Playing God Page #4

You can't bury him

in a cemetery. You gotta call

an undertaker, man.

The undertaker's

gonna call the cops

when he sees him, man.

You want the cops on our ass?

What do you suggest we do?

I don't know, man.

Who cares? Just ditch him.

Bullshit.

Guys, do you mind

if I let you settle this?

No, no, no, no, no.

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna do a skin graft.

It's gonna cover up the wound.

They'll think he died

of a heart attack.

The coroner will do an autopsy.

He'll know that he didn't die

of a heart attack.

We'll say he's you know...

Jews, with the hair and hat.

A Jew?

Yeah. You can't do

an autopsy on one of them.

I saw it on L.A. law.

Yeah, but look at him.

He's a f***in' Mick.

Make him a Jew, man.

What are you talking about?

Change his f***ing nose!

Change his f***ing dick!

Make him a Jew!

Do it!

I think you gotta

get ahold of yourself.

- You can't do that?

- No. I cannot do that.

F***!

Hey, man.

I'm sorry, man.

I think you just better

get outta here, man.

Get off the bus!

Get the f*** off the bus!

Get the f***...

Quack! Quack! Quack!

What's up, doc?

Get the f*** out of my house!

Go back to wherever...

Tell him I'm tired

of his bullshit!

I am finished!

Tell Raymond to leave me alone!

I'm Thomas gage.

I'm with the f.B.I.

What the f*** do you want?

I want you

to let go of my neck.

Look at this.

I mean, look at this.

This is not how a doctor lives.

No. I mean, this is squalor.

I mean, you did go

to med school, right?

What, are you gonna arrest me

for failure to live up

to my potential?

Here. I want

to show you something.

Is this good sh*t?

I mean, it looks good.

You know what it looks like?

It looks to me like...

Like, ten years.

What?

You know, with your priors,

ten years mandatory.

And then there's practicing

without a license.

Another five. Maybe eight.

Depending, you know?

Tax evasion.

Consorting with

known criminals.

What are you trying to tell me?

I'm tryin' to tell you

that you're f***ed.

Et cetera, et cetera,

et cetera.

Hey, listen, doc. I understand.

No, I-I do. I'm a cop.

I-I love being a cop.

If somebody took my badge away,

I-I don't know what I'd do.

So I sympathize. I do.

But that doesn't make it right.

Raymond blossom was annoying

when he was knocking off

Michael Jackson records,

but in the last week,

I've got a morgue

full of dead people, here.

So, I'm sorry for you,

but I need this guy.

You want me to get

Raymond for you?

Well, I guess

I'm not givin' you

the full picture here.

What is it you want from me?

It's a big fish-little fish

kind of thing.

See, Raymond is done

with the Russians.

He's about to get into business

with a Chinese national...

Who floods mainland China

with stolen U.S. goods and hides

behind diplomatic immunity.

Now, understandably,

the American government

is-is very upset,

which means I need you

to help me nail them both.

You know, Raymond

and the Chinese guy.

Now, you see, I already

have one of Ray's people

workin' for me,

and you're the lucky citizen

who is gonna be

my material witness.

- No.

- No, no, no, no, no.

That's the wrong answer. No.

By the way, that

work you did on vlad

was, was really good.

It's too bad that ray shot him

two hours after you left.

Yeah. He got what he

wanted from him and he...

Right through the sutures.

From respected surgeon

to mob doctor to f.B.I. Snitch.

A leads to "b" leads to "c,"

which you have become.

I needed ray

to want to get rid of me.

Then I'd be

of no use to anybody,

and I'd be left alone.

Keep your hands up.

Arigato.

Hey. Sit down.

- Is something the matter?

- Armed psychopaths?

Oh, well... their friend

had just been killed.

They were a little upset.

They were more than

just a little upset.

I'm not a pathologist.

I don't work on dead people.

Okay, from now on,

only in hotels,

fully equipped

just the way you want it.

No more house calls.

Is there anything else

we can do for you?

- Would you like some?

- No.

Okay.

You know, Eugene,

you've got to embrace

your criminal self.

Maybe he doesn't have

a criminal self.

Well, I would say

that whether or not

he had one to begin with,

events have conspired

to give him one now.

It's not my criminal self

that I'm worried about.

If you're uncomfortable,

why don't you just leave?

So, what the hell happened?

The guy had a hatchet in him?

That's not funny, ray.

Where's my $10,000?

Eugene, the guy

was dead on arrival.

That's not my problem.

I make a house call,

I get paid. You hired me.

You pay me.

Whatever you say.

Let's go feed the fish.

Someone to see Mr. blossom.

I'll be back.

Hey, watch this, Eugene.

Winner take all

with these guys.

Raymond blossom.

Dimitri. The premier himself.

You are not surprised

to see me, I hope.

Don't tell me we

had an appointment

I forgot about.

You forgot?

You killed two of my people.

I think we can say we have

an appointment?

You have a grievance?

Yo, ray. Tell this motherf***er

to get this gun outta my face.

- You have your colleague...

- Shut up.

- Dimitri...

- Shut up.

I heard enough.

The war between us is over.

Come on. Where's the backup?

I'm not goin' in there

without the backup. Come on.

All right,

now listen to me, Dimitri.

This is no way businessmen

conduct themselves. You see?

This is some leftover

gulag trip you're on.

You don't have to do this.

Just take it nice

and easy there, dude.

Hey, shut up.

You think you are superman?

Let's see how much pain

you can take.

I don't quite follow you,

Dimitri.

You don't follow? Follow this.

No!

Okay, okay! Enough! Enough!

Watch this.

Man, all right!

Dimitri, enough!

Dimitri! Enough!

Ray, we gotta get

her to a hospital.

We don't f***ing do hospitals.

She'll go to jail.

Hey, she could die here.

Get to a hospital!

No f***in' hospitals!

We gotta go to a hospital!

We are not normal people!

Just drop us off,

and I'll take care of it!

Look, no hospital, all right?

Cyril, book us at the hotel.

I can't do it that way.

I can't do this at the hotel.

We'll take out every last one

of these Russians, man.

This is sh*t, man.

All right, man.

Are you f***in' crazy?

I'll help you.

Fix it!

Hold on, baby.

Hold on!

What the f***'s

he doin' back there?

This is a nightmare!

Shut the f*** up, all right?

All right, man.

Doctor, talk to me!

What the... What are you doing?

I'm givin' her

something for pain.

All right, all right.

Okay, here we go.

All right. What are you

doing now? How is she?

How is she?

Hang in there, baby!

Come on.

Come on, Claire.

Oh, Jesus.

All right, all right...

All right.

It's too late, ray.

What? What the f***

you mean it's too late?

She's dead.

Get outta the car!

What the hell

did you do to her?

I didn't do anything to her.

She got shot!

What did you do to her?

She lost too much blood!

F***!

We've got to get rid of

the body, though, ray.

F***!

F***in' hate people!

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