No Mercy Page #4

Look, can we talk about this?

I don't care about you.

I want Losado.

- I understand that.

- Do you f***ing understand?

You're right. I don't understand.

Kiss it goodbye.

Please, no!

I'll be in Algiers.

You tell Losado.

Second floor. If you want

a guest towel, it's an extra $10.

- Lf anybody...

- I never seen you.

Wrong. If anybody asks for Eddie

Jillette, tell them I'm upstairs.

Who else is staying here?

Well, at the moment...

I'm taking all the rooms.

There's no future in the job.

Go home.

It's still $10 for the extra towel.

He's not out there.

He won't come for you.

He's in the bayou tonight.

He'll come for me.

And that's what you want, isn't it?

Yes.

If you wanna die so bad...

...why don't you put that gun

to your head?

Go on.

I didn't come here to die.

Eddie, go.

Go.

You can still get out of here.

You can get out right now.

I can't leave.

Please, Eddie.

It's all right.

Say it. Say it.

Say my name.

Say Michel.

Michel.

- Say it.

- Michel.

- Say it.

- Michel, Michel, Michel.

Did you love her?

Who?

Your wife.

You ask an awful lot of questions.

- Too many?

- Maybe.

Did you?

Yes.

Do you still?

Are you a cop?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

What are you thinking?

How things fade, finally.

Do they?

Or do you just learn

to live with them?

You know, my mama's house

was old and noisy like this.

I used to think it sounded like voices.

Stop.

Right there. Shift your weight.

Okay, take a step to your right.

Okay, good. Right there.

What kind of house did you live in?

Like, when you were little.

No houses. Apartments. All of them

dumps. Take another step.

- When I was little...

- Okay, good.

...my mama used to put a drop of

perfume in a glass of water.

Then she said, " Michel,

now drink this right up...

...it'll make you feel pretty inside. "

That's it. Good.

Don't.

It's him.

Michel, listen to me.

I want you to go.

He'll be here soon. I want you

out of here when he comes.

No, I'm staying with you.

No, you're not.

You're leaving.

I want you to get as far away from

this stinking shithole as you can.

Whatever went down in Chicago's got

nothing to do with you. It's over.

You're free.

Michel, go on. This is your chance.

Get out of here.

You have to talk to me.

You have to talk to me right now.

We've got time.

We haven't talked or anything.

Just talk to me.

Just for a while.

You want to help me?

Please get out of here.

I won't let him kill you.

Together, we have a chance.

That's all I want. I love you.

I want time...

- I don't care about you!

- I want you.

Get the f*** out!

You couldn't stop this, could you?

Then what good are you, my friend?

He's a dead man, Michel.

For you.

All for you.

Don't come any closer unless

you're willing to die with him.

Let him live...

...and I'll come with you,

like before.

For good.

I always give you what you want, no?

Come.

Show him that you belong to me.

Come.

You'll die, my friend!

You'll die!

Oh, yes.

You'll burn, my friend.

You see that, shithead?

I got a one-bedroom apartment.

I don't cook.

I've got a colour TV.

I forget to do things:

Anniversaries, birthdays...

...Christmas.

When I'm on a job, I'm gone for days.

You understand?

I get drunk.

I yell at the people I love.

So what do you say?

What do you say?

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