Blood and Bone Page #4

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Glad you two could make it.

Well, I didn't think you'd want to see us

after we won that money from you tonight.

Well, I guess it had to happen

sooner or later.

Didn't know you had a secret weapon.

Poor, old Hammer's at the hospital

straightening out his knee.

Hey, baby, come meet my man, Bone.

He just whooped the Hammerman.

Words can't describe

how little I give a damn.

Come, come, walk with me. Talk.

Where'd you learn how to fight?

Here and there.

Here and there.

I got something to show you.

I've always admired fighters

and the fight game.

A warrior's life, that's the life for me.

There's honor and virtue.

A warrior's life must be pure in body

and in spirit.

That's why I don't drink,

I don't smoke, I don't use profanity.

Genghis Khan once said,

the greatest pleasure

is to vanquish your enemies

and chase them before you,

to rob them of their wealth

and to have those dear to them

bathed in tears.

I am the punishment of God.

And if you had not committed great sins,

God would not have sent a punishment

like me upon you.

Genghis Khan.

You see?

I am not like the rest of those thugs

you see out there

smoking blunts and playing video games,

and neither are you.

I could see that right off.

Do you train with weapons?

Catch.

Hey, hey, hey.

Now, I guess you're thinking,

what does this street hustler know

about honor and nobility?

Well, the truth of the matter is,

not very much.

But I am learning.

I have a path, I have a vision, I have a plan

that I would very much like you

to be a part of.

How so?

International underground street fighting

is by far

the biggest moneymaking

fight game, period.

It is the pastime for a group of fat cats

who like to call themselves The Consortium.

This is the game

that I am trying to get into.

You got an in?

You ever hear of a man

called Franklin McVeigh?

No.

Franklin McVeigh is

an international arms dealer. Large.

If there's a war in this world, that fool

is probably providing the party favors.

But he wasn't always this big.

He was a small-time thug from London,

selling pop guns

to the little black and brown kids

on the streets of America.

Needless to say, that is where I met him.

Anyway,

Franklin McVeigh runs the international

fight game for The Consortium.

And he manages

the best fighter in the world.

They call him Pretty Boy Price

Now, don't let his looks fool you

He has already killed four men in the ring

Pound for pound, he's considered

the best fighter in the world.

It costs five million dollars

to get in the ring with him.

Now, ordinarily, you would have to

work your way up the ranks

to get a fight with Price.

But McVeigh owes me.

I wanna do to Franklin McVeigh

what you and Pinball did to me.

You beat Price,

you can retire a very rich man.

I'll think about it.

What is there to think about?

Like I said, I'll think about it.

Okay, my friend. You do that.

But you should know

I don't like people that say no to me.

Maybe you should get used to it.

This what you're looking for?

No.

I need you to do something for me first.

Come with me.

What now?

Do you see that man

that you keep looking at?

I want you...

F*** you and the mule you rode in on.

Hey! What'd I tell you about that language?

F*** you.

Come here.

Do you know what I can do to you?

Look at me.

No, really, look at me.

Now, you know what I'm capable of, right?

And you know

that I'll do it, too.

So why don't you go over there

and do what I told you to do?

Come with me.

"Take care of my wife and my kid. "

That's what he told me.

That's the last thing he said before he died.

Who?

Who do you think?

Danny.

You knew Danny?

How?

In prison.

He was my friend

Well, sorry to do this to you, but...

Checkmate.

Man.

Hey, check this out, man.

It's a beautiful picture, man.

That's my family.

My wife and my son.

Never got a chance to meet him,

but I'm gonna see him soon.

You know, you remind me of my brother.

Really? You have a brother?

Had a brother.

A twin.

What happened to him?

Somebody killed him.

Thought he was me.

Some chess.

Come here.

All inmates to their cells, now!

- Go!

- Lock it down, lock it down.

Back in your cells!

Come here.

Tell me something.

Is this the woman that Danny cried over

and begged me to look after

as he was dying?

Danny.

Did you forget you had a son?

Don't you judge me.

Don't you f***ing judge me!

The whole reason I'm in this sh*t

is because of Danny and my son.

I knew James set him up to get to me.

I also knew that if he couldn't have me,

he would've killed Danny and my son.

I always hoped he'd get tired of me

and let me go.

I could find my son.

But that's all just a pipe dream.

I don't know where my son is.

I don't even know if he's alive.

Your son is alive and I know where he is.

So let's get you cleaned up

and go get your son.

So that's what

this whole thing is about, huh?

You're my white knight here

to save me from the tower?

Well, I don't know about white knight.

Okay, just play along, smile,

act like we just had a good time.

That's good.

So?

So I think I'm gonna like this organization.

You don't look any worse for wear.

Why should I?

It feels good to make love to a real man.

Hey, listen.

If you're tired of her,

why don't you let me take her off

your hands for a while?

Well, I might consider to do that.

Depends upon

what you're willing to do for me.

What you think?

Get your stuff together.

You're going with Bone for a while.

And don't forget your medicine.

So we'll talk about this later, right?

All right?

Where are you taking me?

Someplace where you can

get yourself back together.

Okay.

So, what's up?

See all that?

All that is mine.

Every block, every sidewalk, every alley.

It's all so

dark and unsophisticated.

It is not where I wanna be anymore.

- It's anonymous, right?

- Absolutely, sir.

We're good.

What about my son? I want to see my son.

Not till you're straight.

This way, miss.

Bone.

Thank you.

Good to see you, James.

You should visit more often.

- I hear you've become quite the golfer.

- Yes.

But unfortunately,

I just lost my golfing partner.

You, my friend,

should learn the fine art of subtlety.

So what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

Five million dollars.

What's this for?

I want a fight with your pretty boy.

So we're looking to sit

at the grownups' table, are we?

I have a fighter.

This guy's the real deal.

You're not talking about Hammerman,

are you?

He's not even in Price's league.

No, this is a new guy. Best I've ever seen.

And I've seen Price.

Well, it's not as simple as that, James.

The Consortium

is owned by a private organization.

All newcomers have to be agreed upon

by committee.

Come on, Franklin.

After all I've done for you,

you couldn't do me this one little thing?

You're asking me to vouch for you.

Well, the funny thing about vouching for

someone, James,

is that when that someone

shows themselves

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