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Kite
1
Good evening.
Damn deplorable.
I know what you people are doing,
bringing young girls here all hours.
You know too much maybe...
- Miss Four Eyes.
- Oh! I can't see!
Then keep headlights off me
or I put them out for good.
Nyet. Nyet.
Take that to the Emir.
Oh.
What the hell is going on?
I can't find my glasses.
Lowlife imps. Panderers.
Persons entering a no-go zone
insufficient law enforcement personnel
You are entering a no-go zone
and do so at your own risk.
My name is Sawa.
My father was a cop
who fought the flesh-cartels,
but the Emir killed him, him and my mother.
So one by one I kill them back
until they lead me to the Emir.
That's all I remember.
- It's mine! Mine!
- It's mine!
- No, stop it!
- Mine!
Numbers!
And I want to tell you something else.
My son has got an idea to get a suit.
Contaminating my crime scene, Prinsloo?
Oh, jeez. You're always on my back, Aker.
Looks like somebody used a land mine
Mikhail Kratsov.
Third trafficker put out of work this week.
Who's the coffin-dodger?
Blind as a mole.
Pretty Face and they went at it.
No Pretty Face did that.
So, what you hiding in your hand there,
Prinsloo?
Exploding nine millimeter shell.
Outlawed tactical weapon
issued only to security forces.
Well, maybe, Lieutenant,
someone in law enforcement
is getting tired of these flesh merchants
buying out the cops and the courts.
Like you, Prinsloo?
That's called "extrajudicial
assassination."
Still against the law, last I heard.
Now it's all yours...
just the way you like it.
The Emir... my parents...
The Emir...
- Got to find him. I have to find him.
I can't remember...
I need amp.
Sawa, honey.
Don't forget.
What took you?
Ever tweezered brains out of ceiling tile?
Where's my amp?
I need my head cleared. I'm flashing.
Your amp.
That's all you could find?
Two's already too many, you ask me.
Look at you, shaking from withdrawal.
Listen to me...
before this sh*t kicks in
and you forget everything again.
It's a nice Bolognese you made of Kratsov.
Congratulations.
But you left a witness.
He was hurting her.
Well, now they know it's a girl...
with access to police weapons.
If the cops know it, sooner or later
some rat in that corrupt department
they call a security force
sells it to the cartels.
Kratsov made a call to his partner.
There's a meeting in the safe
zone with the Thornhills.
I wrote it down.
He's trolleying for the Thornhills.
They're here to buy girls put on
a shipment set up by the Emir.
This is the Emir, Karl.
It's what we've waited for.
Look, Sawa, I want to get these
deviants as badly as you do,
but I'm looking out for you like
your father would've wanted.
I owe him that.
I get to the Thornhills,
I get inside the shipment
with the other girls,
I get the Emir.
So, can we do this?
It's an addiction, you know.
No kidding.
Not the amp.
The lust for revenge.
A Pretty Face is asking for ya.
Is she now?
Help you, love?
You're Vic Thornhill?
I don't believe we've had the pleasure.
Be a good girl and remind me,
who extended this invitation?
Kratsov. He said there was work.
You could get me transit out of here?
Today? Well, isn't that a peculiar anomaly?
Last I heard, Kratsov had
shuffled off the ol' mortal coil.
You all right, Jeppie?
Looking fairly pensive, mate.
Tell me,
this young lady says she was sent
here for gainful employment.
I'm wondering if perhaps
you've made her acquaintance.
I've never seen her before.
Well, that's moderately
perplexing, isn't it?
'Cause she says she knows your partner.
You Kratsov's partner?
Well, allow me to rephrase that,
because unless you're in business
with a bloody great pile of meat,
former partner would be the proper
mot juste in this case, wouldn't it?
Kratsov meets lots of girls.
He's a trolley.
I can't vouch for her.
You can't vouch for much, can you?
We... we foray here with a great
expenditure of time and money,
of which the latter you've gladly partaken.
And then you tell me
someone's cocked Kratsov
and you've got no talent to sell,
and then this girl shows up
bandying my name about.
You're useless as a codless wank,
aren't you, Jeppie?
Well, go on. Search her.
Give me her purse.
Oh.
I like that. Naughty, naughty.
Oh, right. You come well
equipped, don't you?
I'm inclined to say we let this young lady
do her dog and pony for me old man.
And if he gives her the thumbs up,
then we book her.
We'll at least have one girl,
then, won't we, Jeppie?
I mean, one is better than none.
I've just come from your competitor.
Staggie. Staggie.
And that rubbish he's peddling,
nothing but Numbers gang skanks
straight off the street.
So I will expect quality merchandise
or a full refund on the advance, Jeppie.
I told you, Kratsov trollies the girls.
He handles the money.
You find our cash
or I'll shove this pen up your bloody
nasal passage into your frontal lobe.
Are you gonna get me on
the shipment or not?
Oh, don't worry, pet.
You'll love me old man, Clive.
Much nuts, he is.
Right, off to see Staggie.
You all right in there, boss?
Dead keen.
Ooh, I'll do what you want me to
You can turn me inside out
You make me feel so tied up
Oh, like an animal
In a cage
Like an animal
In a cage
Like an animal...
Like an animal
In a cage
Like an animal
In a cage
Like an animal...
Clive told me to bring my toys.
The shipment for the Emir.
When's it go out?
Who the hell are you?
Where? When?
Six-six. Jeppie. Staggie.
Cops, stay down.
Sawa, I'm not here to fight.
Who are you?
You know me.
Oburi.
I don't remember.
Amp'll do that to you.
Yeah? What would you know about it?
Amp? It's used by security forces for PTSD.
Erases emotional trauma,
makes you feel invincible.
No, what would you know about me
being on it, is what I'm asking.
It's a tad obvious, isn't it?
Sawa, it's also a memory cleanser.
- It erases your past.
- Sounds great.
Look,
I get wanting to get rid of the bad stuff.
What about the good stuff?
Remind me what that would be.
You even remember your parents' faces?
I remember my parents.
I remember that the Emir killed them
and that's why I'm on the amp...
to make sure he never forgets it.
Sawa, if you can't remember
what your parents looked like,
then you've lost them a second time.
Killing the Emir's not
gonna bring them back.
I knew your parents.
How?
Get off the amp?
Come find me at the old cinema.
But the old cinema's Numbers territory.
I get off the amp and you sell
me to the Numbers, is that it?
A police action is now underway.
All persons within...
It erases your past.
It's also a memory cleanser.
You've lost them a second time.
He killed them.
Their faces.
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget,
don't forget, don't forget.
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