Payback Page #4

to one man. Who?

Mr. Bronson,

I have Mr. Carter on the line.

Put him through.

Go ahead, sir.

Carter, how's business?

- Good till now.

- You want to see me, Dad?

Hang on, Carter.

Look in that green box, Johnny.

Are you kidding me?

Is it the convertible?

You thought I forgot.

Happy birthday, son.

This car? And Nick's got us ringside

at the fight tonight.

It'll be a good one.

My money's on Rankin.

No, Hicks is favored.

- That's got nothing to do with it.

- I got to go.

Thanks.

Happy birthday.

- Drive safe.

- You got it.

Sorry. What is it?

I have a problem. There's a man

in my office with a gun...

...who says he'll kill me

if we don 't pay him...

...$130,000 that one of our guys

stole from him.

It's 70. How much is

this guy Carter worth to you?

What do you mean?

Either I get my money

or I'll kill Carter.

Are you threatening me?

I'm not threatening you.

I'm threatening Carter.

An audacious man. Who are you?

My money, yes or no?

No.

Carter?

What's going on there?

You just don't get it,

do you, you dumbfuck?

Carter, talk to me.

Call Fairfax and tell him

I croaked Carter.

And he's next. After that,

I'm coming to get you.

Are you out of your mind?

You just dug your own grave.

- I don't see any cash.

- They write you a check?

I have to go and see another guy.

Last one.

Then we got a dead woman and assault

to talk to you about.

That means more paperwork.

And we don't like paperwork.

Damn shame, Porter.

But don't let the bastards

get you down.

That's right. Don't give up.

Can I have my piece?

Nice roscoe.

Heavy enough to be a nutcracker.

We'll be in touch, Rocky.

Keep up the good work.

Nobody likes a monkey on their back.

I had three.

And they were cramping my style.

I was going to

have to lighten the load.

Where have you been?

I was taking care of business.

Evening up the odds.

They won't stop until they kill us,

will they?

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I got you involved.

So why did you?

You're a clever guy.

You didn't need me.

So why did you?

Yeah, you're right.

When I came back,

I came back here with nothing.

No life. No hope.

You were the only good thing

that hadn't been taken.

I couldn't stay away.

I had to see you to make sure

I wasn't in hell.

So why don't we get out of here?

- We can't.

- Why?

They won't stop until they bury us.

So?

So we bury them first.

I should have quit.

I should have driven you

somewhere else.

That's me!

Happy birthday, Johnny.

- You are the man!

- This is your night.

I'm your birthday present.

- Who's that?

- You sons of b*tches!

We didn't do it.

Dude, she's so hot.

Oh, man, she's so fine.

You're all over it. Go!

Look at this guy!

Dad's really hooking him up.

Boy, you are cute, aren't you?

You must have some pretty

wonderful friends, Johnny.

Wealthy too, because I'm not cheap.

Don't wait up, boys.

I promise he won't be home

before midnight.

See you!

Damn!

That's a good boy.

Yeah, right there.

Relax.

Who's the professional here?

So go with it.

I promise you won't regret it.

There, baby.

Relax, kid.

No one will get hurt.

Get hurt?

What's he talking about?

Glad to have you back, Mr. Fairfax.

I wish I was glad. I was swimming

with dolphins this morning.

Easy! It's genuine alligator.

What's the matter with you?

Sorry, Mr. Fairfax.

How's it going, Charlie?

Porter and Fairfax.

That'll be a short conversation.

Between us and our neighborhood cops,

I'd say we got him well covered.

Walter, wake up.

Wake up!

Keep those bags up, boys.

Come on.

Who are you?

I'm the reason you're home early.

You're Porter?

That's it. Keep them up

or I'll drill you.

What will you have me do?

Stand on my head?

I want you to do me a favor.

Call Mr. Bronson.

See what we can do

about getting my money back.

He let Carter die.

That poor bastard's

better off dead anyway.

He'd probably let me die too.

With Carter,

he thought I was bluffing.

Try him. He might be more

receptive than you think.

All right.

You two are fired.

Well, it's like this.

I'm in my living room.

There's a man named Porter...

...who says that

he expects you to pay him.

Of course.

He wants to talk to you.

Put on the speaker.

- This is Porter.

- You got balls, Porter.

You've proven to be a pain

in the ass. A mosquito.

To get rid of you,

I'll swat you with 130 grand.

It's not a hund...

- What the hell are you doing?

- Fairfax?

It's all right. He's just

killing my alligator bags...

...and shooting holes in my suits.

That's mean, man!

You aren't listening.

It's not 130...

No, you listen.

You'll get your money,

but you'll never live to enjoy it.

You let me worry about that.

I want you to deliver

the money yourself.

You're one hell of an optimist.

What makes you think

I'll deliver it myself?

If you don't,

you'll never see Johnny again.

He didn 't come home last night.

He's good-looking,

but you indulge him too much.

I told him so.

Bullshit. You haven't got him.

- You're not that stupid.

- My dad never bought me a Ferrari.

I had to steal my first one.

Nice inscription on the key chain.

A little sappy.

Want me to read it?

You're dead.

Nobody fucks with my family.

You hear me?

You're a dead man.

That's Johnny, unless you

turn up with the money.

Is that a yes?

What? Cat got your crotch?

Some decisions are hard.

Where?

I'll let you know.

I'll be in touch.

You just signed your

death warrant for $130,000.

I don't get that. What is it?

The principle?

Stop it, I'm getting misty.

And tell him it's 70.

Seventy?

What do you mean, it's only 70?

Only 70,000?

My suits are worth more than that!

Listen to this:

"Ocean Ray Sundancer.

Icemaker. Camper canvas.

Vacuum-flush head.

Eighty thousand bucks."

He ain't going to have it.

You want to bet?

No, I don't want to bet.

I'm out 140 already.

He better come down with something.

Hicks. Leary.

We're Holland and Van Owen.

Internal Affairs.

Back off.

We're on a stakeout.

Step out of the car.

What for?

Step out of the car, detectives.

What the hell's going on?

I don't know.

Is this your badge?

The one you reported missing?

Where'd you find it?

Where did you lose it?

Does this belong to you?

It's Porter. Follow him.

I got that motherf***er.

Get in.

Close the door.

Set the roscoe on the floor.

Slow!

I'm going to turn you in

to the Outfit for a reward.

Maybe they'll ask me to join,

and I'll be on easy street.

Medical. Dental.

I'm going to walk you right in.

Porter on the hoof.

Unless you get rambunctious.

Then I'll take care of you...

Are you going to kill me?

Let him go!

Now.

Hubba, hubba, hubba.

Who are you?

What are you doing?

Fat boy!

Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Stop it. Stop it.

I hate this. I hate it!

Look at this stinking place!

What's with you?

Tell us where he is

so we can get out of here.

Come on.

Too late now.

He doesn't want to say anything.

He just wants to get beat up,

that's all.

Here it is.

That's as close as

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