Driven To Kill Page #4

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on my daughter's case?

The bouncer went crazy.

All right?

I guess he thought I should be

stuffing dollar bills down his G-string.

He's the guy that killed my buddy.

What about this guy, Ruslan?

He's a hero.

Hmm. Your ear...

How'd that happen?

Wasn't the first club we hit.

You write books, Ruslan?

Hmm?

They don't have your name on them,

but they sure sound like you.

"FrankieJ. trembled, his palm wavering across

those last milk shake cups...

"thinking of that hidden spike as if it wasn't

just chance at play, but cruel fate.

"And his friend's voice

goaded him across the table...

'You want to be a tough guy?"'

Everybody want to be a tough guy.

But nobody want to pay the price.

What, you couldn't talk Ilya out of it?

He needed another hole in his head?

I don't know anything about that.

I think we're done here.

I could charge your client

with murder right now. More than one.

Oh, sure, when you come up with

a witness with the balls to actually testify...

or a dead body in a strip club

who a jury doesn't think deserves killing...

we'll trade phone calls.

You want me to sign the book?

Maybe later.

So, what'd you get?

What do you think?

Same B.S. you got.

Goldstein got Ruslan out for one reason

and one reason only...

so Mikhail could finish thejob killing him,

and we're going along with it.

This is bullshit.

Well, in case you haven't been keeping score

of the body count, my money's on Ruslan.

- You suck.

- You just hate it when I'm right.

She knows more than she can prove...

but they're going to be

watching you from now on.

And the guys from the strip club?

- I sprung them a couple of hours ago.

- Uh-huh.

You know that guy you sent me to,

uh, to buy those things?

He got a phone call while I was there

and then started to act very strange.

- So he has mood swings. What do you want me to do?

- Nothing. I took care of it.

Good. Fine. I'm in the parking lot

across the street here.

Have you seen Stephan recently?

- Why?

- No reason.

I haven't seen him around.

You think Stephan had

something to do with it? Why?

Mikhail Abramov.

You know him?

Yeah.

He was a client once.

Double homicide.

He walked.

Warm, friendly guy?

Cold as ice.

You mind driving?

I've got to make some calls.

Let me ask you something.

When Lanie told me

that she met Stephan in court...

was she representing him?

You really didn't stay in touch, did you?

No.

I'm kind of a dinosaur.

Catherine never said too much

about what you knew.

Well, I think that's maybe

because she didn't trust you.

At least she married me.

- I gave her more than you ever could.

- You think?

Oh, and Lanie and Stephan?

She was prosecuting him.

She had joined

the district attorney's office.

She said she was sick of people

getting away with murder.

What is that, some kind of

family in-joke?

Yeah, and she was going to marry the son

of a big-time gangster.

How did Mikhail feel about that?

Concerned.

- He hated the idea of his son marrying your daughter.

- Yeah.

Who do you think it was that tried

to talk Stephan into changing his life?

Lanie.

And Catherine?

Made a lot of bad investments.

Junk bonds mostly.

And I had a lot of debt

with Stephan's dad.

She was going to blow the whistle on me

and all my side deals.

So you decide to have them killed...

so you wouldn't have to go to jail.

Yeah.

That and the big insurance policy I took out

on her should take care of all my problems.

You know, I have a feeling...

your troubles are just beginning.

There's another car across the lot.

Now you're going to take it

slow and easy. Move.

Why don't we just

do this thing right here?

No, we've got better plans for you.

Look, if I don't kill you, he will.

Well, how the f*** are you going to do that with

your eyeballs bouncing off the f***ing cement?

Mikhail knows you guys are expendable.

...from the Gulag.

That's it.

- Ready for lunch?

- I'll let our people know. Thanks.

We gotta go. Shots fired

in the garage on 12th.

- One guess who's involved.

- Let's go get him.

Get up...

All right.

He's with me.

Let him pass.

What the hell is so important...

we couldn't talk over the phone?

You looking for a free meal?

This is serious sh*t, Mikhail.

I wouldn't be here unless it was.

Better be. You get paid

to keep your eyes open, not to socialize.

Relax.

We're among friends here.

Go ahead.

The girl... the one from

the Goldstein house.

She's alive.

That is news.

The kind that could f***

a perfectly good day.

Thanks.

This doesn't feel right.

You think Goldstein had anything to do with

what went down in the parking garage?

- You think he set Ruslan up?

- I don't know. Something doesn't fit.

Where's the groom that isn't to be?

Maybe we should ask Ruslan that.

Of course we'd have to find him first.

The question is, would I want to?

You saw what they did to his women.

Pretend it was your kid.

Just so you know, I'm not the only guy

in a blue suit thinking this way.

Justice is served by...

Justice is served by making sure

the right people are punished for their crimes.

You don't hear me complaining.

You're going to write me a ticket, Sam?

Stephan, please calm...

Don't... Don't do this.

Only four people in that room heard Lanie say

that Ruslan's ring was valuable.

You don't know what I've...

You're the only one who could have told them

where to find it.

This is murder.

You will do hard time.

Not if I get a good lawyer.

Lanie would not have wanted this for you.

Hello.

- You asked me to call if there were any changes.

- Is there a problem?

Well, the police officer at the end of the wing,

he's not there anymore.

Listen to me.

Immediately you move her now.

You take her where no people would be.

- You understand?

- There's an abandoned wing. I'll move her there.

We need to go to the hospital immediately.

- The hospital?

- Lanie's alive.

- You've got to be f***ing kidding me.

- I don't joke about my daughter.

Now, Mr. Goldstein, you better pray...

none of your friends

get there before I do.

People said you left this life behind.

You hurt me, you fall right back into it.

I'm way back already, believe me.

- All three are inside. We've been watching.

- Cops?

No. No one tailed them from cemetery.

And no drive-bys since.

- Police response time?

- We can draw the two patrol cars to the far edge of town.

We're having some of our people dial 9-1-1

and report an officer down.

That leaves the units

from Dickerson Station.

Peak hour on Central Avenue. Even with their

sirens, that gives us 10 minutes at least.

Will 10 minutes do it? I want

that son of a b*tch and his daughter killed.

We'll get it done.

Who cares if real cops show up? By the time

they figure out who we are, they'll be dead.

- This isn't going to be surgical, boss.

- You think Ruslan would be?

lfhe comes gunning for me, pull the car

around back. Might buy ourselves some time.

You're not gonna believe this.

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