I Am Wrath Page #4

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gunning for lemi k's boys.

Well that'd solve a big problem

for me.

Not if we remember

he's a psychopath.

All right,

he'll expose the video.

He's not stupid.

He's planned for that.

Why is he being hit?

We don't know yet.

Contain this situation,

detective.

That's what I do all day long.

You wanna know how an Irish kid

raised on welfare

became governor...

Hmm?

How a homicide detective

becomes captain?

We contain situations.

We don't blow them up.

There may be civilians involved.

Who?

Work with me.

Then we'll find out.

We're done here.

So, you know Lars?

Nah, not really.

My daughter does though.

She...

We've had a falling out

over some of her friends.

One of them Lars?

Yeah.

Yeah.

And another guy. Charlie

something or someone.

Eh.

Ya know.

I'm probably too overprotective.

Maybe if I met them

or I spent some time with them,

maybe I'd feel differently. But,

well we've had a falling out

over that.

Eh, but she's old enough to

choose her own friends,

you know?

So how long

you owned this place?

A locked door means

we're closed.

And this gun means you're open.

Step down here, Princess.

Come on down.

Nice spot you got here, brother.

Yeah, it was.

We just want to ask you

a few questions.

Fire away.

Well, not literally.

Hijo de la gran puta.

Funny guy, huh?

So, you and your friend

are messing with my boys.

Does that freshen your memory?

Who's that?

Look at the f***ing picture.

Who is that?

I need a name.

That's a nice tattoo.

Is that a ladybug?

I need a name.

All right, do you want me to

look off that thing

and try and find...

That really

hurt my leg!

Oh, you son of a b*tch.

All right, let's go.

Hey, Lars.

What's up?

We were just talking about you.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

But I don't want to get involved

in anybody's family business.

Well who can blame you?

Right.

Well this is the guy you

originally wanted.

So you mind if he

finishes up here?

Yeah.

Is that cool?

Yeah, sure.

Good luck.

That's some heavy sh*t, man.

What is it, biblical?

Yeah, book of Jeremiah.

So,

what's this my boy's talking

about? Family business?

Yeah. My daughter, she...

She told me you were the best

ink man in town.

Smart girl.

What did you say her name was?

Laura. She,

she told me you did this

really cool like fly tattoo

on her friend.

I think his name was Charlie

or something.

Charlie?

Yeah.

Maybe.

Lot of fools

come through here, man.

Not bad.

Don't move.

It's still wet.

Get up, a**hole.

You.

Come on.

Where's Charley?!

I dunno!

Take his stash!

It's in the back!

Where is he?!

Stanley, you all right?

Something's wrong.

Yeah, I know. Three a**holes

just redecorated the barbershop.

Meet me at teto's.

We have garbage to dispose of.

Those a**holes who

wanted to dance with me,

they were looking for you.

Charley lawes.

That's a good guess.

This was his.

Whoa. That won't go unnoticed.

No. This will bring him

right to us.

All right, let's set up the

sting for tomorrow night.

Hey, Stan! Be careful.

Buckle up.

Stanley?

I know I don't have

the right to be here.

But please...

Tell me when to stop.

You made a big change for me

a long time ago.

May I join you?

Grief is a funny thing.

It can ruin a man

or make him stronger.

Strange.

Right or wrong,

I have purpose now.

What purpose is that?

Dad?

Did he leave the keys?

I'll go check.

Boxes there and there.

May I ask you a question,

father?

Of course.

There are...

There are things I've done.

Many years ago.

What do you think, Stan?

Is it possible that Vivian died

because of the things I did?

My soul is damned.

I'll never see her again.

Aren't those the rules?

You see this praying card?

The man crucified beside him

is known by few.

A thief,

a corrupt man

of the lowest order.

And yet moments before his

death, Jesus told him:

"Before dawn, we will dwell

together in my father's house."

I'm...

I don't understand.

It's simple.

Whatever your sins are,

they've already been forgiven.

If you have a heavy heart,

we have the

sacrament of confession.

Vows of silence.

Bless me father,

for I have sinned.

It's been

many years

since my last confession.

And these are my...

These are my sins.

I've killed many men.

Some for a reason, some not.

Hey, what took you so long?

You okay?

No, I'm not.

We'll talk about it on the way.

I'm running late.

Yeah.

That's the car. Take them out.

All right.

Let's hurt them.

Here it is.

Abbie!

What happened?!

Oh my god!

Where did you get hit?

He shot Mike!

Shoulder.

Shoulder. Let me see.

Let me see.

Just hold it.

Just hold it right there.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right.

Here. Take one of these.

Just hold pressure.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right.

Listen. Did you see anything?

No.

Anybody?

A car? A coat?

They were after you,

weren't they?

I know what you're doing.

I saw that gun.

Oh come on.

Who's next? Me?

No.

Jimmy?

I promise nothing will ever

happen to you or Jimmy.

It just did.

Let's get him to the hospital.

But just to be safe, I want you

and Jimmy to get to a hotel.

You're telling me

the manager of a car factory

is picking off lemi k's crew?

From what my friend

in the bureau tells me,

he used to be in a very

different line of work.

Black ops, special forces,

the real ghost stuff.

Are you shitting me?

Your driver's ready.

Baby, give me a second. Will ya?

Still, he's just one man.

Two.

Apparently he's teamed up

with his old partner.

Deal with it. Or you can forget

about becoming captain.

You'll be rotting in a jail.

Yeah?

Right next to you and your son.

Don't you threaten me.

Look.

We're gonna make this go away.

Yeah. I'm done with amateurs,

detective.

You get me professionals

to finish this job.

I don't care what it costs.

Oh, what a joke.

Her right eye's popping right

out of her head.

Rich b*tch.

Hey. Hold on for a second, man.

I got to take this call, man.

Hold on for a minute.

Dude.

You're jamming me right now.

I'm trying to...

Shut up.

Why are we light, Chuck?

Where the hell is your 50k

shipment from the tattoo parlor?

What? Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, we lost some staff, man.

No, we lost a shipment.

Now I'm not gonna accuse you.

I'm just gonna find you and jam

a crowbar up your ass

if that sh*t doesn't reappear

tonight.

You understand me?

All right, just chill.

All right?

Let me figure this sh*t out.

I got this.

I got Charley's number.

All right. Let's chit chat.

Mm-hmm.

What the hell?

What?

Should we pick the place?

No. Let him.

It'll make him feel safe.

Besides, I know that joint.

It's got plenty of exits.

You still go to clubs?

Eh, I like Korean food.

What can I get you?

Scotch on the rocks.

Scotch on the rocks.

Mind if I join you?

Ohhh.

Yeah.

No.

I got to take care

of some business tonight.

Business?

Call me!

Thank you.

You like that?

Yeah, I like that.

That's great.

So, you gonna come?

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