Assassination Games Page #4

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I need to know

where they took Flint.

You're breaking your own code.

Risking your life

because of feelings.

If I don't feel, am I really alive?

And all this time,

I thought I understood you.

You and I understand

each other perfectly.

We speak the same language.

I need to know where Flint is.

We're losing time.

I don't want payment.

I do this in hopes

of repairing our partnership.

Which I'm certain will have

a long and profitable future.

If memory serves me correctly,

Mr. Polo suggested...

...his cousin's old factory as a suitable

place to question Mr. Flint.

Where's the money?

Roland.

Roland. Roland, help!

Okay.

Where's the money?

I won't ask again.

It's where?

Spent it.

Finish it.

Gabor.

Gabor.

-Sh*t.

-Okay, hold it together.

Just hold it together.

-You go check that way.

-I'm not going out there.

-What?

-I'm not going out there.

What? Jesus Chri--

Okay, do something

useful then, yeah?

Take care of--

Come out now,

or I'll shoot him right here.

Show yourself or I swear to God

I'll blow his f***ing head off.

Should have let me be.

You set me up.

It was a mistake. I came back.

Yeah, you did.

-Yes.

-Sorry to interrupt, sir. Still no word.

-Keep trying.

-It's Flint, isn't it?

They went to finish him

and now they're missing.

It's no concern of yours.

Oh, no, I think Mr. Flint

is a shared concern of ours.

We have both caused him

a great deal of grief.

And left to his own devices...

...he will stop at nothing

to return the favor...

...to both of us.

What can you do

that we're not already doing?

You're pretty good with the AK.

Thought you were more

of a knife man.

-Use the best tool for the job.

-You got that right.

It was one of yours, actually.

-Hello?

-Mrs. Pavlescu, it's me, it's Roland.

I need you to get Anna

out of the house now.

What? Hello?

Hello?

Line was cut.

Hello?

-Turn around.

-Okay.

-Hello?

-Goodbye.

They drew the curtains.

Cutting off lines of sight.

At least two at the front.

All right, we're gonna have

to draw them out.

Grenades.

My wife's in there.

I guess I'm not too good

with hostage situation.

Welcome home, Mr. Flint.

Check your webcam.

So beautiful.

Don't you f***ing touch her.

What? Connection not too good.

I'm gonna make this real simple.

If you and your friend...

...don't surrender to us

unarmed in 1 5 minutes...

...first, I will let each of my men

take turns with her.

Then I'll let you watch

while I skin her alive.

And if that doesn't wake her up,

nothing will.

Fifteen minutes.

What do you want to do?

The thing about fairy tale endings...

...is that they're bullshit.

You got me. Just leave her alone.

I tell you what.

I do her last.

That way you don't have

to watch this time.

I have money.

No money

can bring my brother back.

But you will pay in a different way.

And slowly.

I have 1 2 million.

Bullshit.

Show him.

That's about 1.2 million.

I got 1 0 times more hidden inside.

Bullshit.

You let me leave

and I'll show it to you.

-What the hell are you doing?

-What?

What the hell is this?

That's life.

That's life? That's f***ing life?

That's my wife over there.

You're telling me that's f***ing life?

Wait.

He's yours.

Get up.

Now beg.

F*** you.

-Beg.

-No.

Beg her.

Please forgive me.

You can do better than that.

Louder.

Forgive me!

-Again.

-Please forgive me!

That's good.

There's just one problem.

She can't hear you.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

It's over.

Not yet.

There's no guarantee of success.

It's a new procedure.

And it is quite expensive.

Oh, don't worry about that.

I've got the money.

Okay, then,

we should start right away.

I just want out.

Out of the city. Out of the life.

With someone I can trust.

Trust to do what?

Light a candle for me

when I'm gone.

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