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assists us...

with the formality

of police autopsies.

lt's no accident

that we're in New Orleans.

Last year we conducted hunts

in Rio de Janeiro at Carnival,

Yugoslavia during

the late unpleasantness.

Oh, yeah.

You see, there's always some unhappy

little corner of the planet...

where we can ply our trade.

All right, Mr. Fouchon.

- You have a client.

- Well,

thank you for visiting,

Mr. Zenan.

Dr. Morton will

show you to the car.

My bank will arrange

the transfer of funds within the hour.

- Excellent.

- When do we go out ?

We'll contact you when the

necessary arrangements have been made.

Chance. What you doing here ?

- Secret mission.

- Mmmm.

Rub me, baby.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Hello, Poe.

What the f*** ?

- You miss me ?

- Aw, Christ, not again.

Looks like you're short

an ear,

so you better listen

very carefully.

- Now, are you paying attention ?

- Uh-huh.

Who sent those apes

after me ?

l don't know

what you're talking about.

Two million people

in this city.

- Who's gonna miss a fat

slob like you, Poe, huh ?

- Van Cleaf !

H-His name was Van Cleaf.

Good boy.

Where is he ?

l don't know where he lives !

He ain't even American !

Look, he'll-- He'll kill me

if l don't do what he says !

You gotta believe that !

Aaah !

Tell your boyfriend

Van Cleaf...

l'm gonna find out who

killed Douglas Binder.

lf you understand me,

just grunt.

Again.

Did you get my memo ?

Binder, Douglas C.

l want you to take another look

at the post-mortem.

That memo contains evidence...

that might make

Binder's death a homicide.

Now, you can act on it, Doctor,

or you can file it,

but if l have to get a court order

for a formal inquest,

l will.

You should do something

about that cough.

Don't you ever knock ?

We have a problem.

A big problem.

They want me to redo

the autopsy on Binder.

- Who is it that's asking ?

- A detective named Mitchell.

Binder's family's

breathing down her neck.

- Can we buy her ?

- No.

l guess we've overstayed

our welcome.

Tonight is our last hunt

in New Orleans.

Open it.

What a funny

little man, eh ?

A change of scenery's what we need.

Something less tropical.

Rolling hills, castles.

Eastern Europe.

We can work there for years.

- Where's Poe ?

- Mr. Poe couldn't make it.

He's got an ear infection.

Look, he, uh, he said

he'd have some work for me.

That may still be

a possibility.

We got a little game

we'd like you to play with us.

This money belt...

has $10,000 in it.

lt's all yours if you want it,

every penny.

What do l have to do ?

The rules of the game

are very simple.

All you have to do is get to the river.

Ten miles through the city.

You and the money belt make it

to the river, you're $10,000 richer.

Bullshit.

Maybe you like being

the object of pity,

begging for quarters,

sleeping in the rain,

listening to a half an hour

of fire and brimstone...

- for a bowl of soup.

- Man, f*** you.

You could change everything

tonight.

Think of what $10,000

could buy you.

You could get new clothes,

clean yourself up,

look men in the eyes when

you pass them on the street.

This money could

make you a man again,

instead of the shadow

of your former self.

- l get to the river, l get the cash.

- Every nickel.

- lf l don't make it ?

- Oh, you're a sports fan, Roper.

Figure it out.

You've got a five minute head start.

Don't waste it.

This is New Orleans,

Mr. Zenan,

not Beirut.

After you, sir.

- Mr. Zenan, take it off ''safe.''

- Oh.

Finish him.

l don't want him. H-He's wounded.

- Finish him.

- l can't do that. l hit him.

- l shot him. Let's go, okay ?

- Listen, don't make me look bad

in front of my dogs.

You know why you're here ?

You paid us a

half a million dollars...

to find out

if you're alive or dead.

Now finish him.

Finish him !

God, why didn't he

go fishing ?

Now you understand why we

insist on payment up front.

Here.

Set the dogs on him,

won't you, Pick ?

l don't wanna be out here

all night.

Help me !

Please ! Please !

Help me !

H-- Please !

Help me ! Help me !

- Go on, get a job !

- Please !

- Please !

- Watch it ! Damn ! Watch yourself !

Help me. Help me !

Help me ! Please !

Hey, look !

Come on, man !

- Walk on by, now, man.

- Call the police here or somethin' !

Help me !

- Hey ! Hey ! Let me in ! Come on, man !

- No, we're closed !

Let me in !

Hey, buddy !

Hey ! Hey ! Come on !

- Brother, get out of here, man.

Come on, get out of here.

- Hey, come on, man !

- Help me !

- Hey ! l ain't got no change, man !

He was passin' out flyers

for Randal Poe.

Let's pay him a visit.

Randal, Randal, Randal.

You were gonna leave

without saying good-bye ?

My mama got sick in Biloxi.

l--

l was gonna call you,

Mr. Van Cleaf.

Of course you were,

Randal.

Of course you were.

l know you didn't mean to

hurt my feelings.

Hmm ?

Looks like we missed

the party.

- Get down !

- Ooh !

Stay down !

Go ! Go ! Go !

- Let's go.

- We can't just leave her here !

Keep him in the Quarter.

Stay on his ass.

She's dead. Come on.

Grab the bar !

Yeah !

Ladies first.

What ?

lt appears we'll have

one last hunt after all, Pick.

The train went by

maybe two,

two and a half hours ago.

This could be dangerous.

We're on his turf now.

Thank you, gentlemen, for making

yourselves available on short notice.

We are stalking

an exceptional opponent.

Truly a world-class trophy.

The price for participating

in this little excursion...

is $750,000 each.

Should one of you be lucky

enough to bring him down,

l'll consider that hunter's

account paid in full.

Shouldn't we be worried

about alligators or something ?

lf it make you

feel better,

yeah.

Come on, keep going.

lt's still a long way...

- to Uncle Douvee's place.

- At least they won't

be able to find us out here.

Yes, they will, if they have

a tracker as good as Uncle Douvee.

All they have to do

is to check along the railroad.

l'm just guessing

we have a couple of hours.

- Okay.

- Maybe less. Come on. Let's go.

lsn't there

a trail or something ?

This is the trail.

You're really enjoying yourself,

aren't you, Chance ?

lf it's tough for us,

it's tough for them.

You trust me ?

Of course l trust you.

Close your eyes.

Why do you want me to trust you

with my eyes closed ?

Close your eyes.

- ls it dead ?

- Not hardly.

What are you doing ?

l'm leaving a surprise

for my friends.

Son of a b*tch !

lf you would die quieter

and pick up the pace,

Boudreaux would have less time

for these little surprises.

Jerome !

Would you be so kind ?

And do watch your step,

won't you ? Let's go.

Sometime l amaze myself, me !

ls good whiskey !

Make jack rabbit slap the bear !

- Chance ? Chance.

- Yeah !

You come to see your Uncle Douvee.

Natasha,

my Uncle Douvee.

Enchant, mademoiselle.

We'll fix him up good.

Put bandage on, it no hurt.

- Be strong, my boy.

- Douvee, l've got some people after me.

l know.

l can smell them.

You've still got a .30-06,

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