Pound of Flesh

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You ever wake up one day

and realize nothing in your life

was the way you thought it would be?

No.

Not even once?

No. Not even once.

I knew from the start

that life was pretty much all sh*t.

Oh, my God.

God?

God has nothing to do with it.

Welcome to Manila! Enjoy your stay!

Want to dance?

I woke up that way this morning.

Woke up and realized

I wasn't who I thought I was

or who I thought I would be.

Not even close.

And I didn't even realize until today.

At least now you know.

I am done with you, got it?

- Yeah, lower your voice.

- Don't you shut me up!

Is it okay if we never see

each other again after tonight?

Let me go!

No!

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, I guess.

Good.

Buy you a drink?

There you go folks. My name is Bette

if you need anything else.

- So who was the...?

- Nobody important.

At least nobody who's important

any longer, yes?

Want to dance?

I... don't move so well.

- You moved pretty well out there.

- Because it mattered.

Here.

I've asked Alma to come in every day

from now on to open the side chapel.

- Did you have any problems getting in?

- No. No, I didn't Father. Thank you.

I've kept your situation between us

as you've requested.

She was surprised to hear

you're coming in every day.

God is our refuge and strength.

A very present hope in times of trouble.

Psalm 46. One of my favorites.

But how are you doing?

I'm... I'm scared, Father.

Cast thy burden unto the Lord

and he shall sustain thee.

I have faith in God's strength,

believe me.

I do. But I just don't know

about my own anymore.

- Yes?

- It's Deacon.

- It's been a long time, my friend.

- I'm in town and I need help.

I am at your service without question.

You know that.

- But...

- But what?

- But nothing. Where are you?

- The Golden Tree, room 803.

Can you speak over the open line?

I don't know.

- Then wait until I get there.

- Hold on.

- Yes?

- Can you get some morphine?

- Yes, yes.

- Thanks.

Deacon? It's me.

- How are you, man.

- It's been a long time.

Good to see you, my friend.

- Who is he?

- That's Nardo, my right hand man.

What happened?

Oh, my God. Your kidney?

Probably, yeah.

They left money, medication. Smart.

This way they can claim

that you sold it to them.

Yeah.

Where's Frankie and Julius?

They're gone.

It's been many years, Deacon.

- It's only the two of you?

- Yep.

That's just great.

- Are you expecting someone?

- No.

Let me go!

Let him go. He's my brother.

Deacon?

- Go home, I'll call you.

- What? Are you crazy?

George, you're not listening.

We have a delay. Just go.

A delay? It's scheduled

the day after tomorrow.

You just can't postpone

this thing on a whim.

Okay, what's going on here,

please, tell me.

- George, go home, I'll call you.

- What's going on?

Okay. Here.

Oh, God. No. No.

I should have known something

like this was gonna happen.

Whenever you're involved

something goes wrong.

- It always does, it always does.

- Just...

- What are you doing?

- Go home.

- I'm not going anywhere!

- Go home! Go!

Deacon!

Let me get you a doctor now.

No time for this. Just... we have to go.

- Did you get my morphine?

- Yes, yes, yes, sure. Here.

Great, thanks.

- I suppose there was a woman, right?

- There was a woman, yeah.

British. Maybe Irish.

An accent, dark hair.

I will check the security tapes

from the hotel. How did you meet?

On the street.

Then she took me to a club.

Which club? Darlings?

Cabaret? The Vortex?

Vortex.

Are you carrying?

Not anymore, Deacon. I...

I have to be very careful these days.

The local police are no longer my friends.

These things happen

in this part of the world.

Perhaps it is best

if you just let it go.

Please, let it go.

It's mine. I want it back.

Alright. I'll do some digging.

I'll call you.

Nardo will be waiting downstairs.

Okay.

Hey, man, be careful

and keep a low profile.

Here.

Here you go folks. My name is Bette

if you need anything else.

- It's my problem. Stay out of this.

- It is not just yours.

- George, you're a teacher.

- I'm a professor.

- What do you think you can do?

- Whatever I have to.

- How much time do we have?

- Maybe 10 hours.

- Until it goes to somebody else.

- Then we should hurry.

How's your Filipino?

It's called Tagalog, and it's better

than yours. I live here.

- Whatever you do, stay out of my way.

- Okay.

Deacon, what's the bible for?

Inspiration.

It's the middle of the day.

How can it be full like this?

Places like this, it's always midnight.

The party never stops. Here.

Hi, there. Your name is Bette, right?

Remember me?

Okay, she just says,

"What do you want to drink?"

Oh, come on. She speaks English.

- You know me, Bette.

- Just hang on.

I was here with a girl named Anna

in this spot. Remember?

She just says she doesn't speak English,

alright. She doesn't speak English.

You see this Bible? It will leave

big bruises and I will beat you with it

if you don't tell me what's going on

and who set me up.

Arnel!

It's time for you to go.

You can walk out or be carried out.

Your choice.

See, she speaks English.

I told you, didn't I?

- Book.

- Come on, Deacon.

- Now.

- Deacon!

Now!

I warned you before.

Book will leave deep bruises.

Take a long time to heal.

Last chance. Where's my kidney?

I don't know anything, I swear.

- Please.

- I'm sorry.

No!

No, no! Okay! Okay. Her name is Anna.

- Last name?

- Riley. Anna Riley.

- Do you know where she is?

- Gratis. It's a fight club.

She said she was going

with Zoltan tonight.

- Who's Zoltan? Her pimp?

- Sort of. Yes.

Muscle guy. Blonde highlights?

- Answer me!

- No.

That was the other guy.

The one who came in to pay me.

Drake.

I heard her call him Drake.

Can I go now?

Where's that fight club, Gratis?

- I don't know.

- Where?!

It's an underground club.

They change the location every week.

Just ask around. It's the truth.

If you lied to me,

I swear I'll come back.

And I'll be in a bad mood.

So tell me. Was this really necessary?

Plenty of blood spilled

in the bible, George.

Nothing wrong with some blood

spilled on it.

Deacon.

Deacon! Deacon.

Deacon.

Wait, Deacon. Wait. It's alright.

It's alright. He's a friend. You're safe.

- How did I get here?

- Your brother brought you here.

How long was I out?

Not very long.

- This hospital, George?

- Yeah, I know, I know.

I didn't know where else to go, okay?

The head doctor here,

he's the kidney specialist.

Nobody knows you're here.

You're not even checked in.

Kung took care of that, okay?

Your brother is a damned stubborn man.

Listen, stubborn doesn't

even begin to cover it.

- How do you know Deacon?

- Professionally.

First we were on opposing sides

and then on the same side.

You mean for the military or what?

You do not know what your brother

does for a living.

We're not close.

I knew he had served

with the French special forces

but I don't know

what he's done since then now.

Your brother is a K and R expert.

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