Pound of Flesh Page #3

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Who are you?

Definitely not a friend.

You screwed up Anna. We were supposed to

meet me and then disappear for a few weeks.

Now Deacon here has found you,

that's a problem.

Mr. Deacon Lyle,

my client wishes to make you an offer.

How much for you to walk away?

When what's mine is returned to me.

You amuse me. Now let me

paint this picture for you.

This...

lady is a professional escort.

One who you were seen with last night

at a less-than-reputable club.

Anna? Behind my back?

This gentleman is her pimp.

Also an officer of the peace.

Obviously unhappy.

Recognize this pistol?

Your weapon, Deacon.

I got it from your suitcase,

it has your fingerprints on it.

This is what happened

when you turned up here tonight

and found them both here together.

Her pimp, an undercover police officer

shot dead with your gun.

Now walk away and I'll give you 24 hours

before I turn over all this evidence

- to the local precinct.

- I don't think so.

Your choice. Walk away and live, stay

and you die, she dies, everybody dies.

Listen my client wishes

for less mess and bloodshed

but it really makes no difference to me,

so what's it going to be?

Here's your choice... You're going

to tell me where my kidney is.

I'll make it quick for you.

If you don't,

I will cut you in small pieces

until you talk.

Deacon, I have no orders

to eliminate you, man,

- but if you keep pushing...

- Stop.

Done my homework, George.

You're a devout Catholic.

You're not going to kill anyone.

Where is the kidney? Tell me.

Put the gun down, George and walk away.

Now. Or I'll make your little girl

an orphan without thinking twice.

- Tell me where it is.

- It's too late, George.

The kidney already has a new home.

It's in, it's over, walk away.

He's lying, George.

They need me in case of a f*** up.

They'll take the other one.

My other kidney.

Look, in less than an hour,

I won't have any...

Flash bomb! Get down!

In my professional opinion,

we are screwed here.

Dead gangsters. Dead police.

You have no damn idea

of the nightmare we're headed for.

We are marked men, Deacon.

We have to leave the city now.

We let it go now, Isabella dies.

I'm not going to let her die.

- Who's Isabella?

- She is my daughter.

Deacon's kidney was supposed

to go to her.

Kung, did you hear something

from your guy?

Yes, he finally agreed.

We bring the body to him,

he removes the kidney, packs it in ice,

- and we're good to go.

- Wait, body?

You're going to kill whoever got

the kidney? You can't do that.

Yes, we can.

Of course we can.

What are Isabella's chances

if she goes back on the list?

George.

Why can you not just give one of

your kidneys to your daughter Isabella?

Because I'm not a match.

We tried all of our close relatives

and Deacon's the only one.

He's a perfect match.

Deacon's a match and you are not?

That's the situation.

No wonder you two are not close.

Alright.

There is the question of money.

My doctor friend has a price

of $20,000 American.

Look... Deacon, I don't have

that kind of cash on hand. Do you?

George, what about you?

For God's sakes, no.

I do.

Here.

It's the money they paid me

to set you up.

Take it, please, I don't want it.

Use it to help Isabella.

Thank you.

Okay, there's still the matter

of finding the kidney.

We have no idea

where it is or who has it.

Okay, think about it.

A rich old man needs a kidney,

I mean desperate, right?

And he knows

he's on the bottom of the list.

So... so he's hiring somebody

to find out who at the top

of the list is a match.

And that's Isabella.

Yeah, they probably paid off someone

on the hospital staff.

Oh, my God. They were watching her.

So when Deacon went to the hospital

for the prep test yesterday...

- Yeah.

- They ID'd me as the donor.

Bango.

Bango?

We need the list.

Whoever matches Isabella is our guy.

I am familiar with such lists.

It's impossible to get to.

Hard but... not impossible.

- How do you know this guy?

- From the university.

- How do you know he can do it?

- He can do it.

And he owes me.

That's your guy?

Yeah.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Don't worry, I can do this.

Who was that you drove up with?

That's just my brother, Deacon.

You have a brother? I didn't know that.

Shocked I was to receive

such a request from yourself.

As you know I'm a simple honest janitor

these days in this lovely old theater.

I have this. You see that?

I'm limited to one block

around my house and my work.

And if I'm caught even near a computer

I go straight back to jail

to serve out the rest of my sentence.

- You of all people know this.

- I do.

And if memory serves me correctly,

you made me promise

to repent and sin no more

in exchange for your testimony

for my early release.

I did. Look... can we do this?

I can do it. But I worry about

what you might think about me

breaking my promise to Jesus, my savior.

My daughter, Isabella...

she's on the recipient list.

I didn't know that.

George, I owe you.

So listen to me.

You don't really want the list.

Yes, I do.

No, you don't.

You think you do, but you don't.

What are you talking about?

What do I really want then?

What you really want

is the name of the person

who first tried to hire me

to hack the list. Am I right?

Someone else tried to hire you

to hack the list before us?

Yes. With almost

the exact same specifications.

I said no per my promise to you,

but in light of the money

they were throwing around,

I have no doubt they eventually

found someone else.

Okay. Listen to me. I really need

to know who tried to hire you.

- Are you sure about this?

- Please.

Okay, well, this will be

our little secret.

I managed to get on a computer,

did a little digging around...

Thank you.

Simon Rants III.

Rich British expat

living in the Philippines.

Retired oil company CEO. A member

of Harmony Corp's Board of Directors.

Same blood type. Matches five

of the six antigens of your subject...

your girl.

He's 76 years old,

he has a long-term undisclosed illness

and he has his own personal physician

with him at all times

at his villa on the outskirts of the South.

Rarely travels.

Okay, okay.

And what is this Harmony Corp?

The rather ironically named Harmony Corp

is one of the largest suppliers of private

military contractors in the world.

Private military. You mean mercenaries?

Well, that would be

the less poetic term, yes.

Harmony Corp. Lord in heaven.

They are connected to everyone.

They've got deep pockets,

that's for sure.

Listen, we need to find a place

to regroup, a hotel, something.

Our summer house.

It isn't far from here, you know?

We could... we go there.

Few people know about it.

Summer house.

Summer house.

Okay.

It's Liam. That kid's amazing.

He actually managed to hack into the system

and get us the plans to Rants' villa.

I'll go print them out. Okay?

Please... just make yourself at home.

Thank you.

That's George's wife?

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