Befriend and Betray Page #5

Thank you.

She's, uh, expediting

an arrest warrant for P.C.

Mommy's happy.

McBradden:
Just get it

on my desk, all right?

Alex:
What the hell took you

so long to make that call?

Easier to prove conspiracy

if P.C. actually takes

a shot or two.

Well, lucky for uncle

someone else called first.

Who else knew about the hit?

Me, P.C., Donald.

That's it.

Someone else tipped him off.

Well.

Bunny's a ghost eagle.

Makes sense he'd have friends

close to Donald.

Look, bottom line,

P.C. used Donald's

name on the wire

which means we've

got both of them.

Which means I'm done.

So what about Bao li?

The girl?

Under control.

I've got eyes on uncle's house.

If they try and move her,

I'll know.

Yeah, about P.C.'s gun.

I don't have it.

What?

We saw him give it to you.

Yeah. He came back

after I left,

he took it.

What can I say?

Dude really loves that gun.

McBradden:
Without that

gun, we can't prove

P.C. put those bullets

in the wall,

allowing some clever lawyer

to claim it wasn't P.C.

under that mask.

Guess that means we don't

get Donald either, right?

That sucks.

Let's write some notes.

Your kite is

an unreliable head case

who can't be trusted.

Metro cops got a tip

about a meth lab

in uncle ho's basement.

They did a search.

No meth lab, no girl either.

Bao Li's gone

and P.C.'s gun disappears.

So I refuse to give some tart

with training wheels

a ride to the airport

and Alex ditches evidence?

He wants to stay in the game

and find the girl

because he no longer trusts us

to honor our deal.

Best thing about that deal?

Alex gets too creative,

slips the leash,

takes a bullet.

That's on you.

I wonder how long

your team will last

after yet another

of your prison prodigies

ends up in a garbage bag?

Alex:

Hey. It's me. Again.

Just please call.

(Phone beeps off)

Willy:
You couldn't have

picked something closer

to the subway line?

Well, I mean, I could have,

but I usually don't

get to talk to people

on the Russian mob's hit list.

Made a few calls,

I heard about that bank job

that blew up in calgary.

Yeah, that was a smokescreen

generator.

I told them it was there.

Also told them that gas masks

don't work

with airborne particulates

of that kind of velocity

and density.

So, you know.

So now you got a price

on your head.

I tell you what,

you watch my back

with the crooks and the cops

and I'll return the favour.

Make sure your kid's

got something to celebrate

on father's day.

Hey, if I was wearing a wire,

you'd be the one

who put it there, right?

Yeah. So what...

What do you need?

(Phone keypad beeps)

Someone other than

sergeant McBradden

called uncle ho on this phone

to warn him about the hit.

Here's the number.

I need that name.

That's evidence.

Yeah, and it proves

someone's playing me,

which is why I plan to keep it.

You got it.

(Clicks tongue)

I'll, ah, call ya.

Mel:
Please leave a

message after the beep.

Corporal:
Miss Meadwell

, this is corporal yuen.

Criminal intelligence services.

I'm calling in regards

to Alex Caine.

Have a seat.

I don't usually insert myself

into the private lives

of my team members,

but in Alex's case

I've decided to make

an exception.

Team member?

Alex saves lives.

Saves the lives of policemen,

taxpayers,

of little girls who think

they're going to be models.

To do his job,

he needs clarity of mind

and he doesn't have that

right now

and neither do you.

Well, how could you

without adequate information.

I'm gonna leave this with you.

You can read it

at your leisure,

or not.

But either way,

for Alex's safety,

you have to make up your mind.

(Engine rumbles loudly)

(Alex's phone rings)

Yeah?

Willy:
Hey, the

number on uncle's phone?

Most likely a burner

bought in the last six months.

Which means,

unless you're homeland security...

Alex:
There's no way

to trace the call.

Yet they didn't spoof

the number?

Maybe they didn't know how.

Or maybe they thought uncle ho

was smart enough

not to call back.

(Phone snaps shut)

Willy:

Hello?

You ready?

Yeah.

Alex:
When a gangster is

given an order to kill someone,

he either succeeds

or becomes the next target

(country music plays,

pool balls clack)

Which made me wonder

why Donald chose this place

for a sit down.

P.C.:
Now relax, okay?

If Donald wanted us dead...

Alex:
Yeah, I know.

But look around, p. C..

It's not him I'm worried about.

P.C.:

There he is.

Look him in the eye, okay?

Hey, tai lo.

(Laughs)

Didn't know

you liked cowboy music.

I wanted you to feel safe,

so I could tell you

in person...

The dragon head is not happy.

You sprayed bullets

like rice at a wedding

and not one hits uncle?

Donald:

The only message you sent

is that you're totally

out of control.

No!

No more chances.

Four eight nine

wants you to find a hole,

crawl in...

Guys, look around.

So not Chinatown.

Right.

I have an idea.

We let Alex do it.

Uncle ho's not gonna expect

a Gwai Lo coming in.

He does the job,

I'll cut you a piece

of my new business.

I have a piece.

That's five percent.

You front the money

for the first shipment,

I'll cut you 33 percent.

In return, I get 10 percent

of your "modeling" business.

I mean, come on.

You can do a whole lot better

than Bunny for muscle, right?

Donald:
I have the eagles

looking for uncle ho.

They find him,

he finishes the job.

Then we have a deal.

Ho ma.

Ho ma.

Ho.

Alex:
Can I get two beers

and a club soda, no ice.

I gotta take a leak.

Speak English,

try not to kill each other.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

(Beeping, phone dials)

(Donald's phone rings)

Donald:

Wai?

Hello?

(Country music plays,

patrons chatter)

Cheers, huh?

Cheers.

(Salutation in cantonese)

Alex:

33 percent?

P.C.:
And I get 10 percent

of his modeling business.

Do you have any idea

how much those b*tches make?

They're like VLT's

with two extra slots.

I don't know about you, man,

I'm in a wicked mood.

So whatever you want, I'll pay.

Who was that girl

that Bunny was banging?

The one that almost got away?

Bao? Oh, she put up a

fight; I like that.

You think you can find her?

"I'll get you, my pretty,

and your little dog too!"

(Growls playfully)

(Soothing music plays)

Woman:

(Calls for Alex in cantonese)

Hey.

Huh!

I'm gonna help send you home.

No... no...

Listen, listen...

(Screaming in cantonese)

Shhh! Shhh!

(Shrill screaming)

Be quiet!

Bao:

(Screaming)

(Hip hop music plays)

Ghost:

(Pained grunt)

(Scared whimper)

(Pained grunt,

police sirens wail)

(Sirens bleep)

Police:
(Shouting) Police!

Don't move! Everyone on the floor!

Don't move! Don't move!

Stay down!

Officer:
Against the wall!

Come on, against the wall!

You turn a triad rub and tug

into a rodeo

and now your little friend's

the whore

with the John who wants

to take her away from it all.

You just put a bull's eye

on her back.

Wanna do some real good?

Maintain your cover

and help me get their heroin

off the street.

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