Bangkok Revenge Page #3

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an opera singer.

She must have

more strings to her bow.

Call the downtown

police station.

Ask to speak to Anada.

You can give him my name.

Tell him what happened here

and ask him

to check out this singer.

She hurt my ass.

- Now what?

- Your place is under surveillance...

so I carry on

and stay here.

No way! I'm coming with you.

You need my help.

It's out of the question

that I hang around

and do nothing without...

What did you say?

Okay, it's cool.

You can come with me.

That's it?

Normally a gentleman

would have found

a thousand reasons that I

don't put my life at risk.

You just say yes,

and that's it?

Why don't we take a rest?

I feel a bit tired.

I thought we were going to

finish the investigation.

I feel tired, so I'm

going to have a rest.

I'm not tired.

Well, you were asleep for the whole

fight, so you've had your rest.

I was not asleep.

I was faking it.

And why did you say that

I was used for nothing?

Guess I was faking it,

or something like that.

- You coming?

- Yeah, I'm coming.

What are you doing?

I'm comforting you.

I think you had a nightmare.

You know I have to feel sad in

order to be comforted, right?

I know you're never sad.

It must be terrible

never to feel anything.

I don't know, maybe

it's better that way.

In France, I know a famous

neurologist, he's really good.

I'm sure he could

do something for you.

Since your accident, there

has been enormous progress.

- That way you could be...

- Normal?

- That's not what I meant. - Don't worry

about it. I never feel sad, remember?

And tenderness?

Did you ever take a woman

in your arms and...

I can do that.

Sleep well?

Enough.

Well, I've been thinking...

maybe it would be better

if you continued

on your own way.

Okay. Will you

show me to this place?

You know what? Take a

f***ing taxi, smart ass!

- Okay.

- Okay?

And Clara...

about last night...

thanks for that.

It was cool.

Yeah, Inspector Anada?

Yes, this is Clara.

Manit has been kidnaped.

I'm waiting for you.

Five minutes. Okay.

This is where you'll die.

But first,

a couple of questions.

Answer them, and we

won't make you suffer.

Can I die somewhere else?

What?

It's ugly here.

Somewhere nicer.

What is he saying?

No! This is

a good place!

Oh, my God. I think

I've fallen into the hands

of the most tasteless

killers in Bangkok.

Shut the f*** up, man!

Now you're gonna tell us what the

f*** are you doing over here, man!

Just this.

Aah!

Aw, sh*t, man!

Are you guys

cops or something?

No! F*** off, man.

Uh... wrong answer.

- Are you a cop?

- Yeah. Come on.

From the 8th?

Eighth district?

No man! Sh*t!

You're gonna take me to your boss,

or you'll never walk again.

How, man?

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Sh*t! You broke my arm!

Sh*t, man!

It's all right,

it's an automatic.

You don't

need both hands.

You are not gonna

win this, you know.

This is too big for you.

You're gonna end up

blown away. Sh*t!

Shut up and drive.

We have to be quick.

We must find him.

I already put the car

details on the wire,

but if you really want me to help

you, you need to tell me more.

I've only known him

for three days.

You are a journalist.

You sense things? No?

Al I have is a file that his

mother left him before she died.

It contains documents

that could incriminate

corrupt cops concerning

the murder of his parents.

Now that is interesting.

Where is it?

At my place. But there

must be police officers!

Look, you trust me,

so let's go get it.

Okay.

These guys are screwing up

the whole goddam system.

They must be found

and eliminated.

I want to talk to Jessy.

Nobody talks to the boss.

I do not speak

to the flunky.

Aaahhh!

Anything else?

I work alone.

Alone?

Who the hell do you think

has been selling your sh*t

for the last

two last years?

And that goes

for all of you!

Thanks to Jessy,

you are comfortably rich.

Without her network,

what do you think

you'd be able to export?

Ten kilos?

With her, you've got

five tons a year out there!

What's the plan?

Tell your men.

Find them and kill them.

Jessy wants their heads

on her desk in 48 hours.

If you want your money,

the concert is still on.

You like classical

music, do you?

Not a lot.

Who's this girl singing here?

She's quite good.

I don't know, man.

What's your first name?

Why?

I don't know. Just to establish

a sort of friendship.

I'm Manit.

Sanouk!

Well, Sanouk, my friend, you

think I'm an idiot, don't you?

Let's start again. The

lady singing on the CD.

Do you know who she is?

That's Jessy Yiouchenko

or something, man. Go on.

If I talk, I'm dead, man.

And if you don't you think

you're gonna get married?

Okay.

She runs a network

of heroin trafficking

between Thailand

and South America.

How?

Thanks to the concerts.

The sh*t goes

with the orchestra.

As she's famous

and the show's run

by the embassies mostly,

there are no

custom checks, you know.

And who's above her?

I don't know!

Well, more pain is

on its way, I'm afraid.

Hey!

Come quick!

We are after him!

We're coming!

Oh, damn,

that feels good!

What's going on?

Get off!

Hey!

I need your head!

And I need your balls!

Get him!

Get him now!

Freeze. Put your gun down.

Put your gun down!

Gotcha.

Okay.

It's done.

We've got them.

I am asking you,

what do they want from you?

Do you understand me?

You won't get away with

causing all this trouble.

Do you know

we've been watching you?

Do you know... if I'd known, I

would have brushed my hair.

Why do you

speak in English?

If I told you, you would

never believe me.

Okay, English is fine.

But you'd better talk to me.

If you want protection,

just come up with something.

- So... trust me.

- Well, I don't want protection...

and trust has to be

earned, not demanded.

- True, but you're still in deep sh*t,

anyway. - So are you.

You have to clean out

your own stable first.

I'm the head of

an anti-corruption brigade,

and I'm fighting

with all my strength

to uncover and punish those

who contaminate the force.

Because of what?

They insult the country.

My father

said the same thing.

And he died for it,

along with the rest of the

members of his section.

You wanna know

why I'm here?

Not for revenge,

but for justice.

Fine.

If you want to follow

your role, just do it.

And you know what?

If anything goes wrong,

I'll arrest you

like the rest,

even if you're

Samat's son.

Uh, to each his duty.

And what about Simon?

He'll be busted.

So...

Mr. Simon Weber.

No one's called me like

that since a long time.

Or should I call you

ex-French detective

Inspector Weber?

You can call me

whatever you want.

I really

don't give a sh*t.

I have an Interpol

warrant for your arrest.

Don't you have a whisky

also, by any chance?

Your friends accused

you of having stolen

from drug traffickers.

With ice?

Personally, I have

nothing up against you,

but you betrayed your oath.

If I betrayed somebody,

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