Pawn Page #2

- What's he doing?

Singing f***ing show tunes. he's a cop.

We gotta get outta here now.

He's standing outside

his cruiser smoking a fag.

Cops come in here all the time.

It's a diner.

Right.

Then let's give him

the warm and friendly f***ing

"Be Brite" experience then,

shall we?

It's business as usual.

You and you

back behind the counter.

- What?

- Chef and your mates,

back in the kitchen.

Let's go.

And to all you nice people,

back to your dinner.

Back to chitchat,

back to coffee,

whatever it is that

you'd normally be doing

if I wasn't here

f***ing up your day.

On your feet,

back to your tables.

I can't do this.

Hey, look at me.

Yes, you can.

Let's go! Come on!

Come on!

Bill, I'm gonna need you

in the kitchen

in case the chef decides

to get knife-happy.

- Where are you gonna be?

- Behind the counter

- in case the old boy gets lively.

- Okay.

Oh, Christ.

Eh, Bonnie, is it?

Darling, if you're crying

when someone comes in here,

they're gonna think something's wrong.

Now, you wouldn't want someone

to get hurt, would you?

- No.

- Big smiles all around, then, eh?

- Yeah?

- Okay.

Yeah. I want him out of here

as soon as possible, understood?

Yea-- yeah.

Where you want me, boss?

- Take one of the back tables.

- Right.

No f***in' about.

Here, here.

It's all right.

- Hello.

- Hey, Yuri.

Good to see you, Will.

What do you say, Will?

Slow night, huh?

Got kinda busy

about 10 minutes ago.

It's time to play, you ready?

I'm kinda busy right now.

You want piece of pie?

- Oh, pie.

- Pie.

No, I just want some coffee.

You got it.

How long that pot

been sitting out there?

I just made it-- fresh pot--

right before it got busy, Will.

More coffee?

You haven't even put

any coffee in my cup yet, Charlie.

- Damn.

- Sh*t.

God damn it, Aaron.

I'm not real with it today,

you know what I mean?

You want cream and sugar?

Cream.

I'll take it as it is.

So whose move is it?

Hmm, Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

Whose move is it?

Your move.

It's your move, Will.

You know what,

I gotta take a leak.

Why don't you top this off again

and I'll be right back

and we'll get into the game.

Sure.

Take your time.

- Yeah.

- I came in like we planned,

but something's not right out here.

I think this-- this Brit,

he showed up early.

What are you talking about?

You told me there

was gonna be one guy.

Now, Charlie is giving me

signals out here

like there's

a whole crew out here.

F***, I told him to go in alone.

What do you mean

they're giving signals?

Are they in there or aren't they?

They're hiding from me. They're acting

like this is business as usual.

This is not what we discussed.

They were supposed to

come in, sit tight

until this played out so Yuri wouldn't

suspect that we were involved.

Now I got f*** knows

how many guys out here with guns

and they're thinking

that I'm the bad guy.

Did you even tell the Brit

that I was gonna be in here?

Step out, step out of the stall.

Step out of the stall

with your hands up.

What's going on? Will?

Step out.

Get the f*** out!

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Somebody's robbing this place.

No, sh*t.

Step forward.

Up against the wall.

- Who the f*** are you?

- I'm just a customer, man.

I was in here when it started.

You call 9-1-1?

Yeah, of course.

Did you hear that?

No, there's a customer

that was in the stall hiding.

He called 9-1-1.

His name is Nick.

- Davenport.

- Nick Davenport.

Did he hear everything

you just said?

Yeah.

I'll get back to you.

Attention, all units.

- Sh*t.

- at the Be Brite Diner.

All units report

to location immediately.

Code three.

Repeat, attention, all units.

at the Be Brite Diner.

Turn around.

So what are you

really doing here?

What the f***

are you really doing here?

I told you, man.

I just came in to take a piss.

Don't lie to me.

All hell broke loose.

I called the cops,

for Christ's sake.

Till I figure out

what the f***'s going on,

this is going with me.

I want you to stay right here.

All right, kid?

Friend of yours?

What happened

after the cop got killed?

That's when things

really started to get bad.

- What the f***'s going on?

- Cop was onto us.

Found him in the toilet

with this one.

- So you just shot him?

- Yes, Billy.

That's where all the blood

came from.

- Mate--

- What do you care?

I don't give a f***,

but I've got a funny feeling

that every other cop

in a 10-mile radius might.

Look, I've told you once already,

you want out,

there's the f***ing door.

Maybe, if we're lucky,

he didn't make the call

before you got into him.

That's the spirit.

Now give our new friend here

the once-over.

I don't want any more surprises.

No, no.

No, no.

- Cell phone.

- I don't have one.

That's nice.

Almost time.

On your feet.

I said on your feet!

Bollocks.

You, help him up.

Help him up.

Charlie, come on.

Come on.

Off you go, then.

Give me the bag.

Keep an eye on 'em.

Come on.

For your face.

You, that's far enough.

Let's go.

It's 12:
00.

Open it.

Back up! Get the f*** back!

Back in the f***ing corner!

What the f***'s going on

back there?!

Looks like

a f***ing road accident.

Cloud...

silver lining.

- Glad you came?

- Ask me that

if we get out of here

in one piece.

Off you go, then.

How we hold it down

- Say...

- We be all around

- Say aluminum.

- I don't want to.

Come on,

but it sounds so sexy.

Aluminum.

Now say herb.

Herb.

I love the way you talk.

Really?

What about the way I--

Don't move! Drop it!

Don't try it, a**hole.

Sit down.

Get outta here.

Sorry, love.

You don't pay your girlfriend

to clean up here?

What do you want?

- I need one more favor.

- We had a deal.

You said the last time

we were done.

You're gonna be interested

in this one.

Don't look so f***ing upset,

it's easy.

I just need you to get me

a hard drive with some names on it.

Names?

- What names?

- Yours amongst others.

Mine?

Yours, too, I wager.

It's the big box of secrets

to keep everyone in line

and it belongs

to an associate of ours.

Yuri Mikhalev.

He may look like

a sweet old man,

but he runs organized crime

in Connecticut.

Behind all the rackets,

all the big jobs,

Mikhalev moving chess pieces.

That drive's his

get-out-of-jail-free card.

I wouldn't want it falling

into the wrong hands,

and that's exactly

what's gonna happen

in the next 48 hours

if the FBI raids his safe.

We've got a police informant

inside of Yuri's organization.

The FBI are gonna hit us.

It's on for the 12th,

you got that?

I don't understand

why he's not moving the drive

and I can't ask him

about the message

because I'm not supposed

to know about it.

I think Yuri's selling us out

to the Feds.

- Is there any money in it?

- You're gonna be robbing a joint.

You get me what I need

and everything else you find is yours.

- I'm gonna need my crew.

- No, no crew.

Is that understood?

You go in alone

two minutes before midnight.

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