Hard To Kill Page #4

and your pop will rent a fishing boat...

...catch the biggest fish in the seas.

And I'm not talking goldfish either.

The last time I went fishing with pop...

...we caught an old tire.

Not this time, Sonny.

We're going to get us a big, fat tuna.

- It's them.

- Let's go.

Captain Hulland, L.A.P.D.

I need to check any messages

for an Andrea Smith.

I wonder, do you have any messages

for an Andrea Smith, please?

Don't worry, Sonny's okay.

He's with O'Malley, who has the tape,

and they're headed for Union Station.

Great. Let's go get the car.

Just a minute.

Cover me.

Don't move.

You're surrounded.

Come on.

Send for back-up!

What's going on?

You can't do that in Dallas!

That's a rented car!

Get the goddamn car.

Get the car!

Your train is the Southwest Chief.

It departs for Albuquerque at 11:10.

- Thank you.

- Have a safe trip.

My hands are shaking.

Don't worry, kid.

Even your old Uncle Mally's paws

wobble a bit from time to time.

Put this on.

And watch out for the hot dog.

Don't spill that mustard.

I know it's hard to put together

after all these years.

I'm sorry I had to tell you your dad

was dead. I thought it was best.

I know it's awkward.

But your father loves you very much.

You've got to get to know each

other again. It'll take a little time.

Now listen up.

If your dad gets here on schedule, you

both get on the train. If he doesn't...

...you'll be going alone. One of us

will be one step behind. Don't worry.

One step behind.

Just like we planned it in the car

on the way down here.

O'Malley, long time no see.

Sonny, make sure

your father gets this.

What are you doing?

Taking a trip?

Yeah.

Me and my kid are visiting

my mother in New Mexico.

That's your son?

That's funny.

He doesn't look much like you.

Does he, Quintero?

As a matter of fact...

...I think I've seen

his ugly face before.

Kind of looks like Mason Storm.

Enough of this f***ing around.

We want the tape.

Run, Sonny!

Run, Sonny!

Take him.

We're going after the kid.

I love you, Sonny.

You fucks don't deserve

to wear your badges.

Come here,

you little son-of-a-b*tch!

- The kid's got the tape.

- Get his ass!

He's going in the alley!

I'm going to call the police!

Get out of the way!

Help! Help!

This guy's crazy.

He broke my gate!

Stop!

Please stop!

My hand's bleeding bad.

Stop!

You little bastard!

Come on, don't mess with me.

You f***!

My leg!

Come here or l'll kill you!

I broke my f***ing leg!

Coma Cop,

let's see what you got.

You're still a loser.

I remember you.

Take care of him.

- Where are you going?

- One more take-out order.

- You'll be safe with her.

- You're okay with me.

Who are you?

It's a very long story.

You got a few minutes?

Senator.

I know it's a bad time,

but a few things have happened...

I want Quintero and the others here now.

Storm is just nuts enough

to come after me.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Can we have

just a little privacy, please?

l'll be downstairs.

We're not going to make

the ballet tonight. Take a hike.

Get lost!

l'll show you guys how to break.

How's the action, boys?

Mind if I play?

I know what you're thinking.

If I have this is my hand, I can't play.

How's this?

l'll put it away.

Well?

Somebody hand me a cue.

Impressive.

That's for my wife.

F*** you and die!

Son-of-a-b*tch!

How does it feel to know

you're about to die?

I'm going to give you more time

than you gave my wife and son.

I got to tell you something!

You can't do this!

It wasn't me!

It wasn't me!

Now you're a good cop.

Vernon?

Let's try in here.

Maybe you're behind this painting.

No. You're so good

at this, Vernon.

Maybe you're under the bed.

No, not under the bed.

What about in here?

Vernon, where are you?

How do you like this, Vernon?

I'd like to kill you so bad,

I can barely contain myself.

But I've been thinking.

Death is far too

merciful a fate for you.

So what I'm going to do is...

...put you in prison.

A nice petite white boy like you

in a federal penitentiary...

Let me put it this way. You won't be

able to stay anal retentive very long.

I'm going to take

these handcuffs here...

...then I'm going to arrest you,

and l'll take you in. How's that?

What are you doing?

Please. No!

I missed.

I never miss.

They must have been smaller

than I thought.

Freeze!

Drop the gun!

Slowly!

Get on your knees,

with your hands in the air.

Thank God.

Thank God you guys are here.

Do it now!

You got to stop him.

Let me go!

Storm, no!

Storm, no!

Hold it right there.

Please, sergeant, talk to him.

Tell him to let me go.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

We saw the film.

We know you were set up.

Senator, you're under arrest.

Cuff him.

What the hell are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

You can't do this to me!

I'm a Senator, for Christ's sake!

You can't do this to me!

We're sorry, Storm.

You're a dead man, Storm!

- Are you all right?

- I love you, Storm.

I'm the Senator!

How about a nice vacation?

This guy is going to be famous.

I can hear tomorrow's weather report.

"Killer Storm strikes back."

It shows Senator Trent making a deal

with his underworld cronies.

You're going to be

very well compensated, Mr. Calabrese.

Money now, and a lot more

when I get in that office.

You can take that to the bank.

We have the greatest respect

for Storm's courage.

You told me this dock was clean.

What the hell's going on here?

Are you people listening to me?

lovespiral@ciudad.com.ar

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