Charlie Zone Page #3

(engine starts)

(glass crunches)

(doorbell jingles)

- Avery.

- Been a while.

(police scanner plays faintly)

- Still in the life?

- Not for long.

- Outside's harder.

- Business good?

Better lately.

Hey, I'll get there someday, huh?

Open my ouzeri.

This a social thing?

It's a "no questions" thing.

(Faint panting, grunting)

- (doorbell jingles)

- (police scanner continues)

Okay, get up.

No bullshit, okay?

Can I keep my blanket?

I've had it forever.

I have really bad circulation.

Oof!

Dispatcher on scanner:

422 Alpha Tango Hotel...

(line hums, keypad beeping)

(m utters)

F***.

Classy place.

Yeah. Well, it's much better

than where you were.

I'm serious.

A bed without

three f***ing people in it,

like, stoned

or puking on the floor.

We won't be here long.

Hey, can I have a shower?

Well, you want me

to look respectable, right?

(Bangs)

Three minutes.

You know, for scum,

you're not so bad.

Ow!

Bet she'll miss you

when you're dead.

(Bolt clicks)

(line hums)

(water splattering)

(beeps)

(line ringing)

- Sister:
Where are you?

- Travelers Motel, Unit 2.

So you think you're smart.

- Safe.

- Don't leave for any reason.

Her parents will

pick her up shortly.

- With the money.

- Of course.

Give her the pills

so that this goes smoothly.

All right.

(Rattling)

(rapping)

One minute.

- One minute.

- Don't rush me!

(knocking on door)

(thumping)

Don't get too comfortable.

Let me enjoy this a while.

(Motor revving)

You f***in' kidding me?

The TV doesn't work?

People don't come here

to watch TV.

So what about that hit

you promised me?

I'm dying here.

Something's happening.

Give me your car keys!

How did you get that?

Now, f***er!

You're holding it wrong.

Give them to me.

(Motorcycle revving)

Move!

(Biker yelling)

(motor stops)

Look,

I'll pay it all back, okay?

(Sighs)

- (grunts)

- (biker speaking French)

You picked the wrong f***ing hotel,

eh, Indian man. Huh?

- It's ours now.

- (thumps)

Times change, my friend.

I thought he was with you.

(Hammering)

Biker:

You're in debt to Pop.

He don't like being made

a fool of.

I've got the money, okay?

Just let me call my friends.

Biker:
Eh-hh, nothing but f***ing lies

from this burn b*tch.

Think we're f***ing stupid, eh?

You take me back, no matter

what you do, I'll just run again.

You'll be lucky if you

f***ing walk again, eh?

But for your new life,

you won't need to be standing up much.

(Speaking French)

(laughing)

(speaking French)

Who are you with?

- Hmm?

- (groans)

This is not a part...

Taser, take her to next f***ing room

and disconnect the phone too.

Already done.

Okay.

Good moves.

We would have got her somehow,

you saved us the trouble.

But we don't save you.

No.

(Speaking French)

We're gonna have some fun,

me and you.

You look pretty f***ing

scary now, huh?

(groaning)

(Avery screams)

- (hip-hop music plays)

- I'll be home soon.

A couple of days, maybe.

Hey, new patch,

when you want him to sing loud,

- you pour beer.

- (grunts)

Biker:

Keep it down a f***ing sec.

My wife and kid

on the phone, ostie.

Okay.

(speaking French)

(speaking French)

Usually we don't do the head,

they pass out too fast...

but he's big.

(Buzzing, screaming)

(screaming within)

(screaming continues)

A gold tooth, ostie.

Give me the pliers.

Open wide, Indian man.

I'm the f***ing tooth fairy.

Open his mouth.

I'm the tooth fairy, huh?

(Screaming resumes)

(faint screaming)

(banging door)

Can you stop it?

(Screaming continues)

Oof!

(Swearing in French)

Grab me the f***ing nailer.

F***ing tough guy, eh?

Eh? Eh?

- (popping)

- (screaming resumes)

Yeah!

(Biker screams)

You won't f***ing

do that again! No, eh?

(Screaming stops)

Jan:
Stop it!

Stop doing that.

(Speaking French)

You Okay?

(Speaking French)

You stop it!

Why are you doing that to him?

The new kid,

he needs practice.

- F***in' stop it.

- Who cares about him, hmm?

F***ing savage

kicked my balls.

You kiss 'em...

make 'em better.

Pop won't like it

if you touch me.

The boss.

He's kind.

And my reward

for finding you...

is you, chre.

- Hmm?

- It's not true.

I'm glad you brought that up.

I learned a lot

chasing you down.

You burned half

the f***ing country.

A lot more

than that too, huh?

So now we play a game...

so you learn not to lie...

(Clicks)

To your new man.

(Speaking French)

I said,

f***ing stand up, ostie.

Get the f*** up, eh?

(Speaking French)

(music playing)

Watch him.

I need to take a sh*t.

New patch:

He's not moving.

(Speaking French)

(door closes)

(sniffles)

(Gags)

One bullet left.

(Speaking French)

Every f***ing lie,

I shoot

We'll start with an easy one.

Maybe not so easy for you.

(laughing)

What's your name?

Hmm?

(c*cks gun)

- Huh?

- Carmen.

Non, non, non.

I didn't ask your f***ing name

in Calgary

or f***ing Toronto,

did I, eh?

Who the f*** are you, eh?

Do you f***ing remember even?

You f***ing little

f***ing burn b*tch, eh?

- Who the f*** are you?

- I don't know!

- (speaking French)

- I don't know!

(Speaking French)

' (Clicks)

' (moans)

(laughing)

(Jan moaning)

No...

(biker speaking French)

- Huh?

- (toilet flushing)

(gasping)

(groaning)

(thumps)

(Avery grunting)

(groans)

The f***?

Jean-Guy?

Jean-Guy?

(Screaming)

(thumps)

I wouldn't get another one wrong

if I was you,

nameless one.

How the hell do you know

Pops Bishop?

Hmm?

(Speaking French)

- Hmm?

- (hammer clicks)

Jan:

I don't know.

Biker:

Come on, come on!

- Jan:
I don't know.

- (biker speaking French)

(grunting, thumping)

(phone beeping)

- (line ringing)

- Tal:
Where are you?

- I'm at the Travelers Motel...

- Hang up the phone.

- They tried to kill me.

- Hang up the phone!

Tal:
Who has you?

Who's with you?

Tal's coming.

Yeah, you stole

from him, too.

What happens

when he finds out?

(Tal yelling on phone)

You have something to do.

You want to beat the odds?

This is your chance.

Tal:
I'll meet her!

Donny, come on!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go, I want to go.

Come on. Come on.

HOW long?

Minutes.

(Both grunting)

Jan:

Go! Go!

(groaning)

(engine starts)

- (phone rings)

- Yeah?

Sister:

What happened? Is she safe?

She's okay. What happened

to the damn transfer?!

Sister:
They saw that something

was happening, they got scared.

Why didn't you tell me

other people were after her?

- Sister:
We didn't know.

- It's not over. They're behind us.

Tell me where they are,

I'll go to them.

I want this done with,

and fast!

Okay. Just get out of sight

until they're off your trail.

(Phone beeps)

- You saved me in there.

- You're worth money.

So you beat him.

You electrocuted him...

and you nailed his foot

to the floor.

Oui.

Jesus.

A capable man.

- Where were you?

- I found him in his own puke.

No sign of the owner.

This guy was in here with her.

You heard nothing?

Music was loud.

It covered...

it covered up...

the...

Hey. HEY-

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