Collateral Page #6

How f***ing furious

do you think he would get?

Tell me, Vincent.

Tell me what you think.

What?

I think...

I think you should tell the guy

behind me to put that gun down.

What did you say?

I said, I think you should tell the guy

behind me to put his gun away

before I take it and beat his

b*tch ass to death with it.

I picked up a tail.

- Federal?

- I don't know, you tell me.

That's why I tossed the list.

The workups, all of that sh*t.

To protect, in part, your...

...Herms, Faonnable ass.

What do you think,

I like coming in here?

But, hey,

sh*t happens.

Gotta roll with it. Adapt.

Darwin. I Ching.

- Has...?

- The fat man, the penthouse guy,

the jazz man.

That leaves two.

Can you finish?

In six years...

...when have I not?

Say it's Vincent.

I'm Vincent.

Say it's Vincent.

I'm Vincent.

Say it's Vincent.

I'm Vincent.

- Say it's Vincent.

- Vincent?

- That's what I'm hearing.

- I'm Vincent.

Your last two.

And by the way,

as a token of my appreciation,

I would like to offer you a discount.

For all my services, 25 percent.

- Very generous.

- Hell, make it 35.

And, by the way...

...Daniel said he was sorry.

Interesting.

Go to Fever.

If something goes wrong...

...kill him.

- E-mail me his license.

- All right?

- Right.

- To my cell phone.

No, no, I'll wait.

Hey, is there anybody else

in that cab?

Vegas odds would've been against you

walking out of there.

Yeah, I'm very impressive.

Sixth Street by Alexandria,

a club called Fever. You know it?

Locate our witness, Peter Lim.

Get him evacuated, get him safe.

- L.A. 101 to chase units.

- Yeah.

African-American, medium build.

The assault team, when in place,

will do the takedown.

- You sure?

- Do not spook him before.

I want air support up

and to maintain at 1500 feet.

Thank you.

- How long?

- Twelve minutes.

According to the cab company's

dispatch unit,

this guy's been driving that cab

for 12 years.

- So what?

- So you're telling me

the guy walks into a phone booth

and, shazam,

changes into a meat-eater

super-assassin?

What's he do,

squeeze them in between fares?

No, the real driver is floating

down a storm drain.

The guy who walked out of there

looks like this guy.

- He picked a driver who looks like him.

- Yeah, I don't know.

I do. Zee?

We see private-sector security

companies hiring out to cartels

in Colombia, Russia, Mexico,

hiring ex-Special Forces, Stasi,

ex-KGB, like that, all the time.

Guys with trigger time, skill sets, real

tradecraft, like look like a cab driver.

What are you gonna do?

Take his ass down.

Save our witness.

What if these guys are wrong?

They got the guy admitting

his name is Vincent.

- He's in there talking to the bad guys.

- There is something else going on.

Ray, there's nothing else going on.

I thought there was, there isn't.

It's their ball, it's their game.

There's nothing in it for us.

- There's nothing in it for you.

- That's right.

It's late. I'm going home.

You know what time it is?

They locate Peter Lim yet?

Sheila's on with the wife.

She thinks he's at Fever.

Sixth and Alexandria. Move it.

L.A. 101 to L.A. 103,

L.A. 105, L.A. 108.

Witness is in a club called Fever,

Sixth and Alexandria.

That's where Vincent is going.

Assault team and remaining unit,

you will take Vincent.

First unit on the scene will get

the witness, Peter Lim. Get him out.

L.A. 105 to L.A. 101. We copy that.

- You gonna call her?

- Who?

You know, your lady friend. The one

who gave you her business card.

- I don't know. Maybe, maybe not.

- What?

Pick up the phone.

Life's short. One day, it's gone.

You and I make it out of this alive,

you should call her.

That's what I think.

Anyway...

There he is. Hit it.

Let's do it.

The table towards the back

is where he hangs.

Wilke, take the right.

Brian, hold the door.

Clean shots. Watch your backgrounds.

Watch your backgrounds.

L.A.P.D.

You move 15 feet ahead,

Wander, innocent bystanders

get the first rounds. Clear?

There's Lim. Second booth

from the left. Get him out of here.

Middle of the dance floor.

Freeze, Vincent!

FBI! FBI! Get your hands in the air!

Get your hands in the air, Vincent!

- Freeze! Get your hands up!

- FBI. Where's Peter Lim?

FBI! Get your hands in the air!

Drop it!

- Freeze!

- Freeze! FBI!

- I'm not Vincent.

- FBI!

Yo, put the gun down!

You got the wrong...

Pedrosa's been shot. Get an RA unit.

No, no, no! Wait, wait!

Hey, hey! Hold on. Hold on.

I'm Detective Fanning.

I'm Max! I'm Max! I'm a goddamn cab

driver, man! I'm a goddamn cab driver.

I know. I know. I'm getting you out

of here. I'm L.A.P.D. Come on.

- How'd you find me?

- You're okay. You're okay.

Just move it. Keep moving.

You're okay.

- How'd you find me?

- You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay. You're all right.

Let's go!

Let's go.

Go! Drive! Drive!

Only thing didn't show up

is the Polish cavalry.

You're alive. I saved you.

Do I get any thanks? No.

All you can do is clam up.

You wanna talk?

Do you want me to f*** off?

F*** off.

- You had to kill Fanning?

- Who the f*** is Fanning?

Fanning, the cop.

Why'd you have to kill him?

He's probably got a family.

Kids are gonna grow up without him.

He believed me.

Oh, I should've saved him

because he believed you.

- No, no. Not that.

- Yeah. That.

Well, yeah, that.

What's wrong with that?

- It's what I do for a living.

- Some living.

- Head downtown.

- What's downtown?

How are you at math?

I was hired for five hits. I did four.

Why didn't you just kill me

and get another cab driver?

Because you're good.

We're in this together.

Fates intertwined.

Cosmic coincidence, you know.

- Come on. You full of sh*t.

- All that crap. I'm full of sh*t?

You're a monument of it.

You even bullshitted yourself,

"All I am is taking out the garbage,

killing bad people."

- Well, that's what you said.

- You believe me?

- Then what'd they do?

- How do I know? You know?

They all got that "witness

for the prosecution" look to me.

Probably some major

federal indictment of somebody

who majorly does not

wanna get indicted.

So that's the reason?

That's the why. There's no reason.

There's no good reason,

there's no bad reason to live or to die.

Then what are you?

Indifferent.

Get with it.

Millions of galaxies

of hundreds of millions of stars

and a speck on one in a blink.

That's us. Lost in space.

The cop, you, me,

who notices?

What's with you, man?

As in?

As in, if somebody had a gun

to your head and said,

"You gotta tell me what's going on

with this person over here

or I'm gonna kill you.

What is driving him?

What was he thinking?"

You know, you couldn't do it,

could you?

Because they would

have to kill your ass,

because you don't know

what anyone else is thinking.

I think you're low, my brother.

Way low.

Like, what were you? One of those

institutionalized-raised guys?

Anybody home?

And... And the standard parts that

are supposed to be there in people,

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