Angel Of Death Page #2

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before I grabbed him.

- Look, I'm not an idiot.

- I'm not saying you are.

- I'm just double- checking your work.

- I did it.

Remember, I am in charge here.

Mr. Prescott gave me specific orders

about you today.

Hey, I'm just here to help.

- That's right.

- I wouldn't wanna upset Mr. Prescott.

- So long as you're really up for this.

- Goddamn.

You're not even suppose to be here.

This is my job.

- Oh, f***.

- Hey. What's wrong?

F***ing nothing.

Wait. What the f***, Eve?

- There's nothing wrong.

- No, no.

- I'm fine.

- No, you don't seem fine.

Prescott told me to call

if there was any problems with you.

It's my ass on the line, not yours.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait.

Please stop.

F***. F***.

- All right. Hey, Eve.

- Goddamn it.

Give me that. Hey, give it, give it.

- Give it back, Eve.

- Get away from me.

Oh, Eve. Goddamn it.

I'm not gonna say anything.

Yeah, I wouldn't either.

You know what I mean. To them.

Look, Franklin.

It's just the f***ing meds, all right?

Don't worry about it.

Whatever you say.

It's just the f***ing meds.

What did you do to me?

What did I do?

You said I was fine. You said

there was no f***ing damage.

You f***ing lied to me.

No, no, I would never lie to you.

Please, just settle down.

Please.

So, what is it you need, Eve?

I wanna help you.

Then tell me what happened.

You said I would be fine,

but there's something wrong, all right?

Something in here.

Okay.

What exactly are you experiencing?

Nightmares, all right?

Nightmares.

People, okay?

Targets that I've taken out.

I keep seeing them.

Well, you have an extreme job, Eve.

It's only natural that you- -

No, all right? This isn't natural.

Not for me.

What the hell have you got me on?

No, it can't be the drugs.

That's not right.

I need to run some tests.

Let me schedule a CAT scan.

We can- -

No. F*** your tests.

I hope this isn't a social call,

Mr. Prescott.

Haven't made out under the bridge

since high school.

No, Agent Taylor.

This is business.

There's about to be a shake- up

in the L.A. branch.

Does the FBl know

anything about that?

That's what we're hearing

from our sources back East.

Cameron Downes is planning

to take over from his father.

Word is he's got some competition.

Who?

No one's talking.

Interesting.

So tit for tat, what do you know

about the murder...

of Mr. Davis Anderton

the other night?

Not a thing.

Now, Anderton was giving up intel

on one of your boys, Arthur Max.

- That's not the deal, Danni.

- F*** you.

Anderton's little girl was killed too.

What do you want from me?

I'm trying to stay alive here.

What?

What do you want?

F*** off.

What do you what from me?

It'll be taken care of.

You're up tomorrow.

Hey, Eve, it's me.

I'm just calling to check in.

I wanna be sure you're okay.

And don't not call me back

because I just said that.

Thank f***ing God.

Eve.

F***, Graham.

I f***ing had to.

You gonna tell me why she hit you?

I would if I knew.

Shouldn't have put her back to work.

She wasn't ready for anything.

Seemed like she was having

a bad acid flashback.

Did she have a seizure?

What, like a fit? No.

- Is she supposed to?

- Yeah, she could.

That's another reason

you have to find her fast...

before this gets worse.

Jesus. What kind of pills

did the doc put her on?

- I don't know. Antibiotics, painkillers.

- That's it?

Oh, this is totally f***ed.

Mr. Max can't find out about this.

- Arthur Max is the least of our worries.

- Sh*t.

I'm more concerned

about who she's gonna hit next.

So, what's the problem with this

whole takeover that I'm not seeing?

I'm hearing that Lyman's coming down

to handle the deal.

- Lyman's respected a man.

- He's a fat motherf***er.

It is a f***ing insult.

The partner should be coming down,

and you know that.

They wanna see

how you'll handle yourself.

Play their game

before they'll accept you.

I'm the one who's gonna be

running this family, Arthur.

August Downes was my father.

Believe me, I have f***ing earned it.

You're the favorite son here, Cameron.

No question.

But this is not a done deal.

You've gotta be smart.

You gotta keep your eyes open.

I mean, we don't need your pretty

sister trying to reach around on us.

Do not talk about Regina like that,

Arthur.

I don't trust her either,

but that is for me to say, not you.

You're right, Cam. I'm sorry.

I need this deal closed, Arthur.

How do we handle this?

You gotta look like you'll play ball.

Set up the Lyman meeting

at my place.

I'll help smooth things out.

We'll find out

what New York's thinking.

How are you doing, Mr. Max?

How you doing?

- Hey, boss.

- Hey, boys.

- Doughnuts, boss?

- Not for you. They're for company.

Lyman's coming in from New York.

Lyman?

Hey, clean this place up, will you?

I'm not your mother.

Looks fine to me.

Where do you think you are?

Mr. Max has been trying to quit.

Motherf***er.

I'm doing it.

I'm doing what you want, okay?

I'm doing it.

Hey, boss.

Okay if I smoke just outside?

- No, it drifts back in.

- Told you.

F***ing idiot.

F*** you.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Jesus, girl.

I never thought it'd be you

they'd send.

Who was it? Tell me that much.

Shut up.

Where's this coming from?

Chicago? New York?

Shut up.

Is this what you want?

Is this gonna do it for you?

Lady, who the f***

are you talking to?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Wait.

Stop. Stop.

Eve?

Eve.

Where the hell are you now?

Better call me back right now,

Prescott.

Right now.

Yeah, that's right.

Got you tied up with your own sh*t.

How do you like that, huh?

You know how bad

you stepped in this?

I work for August Downes.

Couldn't give a f***.

I'm really gonna enjoy this,

you know?

That's the spirit.

You know,

the problem with being me, Eve...

is I got too many options here.

I could sell your ass over in Dubai.

Fetch top dollar too.

Or I got these guys in the valley.

They will crucify you for me.

Nail you to the f***ing dungeon wall.

And that's just for starters.

Or I could just do you myself.

Right here, one bullet.

Now, personally, I'm leaning

toward the boys in the valley.

Because you got me smoking...

and now my wife

is gonna f***ing kill me.

But you tell me who sent you...

.I might could go for what's behind

Door Number 3 instead.

Marie.

Her name is Marie.

Who the f*** is Marie?

Motherf***er.

Sending your b*tch hitter after me

in my place?

Arthur. What?

- Eve is there?

- Oh, yeah.

Your girl came in all ninja and sh*t.

You should've hired out- of- town

for the job. It's not like you.

Listen to me. I didn't send anyone

after you. Eve isn't well.

You got that right.

You're not gonna be too well soon.

Cameron and me,

we're gonna f***ing see you.

As soon as I get done playing with- -

Arthur?

Arthur.

Arthur.

Hey, what's up, boss?

What?

Oh, come on. Come on.

Stay in the car, Mr. Lyman.

F***.

Seriously?

Kenji?

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

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