Parker Page #2

You wanna be a

part of this, go finish him.

- You heard him, Hardwick!

- Go.

Get the f*** out of here!

We got to get out of here!

- Handle your business!

- C'mon, we gotta go!

Do it!

Blow his f***ing head off!

F***!

F***!

You're a f***ing pinsetter,

Parker!

- You're so f***ing stupid!

- Do it!

- C'mon!

- Let's go, let's go!

I didn't get

a good look at his face,

just that he was a priest.

So far as his build, that goes

I dunno.

I guess I'd say average.

Did he say anything to you?

Not really.

Nope.

Looks like a

man's shoe up there.

- That looks like blood.

- Yeah, look at that.

James, stop!

There's a man!

Boys,

stay in the truck.

- Do you think he's dead?

- I dunno.

You boys hang back.

I'm gonna check.

- Oh Sweet Jesus, c'mon.

- What do you want me to do, daddy?

He's alive!

Take him from this side.

C'mon now.

Pick him up. Let's go!

Help him, boys.

You scrub my back?

All these scars,

if you came into the ER

with these many holes I'd pray for more.

That's why I stay away from hospitals.

Stay still.

We get you to the hospital.

We gotcha.

A silver Suburban used by the thieves who

struck the neighboring Ohio State Fair on Monday,

was found in a strip mall across

the state in Cincinnati, Ohio.

The men made off

with approximately US$ 1m,

there are believed that

severe deadly fire when making their escape.

A 51-year-old Sedelia resident,

Charles Stompton was killed in that blaze

Anyone with information is asked to...

Don't get up.

You were shot.

- I'll call the nurse.

- Don't you call the nurse.

- Where am I?

- Kentucky.

You know what happened to you?

They don't even know your name.

- Are you crazy?

- Good morning ladies.

- Good morning.

- How' you today?

Ok, Mr. Quinn!

- Radiation is all set for you.

- Just a minute, the man needs some help.

Ok, ok, no problem.

Let me get you set,

- and I'll check him out.

- Man needs help. - C'mon.

- Get up, get up.

- He needs some help.

- Let's go, let's go.

- Help the man.

Ok. We have

to get to radiation.

- Pick your feet up.

- No.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Nurse.

Oh no.

Hey, hey stop.

Don't hurt him, please.

Oh my God.

Is he dead?

- He's dead. You killed him.

- No.

Praise the Lord.

Whats... what's

gonna happen now?

Please don't

hurt me, please.

They say he was shot?

Yeah, found on the

side of the road like were dead.

How long did it take you.

I need the chair to

hold up my weight.

Don't call attention to us and I'll let

you go as soon as we're outside, understand?

- Is he talking?

- No, he was still unconscious.

A farmer found him.

See you inside.

Hey, you look better.

You too.

Blow his f***ing head off!

Do it!

- Got it!

- Put it in the truck.

There ain't gonna be no ducks left.

I'll have to leave you.

Mr. Norte,

I'm a friend of Bob Hurley's.

Yeah. Listen,

I need some documents.

Don't worry about the money.

I start a new job in the morning.

Do what I say

and you won't get hurt.

Mine's bigger

than yours.

It's not the size,

it's how you use it.

- Get to hell?

- You got hurt cos you didn't do what I said.

Your bullet-proof

vest doesn't cover your legs.

- Next time I'll take out your eye.

- Who the f*** are you?

Do right to

feel you weren't at hospital.

- They'll get you, you know.

- Yeah, so don't sweat it.

So, I'll have the money,

you're insured and they'd be getting me.

Get up.

Remember I've

got a gun on ya.

- What's your name?

- Jack. People call me Jack.

C'mon, Jack.

What's your partner's name?

Oliver.

You say Oliver, I got

shot and this guy helped me, nothing else.

- I got shot. Thank God this guy helped.

- Jesus

It's small but it hurts.

He knows we're wearing

vests, he'll shoot you in the face.

Now can we just get this over

with so I can go to goddamn hospital?

Ok, Oliver.

Put Jack into the other room.

I need cash.

You know they're

gonna get you for this.

Yeah,

Jack already told me.

Sorry about the leg,

Jack.

Sit tight for 5 minutes

and we'll call you an ambulance.

Hey!

Come on in, senor.

You made

it in record time.

So, you're

Hurley's friend?

I'm glad you found us,

Mr...?

Won't you step

right this way.

You know,

this was my dad's business.

We make most of

our money at high schools.

You know, printing

year books, diplomas, stuff like that.

Need to buy a

car, get along

Name, birth

certificate and driver's license.

Sure.

Passport.

Anything else?

- Did you bring a picture?

- No.

Five days, my friend.

C'mon. Get out.

Run, move.

Hello?

It's Parker.

Yeah?

There was a

problem with the job.

- I need you to do 2 things for me.

- Yeah, name it.

First, let Claire know that I'll

be gone longer than I thought.

All right.

You got it.

Second, do you know where

I can get hold of that client Melander.

What happened?

I invoiced but

I wasn't able to collect.

Oh Jesus, Parker.

Are you all right?

Where is he?

This is not a good idea.

After you didn't call,

I did some checking,

it turns out that Melander

is not as

independent as I thought.

He's got connections.

Big connections.

We're talking Chicago.

Danzinger.

- So don't start anything.

- Hurley, it's me.

- Give me a name.

- Listen...

Hardwick is

the nephew of Danzinger.

- You understand?

- Gimme a name!

Jesus Christ.

All right, here's what I got.

His brother, Bobby Hardwick,

owns bars on Bourbon Street,

plus a

rock 'n' roll club.

Now listen, you be real careful.

These are bad guys.

- Are you invited? -

Yeah. - Right, go ahead.

- I need to see Bobby Hardwick.

- Not gonna happen.

Tell him Mr. Danzinger

sent me.

Wait here.

Idiot!

Get out.

I got 300 people down there and you're

telling me you only got 200 paid.

That means I

got a 100 f***ing guests.

- Who are these f***ing guests?

- Relax buddy.

Now don't tell

me to relax, you understand?

- What?

- Bobby Hardwick?

Out.

Private.

I need you to tell

me where your brother is.

- Get him the f*** out of here.

- C'mon, you heard...

Your brother went off on

a job with a man named Melander.

You know how

f***ing connected I am, chief?

They took money

that belongs to me.

Tell me where they

are and I'll get out of your hair.

Do you have any

concept of the unholy sh*t storm

you are about to unleash

by f***ing with me, do you?

First, I should

tell you myself personally:

I always follow through.

Always.

- F*** you!

- You gonna tell me what I need to know,

or I'm gonna press down

on this chair until it crushes your trachea.

Trust me,

it's agonizing.

Plus there's the posthumous

humiliation of having been killed with a chair.

- Florida

- Go, go!

- Where in Florida?

- Palm Beach!

- Palm Beach, for chrissake!

- Bobby!

- You ok?

- F***ing get him! Get him!

Hi.

You know what to do.

Claire. We should

keep that thing on.

Look, Trevor may find his way up there.

Think you'd better talk to a travel agent.

Tomorrow.

- Yeah?

- Hurley, time for a vacation.

Yeah.

There's nothing

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