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- K and R?

- Yes. Kidnap and rescue.

He is someone that is hired to bring back

a kidnapped loved one home

safe and sound.

You said you were

on opposing sides though?

Yes...

What did the doctor say?

That I have a missing kidney.

Come on, let's go.

You shouldn't even be on your feet.

- He gave me some morphine.

- Come on.

Listen, George, when I was 22

with two broken legs,

I crossed the Afghan desert.

So compared to that,

a kidney missing, it's nothing.

Come on.

I never knew that.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

You have some info?

Yes, I do.

On the hotel cameras, nothing.

Everything from that night was erased.

Somebody got paid off.

But from the traffic cameras

I tracked you and the girl

from the club to the hotel.

Now here's a tighter angle.

Her full name is Anna Riley.

Can you track down her cell?

Sure. With a little extra money.

Okay. Good.

Recognize him?

Yes.

Nearby camera. He was watching you

get into the cab.

I have his name. It's Drake.

And the private club

where she works, it's Gratis.

They change the location every week.

Can you find them?

- Sure.

- Okay. What about weapons?

What?

Clubs such as Gratis

will have police protection.

Deacon, you just can't run in there

like a bull in a China shop,

kicking ass, and shooting off guns.

You have one kidney.

The trail is getting cold.

We're going to lose them.

But you could still live with just

one kidney. It is not worth the risk.

You didn't tell him.

Tell me? Tell me what?

Here. Come with me.

That's my daughter, Isabella.

She's nine.

She has focal segmental

Glomerulosclerosis.

It's... well, it's a kidney disease.

And it's progressed

to chronic renal failure.

Deacon's kidney was supposed to go

to Isabella two days from now

and without a transplant

she has less than three months.

I mean, if we don't get his kidney back

before they put it in somebody else,

my daughter's going to die.

That certainly puts things

in a new perspective.

I will make my calls.

First we'll see my guy

about tracking down her number,

and then the guns, the hardware, okay?

Okay. What about more men?

I've made several calls, but I do not get

immediate responses like I used to.

How about the company you work for?

I was supposed to be in Europe,

but I walked away from a job,

so I'm sure they're pissed,

so I'm alone.

Okay, pull over. There.

Okay.

Right there. Right there. Right there.

- He just jumped out.

- Yeah.

Counter surveillance.

He'll be alright. He's a pro.

How did you end up in this part

of the world?

- Is your wife from here?

- No, no. Dutch.

She studied here as an exchange student

and fell in love with the city

and just didn't want to leave.

How is she dealing

with this predicament?

My wife, Mary, she died four years ago.

She was only 37 years old.

Breast cancer.

Here we are.

I'll go see my guy about her number.

Stay here.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Kung's not answering his phone.

No. He's going inside to get

the girl's number.

Damn it. Okay.

Take the wheel and start the engine.

- Just... wait, wait, wait, where are you?

- Just do what I say.

Okay, just hang on.

- Okay.

- Look diagonally, across the square

there's a dark blue sedan between

a truck and a small car. You see it?

Okay, just... I...

- Okay, yeah, yeah. I do.

- Drive over there, not too fast.

Pretend you're looking

for a parking spot.

Then stop exactly parallel

to him, understand?

Okay, okay. Just hang on.

Hey, guys. You don't look like tourists.

Don't lose them! Go!

- Faster!

- Okay, okay!

- You're losing him!

- Just let me do this!

Come on! What are you waiting for?

Okay, jeez.

- Pull up beside him.

- But they're working on the road.

They'll move. Come on.

Don't slow down!

Don't f***ing slow down!

Hard left! Turn, turn, turn!

- We're not going to fit through there.

- There's enough room.

There's not enough room.

- There's enough room!

- There's not enough room.

- There's not enough room!

- There's enough f***ing room!

Come on, George!

Okay. Let's go.

Found the fights. It's in a slum

on the other side of the city.

Is he asleep?

Yeah.

I don't know how he's stayed

on his feet this long.

So your poor daughter.

Will the transplant cure her?

The prognosis is good.

I know she'll have to be on medication

for the rest of her life

but she'll recover.

How and such a terrible thing

happen to an innocent little girl?

With all the suffering

and injustice in the world

I sometimes think that God must hate us.

You know what? You're a kidnapper

and you're a criminal.

So tell me, what do you know about God?

Perhaps nothing.

We are taught to thank God

for the good things that happen to us.

Why then can we not blame him

for the bad things?

That's not how it works. I mean,

I don't hold God responsible.

If anything, I blame myself.

Or if you're like me, you blame God

and you for Isabella's condition.

You do what you want. But then again

- you've always done that, right?

- Enough!

Just remember if you had been able to keep

your pants on, we wouldn't be in this mess.

We all have our sins

that we have to live with, alright?

You certainly have yours.

I have mine.

It's thrilling for the wealthy

to come down to the slums

and bet on the poor boys

killing each other. It's disgusting.

Getting in?

No problem.

The fights are an open secret.

They collect a fee

from anyone with money.

See those guys over there?

They are triad security.

Some are local police on the take.

- Be careful.

- Yeah. Keep the engine running.

I'm coming.

No. Not here.

Listen...

I'm sorry what I said before about you

being a kidnapper and a criminal.

It's true I was.

At a very early age

you were taught about God

- and I was taught darker things.

- Wait!

That's him. Drake.

He's not picking up!

It's probably too noisy in there.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to warn him.

Here. Take it.

Be careful with that.

I'll keep trying him.

Hello?

I'm so sorry.

- Who hired you?

- His name Drake. That's all I know.

He's English. Ex-SAS.

I know him from the club.

He was a customer.

He asked me to do it for a price.

A big price. $30,000 American.

- How did you get in touch with him?

- I didn't.

He called me and his caller ID

was always blocked so...

Look... it was only for the money.

I wanted the money so that I could buy out

my contract with Zoltan and get out.

Out of the club.

Out of... out of this life.

I didn't realize what I was getting into.

I didn't think that...

I've done things for money.

Things I am not proud of.

But something like this? It sickened me.

- Anna?

- Zoltan doesn't know, please.

And who the f*** are you?

- I'm just a friend.

- Friend? I know all her friends.

But I don't know you.

So you're no friend.

I'm not a pimp either.

Anna!

Stood me up baby.

I had to GPS your cell to find you.

Don't. Same for you Zoltan, stand down.

Anna?

What the f*** is going on here?

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