Kill'em All Page #2

- Where is he?

What the hell?

Where is he?

Dr Todd?

Where is he?

I've never trusted you,

you son of a b*tch.

You were always the sheep

hiding among the wolves,

now you're going to die.

Out of bullets, a**hole?

F***!

No, I don't get it.

Why did you stay? I don't get it.

Why not run?

I don't know.

I'm a nurse, it's my job to help people.

Look, at this point, all I knew is that

there was a crazy, insane, violent dude

blocking my only exit.

I was scared. I didn't want to die.

This guy seemed like someone

who could help me stay alive.

Come on. Please!

Look, I don't know what you want me to say.

I didn't do anything but survive.

Since when is surviving a tragedy a crime?

This is a matter of national security.

And you have no rights.

Until we're satisfied with all

your answers, you got it?

If he's going to keep acting like this,

then I'm just gonna stop talking

and you two can go f*** yourselves.

- Hey. Hey.

- I don't need this.

You need me, remember?

You need to pull that stick

out of your ass. - Mark!

What?

Shut up.

Can you just go and check

on the computer system

or do something, please?

Yeah, I need to take a whiz.

Fantastic. I don't care. Just go.

Give us a second.

- Enjoy it.

- Thank you.

Sorry.

Go ahead.

What's going on?

You're hurt.

You have to let me stitch your arm.

Please! Let's get out of here.

Come on, we can go in here.

Come on, please.

Come on. Right in here. Come on.

Come on.

Take your jacket off.

Here, let me help you.

What do you think?

Here, look. I don't think she's lying.

Come on, b*tch.

Give me something. Anything.

She's lying.

I can smell it.

- Agent Holman?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

All right.

Look what I found under the Christmas tree.

Uh-huh!

They were all there?

Yeah, apparently a goddamned reunion.

What are you talking about?

Oh, well,

the ex-Serbian Minister's security team.

- Yeah.

- Recognise any of them?

So this is the deal.

Klaus is the leader.

What's going on?

- He's here.

- Did you kill him?

Son of a b*tch escaped.

This isn't normal...

He is just one man.

Find him

and kill him like a f***ing dog.

- For your brother.

- I will.

Go.

He's in the building.

Be ready.

Okay. Okay.

Dusan is the intimate type,

likes to work close in.

He seems to prefer small-calibre firearms

and sharp objects to do his damage.

And from our reports,

he seems to really love his job.

A real piece of work.

He was here in LA

just a few months ago

and that's the last we heard of him.

And then, we have Almira.

Now she's a bad, bad girl.

Hey, baby.

It is a little hot in here, isn't it?

I had a really good time tonight.

The dinner was excellent!

Why didn't you order any desert?

I wasn't really in the mood.

But now I am...

The question is...

Are you?

Love, where is your hair?

Gone on vacation?

And you will go soon...

Nice.

A long vacation...

Don't work.

Work kills.

What are you doing?

Bye, love.

"SANDERS". Ivan is the muscle.

He can fight. But usually,

he doesn't need to.

Have a nice day.

Second floor, third, fourth...

Go on.

Yeah,

those were the people who tried to kill me.

What did Phillip tell you?

Did he tell you what happened to him?

That's when

he started to trust me.

Are we gonna be able to get out of here?

How many people are trying to kill you?

What are we supposed to do now?

"SUZANNE". He told me he worked with them.

He said he was here in LA for business.

His boss had an important meeting

at the Plaza Hotel.

And he was part of his security team.

But that's when things went terribly wrong.

"HOLMAN". Yeah, things went wrong...

But, listen, we're more interested

in what Phillip told you.

What's his version?

I wasn't there.

I can only tell you what he said.

Hola, amigo.

- Cmo ests?

- Bueno.

- Muchas gracias.

- De nada.

I need your help

to get me to the fifth floor.

This hospital is basically abandoned

except for emergency operations.

But I know a back way.

So, I can help you.

Do they have power there?

Yes.

Okay. We've got to get

to him before they do.

Make it faster. Please.

I don't have anaesthesia.

That's okay. Please.

Hold still.

So after all this you still went with him.

What do you think I should have done?

Run down the stairs

and ask the guys with guns

to tell me their side of the story?

I don't know.

Can I tell you something

about your new friend?

He's nothing but a cold-blooded killer.

How was I supposed to know that?

Not five minutes before, he saved my life

- from a guy with a gun to my head.

- Hmm.

I just wanted to live.

I don't see how you can't understand that.

So then you helped him

get to the Serbian ex-Minister.

Helped?

Yeah, if running and hiding

in a closet is helping,

then sure, yeah, I helped him.

No. I'm not accusing you of...

You might not be, but your friend here keeps

acting like it's a crime I'm still alive.

We're just trying to piece things together.

Just to make sure that everything adds up.

Hmm.

Want me to get you a calculator?

Now, that's funny.

But it doesn't add up.

Can I tell you something

about your friend Phillip?

See, Phillip was born

in former Yugoslavia.

At that time, Yugoslavia was held together

by a communist dictator

with the name, Tito.

And it wasn't until the end of the Cold War

around '88 or '89

when the wall came tumbling down

that the whole communist system collapsed.

And with it, Yugoslavia.

Seven different ethnic groups

now became seven independent countries.

And Serbia had its brilliant idea

of starting a war.

They invaded their neighbours

Croatia, Slovenia and Bosnia.

Big war erupted.

And over 300,000 people dead

and one million scattered in exile.

UN? Nah. They did little to nothing.

It wasn't until the US together with NATO

started to bomb the crap out of Serbia

that this war finally could come to an end.

Phillip had a father.

A political activist and journalist.

Albanian.

Now, that's a hot topic over there

in the Balkans

to be a journalist and political activist.

And he opposed the war.

Especially, the ethnic cleansing.

He told the world about this problem.

And he received death threats

and he was forced

to move his family constantly.

Eventually, his enemies caught up with him.

Are you okay?

Go, go, go.

That day changed

Phillip's life forever

and set the stage for what happened today.

Dusan, what's going on?

Dusan?

Dusan, are you OK?

F***! F***!

F***! F***! F***!

Psst.

"'Are YOU okay?"

I'm okay.

Should we take the elevator?

No, the stairs. It's safer.

Okay. Let's go.

So then you knew.

Knew what?

You know, I'm a nurse

not a super sleuth like you.

My job is to trust what people tell me,

so I can give them the best care possible.

Can you stop rubbing

this noble nurse sh*t in my face?

I'm not buying it.

All right, all right, okay, let's just

take it down a notch here, all right?

Suzanne, we are not the bad guys.

And the more information we get,

the better we can do our jobs.

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