frank, you can't blame yourself

for what happened.

Oh, believe me, I can.

What about you?

You're not in

a police uniform,

which means you're not here

to bust the fights up.

You follow me here?

This job, frank...

It's a f***ing

war zone out there.

The way people feel

about cops,

sometimes I just gotta

blow off a little steam,

you know?

Of course, if the department

knew that I sometimes

mixed it up

in the underground

fight circuit, well,

wouldn't be too good

for my career

in law enforcement.

You know, I, uh,

was sorry to hear that, um,

they're going to

re-prioritize your case.

What the hell

are you talking about?

Your case has been

re-prioritized

from active to cold.

I thought you knew.

Wh-why?

Frank, it's been

a long time.

We've got no fresh leads.

I mean, it's hard.

The case is dead?

No, it's not dead,

it's just... cold.

Those are f***ing semantics,

and you know it.

This is a way of

twisting words around.

Believe me,

i know about it.

I've made a lot of money

doing that.

Look, I'll stay on top

of lustiger.

You know, try and keep it

in his mind.

Talk is cheap, huh?

Hey, mister.

You looking for...

Company tonight?

I can make you feel good

if you want.

You could do anything.

Hold on, hold on,

hold on, hold on.

What are you doing

out here?

You're too young

to be here.

How old are you?

Answer me.

How old are you?

Thirteen.

Thirteen...

Sh*t.

Get your ass

over here.

I'm sorry, buddy.

She thought you were

somebody else.

Let's go.

Please, sir. This girl

is someone's daughter.

Frank:

If could have been

listening more closely,

if I would have been

listening at all,

I probably

would have heard it.

Frank:

Finding the book

was a sign.

I had been punishing myself

for their deaths,

but I wasn't the one

who killed them.

I had been punishing

the wrong person.

Meditations was written

nearly 2,000 years ago

and became the basis

for stoicism,

which believed

that the best indication

of an individual's

philosophy

was not what he said

but rather what he did.

Stoics would take

a vow of silence

in order to focus on

a specific task.

It is why I took my own vow

not to be broken

until I avenged my wife

and daughter's murders.

Within days

after I stopped talking,

my sense of hearing

had drastically improved.

You see?

Good things do happen

when you shut the f*** up

for a minute or two.

Hey! Hey.

Nice ride, my man.

But unfortunately

you're in our territory,

so how about you just give me

your wallet and car keys,

and we'll call it even.

Could these be the men

who killed them?

A carjacking

gone terribly wrong.

Come on!

F***ing dumb

piece of sh*t!

Please...

I wanted to search his face

for the slightest hint

of recognition.

He had no idea

who they were.

Are you okay?

My name is Alma.

I'm an E.R. nurse

over at mercy.

I volunteer at the local

homeless shelter.

A-and you are?

Are you okay?

Do you understand me?

Comprende?

C-can you hear me?

Do you remember anything

about yesterday?

About how you got here?

I was coming home

from the hospital,

and I found you

lying in the road.

So I helped you

over here.

You were really

out of it,

and that's when I discovered

you'd been shot.

Let me check it out. Okay?

You're lucky.

The bullet

only grazed you,

so the wound was

pretty easy to dress.

Hey.

Frank:

Why would Susan roll down

her window in the rain?

Why?

Hi.

You left this

at my house.

Your address is on

your driver's license.

Plus, I have to

re-check your wound.

You were very lucky.

You don't have me fooled,

you know.

I know you can talk.

Last night,

after I bandaged you up,

you talked in your sleep.

And if you can talk

in your sleep,

you can talk

when you are awake.

You kept saying

two names

over and over:

Sue and Olivia.

Your wife and daughter?

I am so sorry.

Was their killer

ever caught?

I know that area

very well.

I drive through it

on my way to work.

Let me know

if you need any help.

Frank:

A transportation security dog.

Trained to sniff out

the smallest of scents

in the most densely

populated areas

with military precision.

I wonder if my new friend

could fill in some blanks.

The homeless encampment

I had found--

if anyone was there

that night,

they would have been

the perfect witness.

Maybe even

the perfect killer.

Alma:

No fever.

You are going to be

okay, honey.

The doctor will come soon.

Woman:

Thank you very much.

You have something for me?

I told you it was done.

Nobody is done.

Not until I say so.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Alma:

Yeah, I know this spot.

It's Mr. shivers' place.

Sometimes on my way home

from the night shift,

I see him around here,

always smoking.

But I've never

interacted with him.

Actually,

i never saw his face.

So I wouldn't be able

to I.D. Him for you.

I'm sorry.

But I heard

he works sometimes

at the local diner

as a fry cook.

We don't know

his real name.

People at the shelter

call him Mr. shivers

because he gives them

the creeps.

They say he has this

really violent attitude.

Thanks, frank.

You and I need to talk.

Where are my drugs?

I don't want to

do this anymore.

Listen.

You will do

as I tell you,

understood?

Yes.

Shut up!

Those guys...

They came into the E.R.

About a year ago...

Forcing me

to pay protection.

Have me steal drugs

for them.

From the hospital,

you know.

Oxy, codeine, fentanyl.

But the other day

i told them I was done.

They're gonna kill me

for this, frank.

What am I going to do?

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Nobody ever accused me

of being able to cook.

But I figured

that one breakfast

was the least I could do

to thank you.

You know, I've been

thinking about

the guy you are

looking for,

Mr. shivers.

Like I said,

I've never worked with him

directly at

the shelter, but...

But he had this cough,

a hacking cough

you'd recognize anywhere.

Frank:

Do I still look crazy to you?

Unhinged?

Like a maniac?

All of the above?

Yeah.

You're probably right.

But at least now,

you understand why.

He recognized them.

But...

There was no death

in this man's eyes.

He wasn't the killer.

I saw what happened

that night.

It was a cop.

I was there.

I saw the whole thing.

Olivia:

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Mr. shivers:
He killed them

in the warehouse.

What could I do? Huh?

I've got enough trouble

already.

I don't need no more

trouble with cops.

The purse...

Got left behind.

I took the money from it,

and I got rid of it.

I needed the money, man.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry.

Open that door!

Come on!

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