Driven To Kill Page #3

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between you guys?

I just don't believe it.

Let's talk about it.

Talk about what?

Talk about old times.

About Ruslan.

And how you're going

to help me kill this cocksucker.

Yeah... No, bring it. Over here.

Where are we going?

I'm looking for a wedding ring.

- You know this guy?

- Sure, I know him.

I pay his daddy money once a month.

I'm gonna get a refund?

We're looking for a ring.

It probably came in last night.

Do I know you from somewhere?

He's a white guy

with a tattoo on his neck.

- Probably thought it was...

- Real valuable, yeah.

At first glance, it does.

But if you study the stone up close, it's flawed.

- Low carats.

- Yeah, maybe no value to you...

but to some people

could be very important.

You're saying they broke in

to steal your ring?

You know, this is the way

you follow things.

Through something like this,you might find

who you're looking for,you know. Yeah.

So, let me ask you again...

The white guy with the tattoo on his neck...

This is a pawn shop, pal,

not an information booth.

You know, somehow I feel...

like you talk a little too tough.

Get the surveillance tape.

Oh, God.!

Where are you?

They just came out of a pawn shop on Wade.

Ruslan was holding a ring box.

Stephan seemed fine, but I heard screams inside.

What should I do?

Stay with them. Ruslan so much as takes a sh*t,

I know about it.

We'll be done with this f***er soon.

What if he spots me?

You think he hasn't already?

Did you hear the address he gave me?

Just the projects. South tower.

No apartment number.

Believe me, we won't need one.

- What's going on?

- We have to make the cockroaches come out...

and then we catch them.

Jesus!

What's going on?

- Big guy, green coat. Go!

- Think that's the cops?

I'm not staying long enough to find out.

What if there's all these guards with guns?

Don't get shot.

And stay behind me.

Keep low and stay close.

Down the hall.!

This f***ing guy is crazy!

Let's get outta here!

Go! Go!

- The girl in the mansion...

- Ah, sh*t!

That was my child.

- Now, was this a robbery?

- Ah, sh*t!

Or someone paid you to do this?

Just so you know, a**hole, I wasn't there.

But I wish I was.

She'd have died a lot slower.

You know what my next question was gonna be?

Does he know you?

You think that I...

And then, if I liked the answer,

it was gonna be...

"Who sent you?"

I f***in' loved her, Ruslan.

At least I was there.

We need information.

Now we have f***ing nothing.

I never killed anyone before.

You don't think I was gonna kill him

when I got the information?

Pick up your f***ing gun!

Learn to respect the tools of your trade.

Let's go.

Stephan and the old man are heading east.

Da, da.

The kid's doing fine.

I'm on my way.

Da. I got the message too late.

I'm at the place.

Where you at?

You took the f***ing wedding ring?

Tell me you weren't that stupid!

No. Look, you said to take whatever was lying

around and make it look like a robbery.

- And now my son's out there playing vigilante.

- I know.

Because I lost one of my men.

And if things went to plan,

Stephan was the one who killed him.

What? Plan?

Always easy the first time out

if you're convinced they deserve it.

No, wait, wait, wait.

You hired us to be the ones...

Killers I got!

This was about revenge.

About my son becoming what he had to be.

And for this, you need something

to hunt down, something to kill.

So, what, we were f***ing bait?

God!

Ruslan would have searched

your dead junkie friend. What would he find?

You watch TV?

That's what they call a reenactment.

You sleazy here?

Point me to him, okay?

Let me finish this. Let me finish this.

I swear to God I'll finish this.

You better not screw this up.

Because I know where he'll be tonight.

Let's go.

Going somewhere?

Jesus, Mickey,

you scared the hell out of me.

- I asked you a question.

- I just got off the phone with the cops.

They were asking questions about

four dead gun dealers.

One of their cell phone logs says

I phoned at the time they were killed.

- I'm going to Aruba till you handle this.

- The f*** you are.

It's your wife's funeral tomorrow.

Cops will be suspicious if you don't show.

Please, Mickey.

That guy will kill me...

with the f***ing grave shovel

and bury me in front of the priest.

- You don't know what he's capable of.

- Oh, yes, I do.

We're from the same neighborhood.

And that's why I know his next move.

- We have leverage.

- F*** leverage.

I'm gonna kill everything he loves

before I kill him.

But it's a two-way street.

I can't afford to miss

or be distracted by the cops.

So, you go to that funeral.

And Stephan?

#If this could happen to you #

#Wake up in a dream and everything

is coming true #

#Hittin'every green light

Lady Luck's been on my side #

#Every station in the nation

plays my song tonight #

#One more time

'cause I'm not satisfied #

#It'll never get much better

Just enjoy the ride #

Stevie.

Give me a kiss.

How's your dad?

Did you get married yet?

Just one time before I met Lanie.

Yeah, yeah.

One time. Right.

Make sure she put them

in the back room, okay?

#Monday

And I still got the blues #

#Goin'nowhere You know I've been

there I'm tired of payin'my dues #

#Adouble shot of courage

won't make it go away #

#But one day, baby

one day maybe #

#It could happen to me ##

Is it supposed to feel like this?

Losing someone?

Killing someone.

Well, there's two kinds of people...

Those without a heart maybe even enjoy it.

They don't feel nothing.

People like you and me...

for us it never gets any easier.

But we'll always have our reasons.

Then what are we doing here?

As you know, this is a place that has

lots of interesting bad guys.

And even though we're looking for them...

I have a feeling

they're also looking for us.

So...

probably we don't have to wait too long.

Huh.

Ruslan is in the back.

- Mikhail said that if the kid doesn't come out of here alive...

- I only got two ears.

Oh, yeah, with some brains between too.

What are you doing?

Stretching.

Ruslan!

I got orders to take you

to a meeting. Quietly.

See? No guns.

Knives, they don't make

any noise, you know.

I've never been someone who could, uh,

run from a knife fight.

Come on.! Kill the motherf***er.!

Your dad's waiting out back.

What's my father doing here?

Oh.

Oh, you didn't know.

It was your dad who left you

alone at the altar.

Now go.

Come on, man!

Move it.! Move it.!

Stephan, get in the car.

I can explain.

We didn't want any harm coming to her.

It was an accident.

She was collateral damage.

- Stay out of my life!

- Get in the f***ing car, Stephan!

- Oh, my God.!

- This way.! Come on.!

We're out.! Hurry up.!

Let's get out ofhere.!

- Hurry.!

- Freeze!

- Freeze.! In here.!

- Over here.!

- Put down the knife! Drop it!

- Nobody move.!

Pawn shop owner got himself beat badly.

Two guys. One ring.

Sounds like gay marriage.

Dead body at the projects.

Have you been spending any time

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