No Mercy Page #2

Move it!

Get out!

I can't! I can't get out!

This isn't a job for you.

- We can handle it.

- Your friend, maybe. But not you.

Go home to your wife.

What makes you think I'm married?

I can tell. You don't belong here.

I'm waiting for Eddie.

Stop!

I'm a police officer!

Stop the f***ing car! Stop it!

Where you going?

It's over.

What's over?

Life, my friend.

All right, now. Hold it.

I'm a police officer.

My partner's in trouble.

Get out of the elevator.

I want you to call 911

and get help right away!

Out of the elevator.

- Make the call.

- Get out.

Make the call!

Police!

Joey?

Joey?

How you doing?

You okay?

Eddie, what happened?

He was waiting for me.

I was late.

He always tried to prepare me for this.

It's part of being

a cop's wife, right?

He'd want you to have that.

He loved you.

You look like stale piss.

What were you and Collins

doing with the victim?

He thought we were hit men.

He wanted us to whack a guy

in New Orleans.

Jesus Christ!

Who was this guy?

Paul Deveneux. Sent a bag of ashes

to his family in New Orleans.

Real sweethearts.

Whoever Deveneux wanted to waste,

he got him first, huh?

So who was this?

I never got a name.

That's great, Jillette.

What were you two doing?

Driving around in the moonlight?

You talk to the cops down there?

You tell them about Joey?

They say that's our problem.

My problem.

It's different down there.

You don't know New Orleans.

They don't even talk like us.

I'll make myself understood.

Mr. Deveneux will see you now.

Thanks.

Detective Jillette.

Allan Deveneux. I'm Paul's cousin.

I talked to your superiors.

I don't know what I can add.

Bernice, Mr. Jillette.

And Susan is Paul's wife.

I know this is difficult,

but I'd like to ask a few questions.

- Mint julep?

- No, thanks.

What business was your husband in?

Agriculture, oil, that sort of thing.

- Was he having any financial problems?

- We never discussed them.

Was anything troubling him?

Any enemies?

Not that I know of. I knew very

little about Paul's personal life.

Know what he was doing in Chicago?

He hired me to kill somebody.

Susan has been under terrible strain,

and that kind of inquiry won't help.

- Does Michel mean anything to you?

- No.

She was with him.

Tattoo on her right shoulder.

A tattoo?

I'm gonna miss Paul.

He was a very amusing man.

I appreciate your coming down here.

I wish I could help more.

It seems your people

don't know a great deal...

...apart from a lady with a tattoo.

- You find that amusing?

I need to see his personal papers:

Phone bills, credit cards,

address books.

I don't intend to prolong this tragedy.

I hope you understand.

- I understand.

- Goodbye, Mr. Jillette.

Now, you should understand me.

I don't drink mint juleps,

and I don't care...

...about you or your

batshit dead cousin.

I'm looking for the bastard

that gutted my partner.

And with or without your help,

I'll get him.

You've just made a very big mistake.

About you? About you?

You? No. Not about you.

The place your mother

warned you about!

Male and female shows on-stage.

Disgusting! You'll love this.

And you get in free right now.

Men and women.

They're all real,

homegrown, no soy.

See the grisly acts of passion

just as they happened.

See the basement where

Angeline buried her lovers.

I came here for the weekend, and

I met this local girl. Name's Michel.

Blond, blue-eyed, about 5'6."

She's got this terrific tattoo

right behind her right shoulder.

It's a blue parrot, and I wanna

get one just like it.

I think she said she got it

at your place.

You don't do parrots.

Know any place that does?

Thanks anyway.

- Freeze, motherf***er!

- Lieutenant Hall...

We're police.

Someone's been on my tail.

What'd he look like?

I didn't see him.

- You saw somebody you didn't see?

- You're a comedian.

No, you're the comedian.

This is my town. You check with me

before you piss in my streets.

Make house calls like you're somebody.

Deveneux filed a complaint.

- Bullshit.

- He's got a witness.

F***ing bullshit!

I'm not f***ing around!

You cross me, and I'll grease a pole

that slides you into a tub of sh*t.

Somebody guts my partner, and you're

thinking nasty things about me.

I'm sorry about your partner.

But I want you out of here tomorrow.

Get him out of here.

Algiers?

Where's that?

You're on a plane

tomorrow morning, Jillette.

That's tomorrow.

Across the bridge.

Look, you go asking

questions in Algiers...

...they'll cut your tongue out

and throw it in the river.

Thanks.

Not really.

Anybody speak English here?

I'm looking for Cara Jones.

Do you know her?

Cara Jones.

A black girl.

Where is she?

Where is who?

Michel.

I don't know no Michel.

I don't know anything.

- Day or night?

- What?

Is it day or night?

Night.

See, you do know something.

Don't ever lie to me again.

You a tough guy?

Tough enough.

Michel here tonight?

Who wants to know?

A friend.

I doubt it.

You remember me?

I just read you your rights.

You're under arrest, lady.

This is what's gonna happen.

You and I are gonna walk

out of this joint...

...you're gonna keep

your fat mouth shut.

You got it. Huh?

Move.

Jillette.

- Eddie Jillette.

- What?

Eddie Jillette. Say it.

Eddie Jillette.

You say anything else,

you're history.

You shoot, they'll kill you.

Think I give a sh*t about dying?

Go! Move!

Run!

Don't even think about it!

Move over there! Move! Move!

Come on! Move it!

Stop the car!

Stop the goddamn car. Get out!

Get out of the car.

Move it.

Get in.

Sh*t.

Get your head down.

Keep it down.

I'll tell you when to die.

- Got a light?

- Yeah.

Went in right here.

He's gone, man.

He's gone.

Michel?

Where are you?

Not a word, or you go under.

Nothing.

Call to me.

Try him.

He thinks you're his prisoner.

Jillette.

Eddie Jillette.

Sure, I know your name.

I'll make you a deal...

...Eddie Jillette.

Let Michel go.

You don't want her.

You want me.

Come out.

Face me.

Just the two of us.

You kill me...

...you go home...

...safe.

I guarantee.

But...

...if you make me come after you...

...you die, for sure...

...like an animal.

Like your friend.

I cut him open...

...Eddie Jillette.

Like a pig.

Losado!

Losado!

Kick.

You wanna live, start kicking.

Michel.

I swear, I didn't say nothing.

You talked to him.

No.

Yes, my friend.

Sorry to end your beauty sleep, lady.

You know where we are?

How far did we drift?

How should I know?

Jesus Christ!

I can't stand these anymore.

Help me get them off.

You're tough.

Why don't you gnaw it off?

Give me the key. I can't go anywhere.

Give me the key.

I wish I could.

I lost it in the river.

I've got to get them off.

They won't get off.

- I can't stand it!

- You're gonna hurt yourself.

Get them off!

I've gotta get away from you!

Hold it!

You're gonna hurt yourself!

Now shut up!

Damn boat!

Stupid idiot.

You shut the f*** up!

Well, you lead the way, okay?

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