Pound of Flesh Page #5

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I wanted to avoid

any killing if at all possible.

I'm a guest in this country after all.

You leave me no choice.

Which for you, lover boy

means it's time to say au revoir.

He was right. It's all too easy.

You know what the hardest part

about this job was?

The part I played where I had to pretend

that you chased me off.

Step away from my brother.

Now!

Can you really do it, George?

Can you kill a man in cold blood?

Shoot him in the head.

- Shoot him in the head!

- F***ing jammed!

George. I told you to walk away.

That's enough, Drake.

- Are you ready for round 2?

- I already won the fight.

- Oh, yeah?

- That blood on the floor?

Mostly yours.

Femoral artery. You're bleeding out.

Game over.

Game over.

Okay. Okay.

Get up.

- I want my kidney back. Come on!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

As old as he is, he doesn't look

near in the pain that you are.

Something's not right.

There's no transplant scar.

You're not Simon Rants.

It's a decoy.

Where is he? Where is Simon Rants?

I am Simon Rants!

I am the man you're looking for!

Look at the pictures on the wall!

My university certificate!

I tell you I am Simon Rants!

Take my kidney, whatever you want!

I'll cooperate.

Believe me, please.

I'm telling the truth.

He is Simon Rants. But...

- he's not Simon Rants III.

- What?

It's got to be someone else. The name

on the recipient list was Simon Rants III.

We have to keep on looking.

Let's try the master bedroom next door.

No! Wait. Wait!

Don't you move.

No. Please.

You don't understand.

Please. You can't do this.

He's only 11 years old.

You can't disturb him.

He's at a delicate stage in his graph!

Don't hurt him. Please, take me.

- I'm dying anyway, please...

- Shut up!

George. George.

He's my only grandson,

don't you understand?

He was dying!

- And I had to do something!

- I get it, alright?!

But since there's a dying

little girl waiting for that kidney

then you will understand

what I have to do.

No!

- George!

- What!

You cannot do this. This is too much.

- We cannot cross this line.

- We don't have a choice.

Don't do this. George! Don't do this.

Don't pull the trigger, please.

Don't do it. I beg you.

Don't do it. George.

What would Mary think?

It's okay, George.

It's okay.

It's okay, brother. It's okay.

What happened? He wasn't there?

He was there but it's not happening.

But what about Isabella?

She's so beautiful, George.

We can't just let her die.

It's in God's hands now.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I've heard you apologize

to anyone before, you know that?

Here.

You want to hold her?

- Want to hold her?

- No, no, no, it's okay.

Come on.

It's alright. It's alright, Deacon.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Just try not to wake her, okay?

There we go.

She...

She's really something?

- Daddy? Daddy?

- It's okay. It's okay, pumpkin.

See this fellow right here,

you know who he is?

He is your Uncle Deacon.

- Uncle Deacon? From the pictures?

- Oh, yeah. The one and only.

This is the surprise

I was telling you about.

I'm so sorry it took such a long time

before I came to see you.

I love you.

- It's time to go to Daddy.

- I've always wanted to meet you.

Me too.

I know you from the pictures

and Mama talked about you.

Yeah, your Mama

was a special person, you know?

She was beautiful like you.

Okay. Listen, you know what?

You just got up so you know

what you have to do.

Yeah, bathroom. I know.

Let's go. Come on.

Deacon, were you cut?

Have you been bleeding all this time?

This much blood?

Uncle Deacon, can't you stay?

Yeah, I would love to,

but I've got to go, baby.

I've got to go.

Deacon, just hang on.

I'm going to get a nurse, okay?

- George, you're such a good man.

- Deacon, hang on...

My other kidney. Put it to good use.

Deacon, please.

Please, do this for me.

Do me this favor.

Let me give the other kidney

to her, come on.

No, D. No.

I'm gonna go get you a doctor.

George, I'm dying.

I'm dying, George.

- Come here.

- What?

- You're such a good person.

- Come on, Deacon, please.

Just...

Deacon, please, I forgive you.

You don't have to.

George.

- Feel good.

- What?

Uncle Deacon?

Isabella, listen, just give your Daddy

and Uncle Deacon just a minute, okay?

We're going to talk about some grown up

stuff, all right? I'll be really quick.

Dad, come on. I want to talk to him.

- Dad!

- Nurse! Nurse!

Dad!

Is Mama watching us from heaven?

You always ask that.

Of course she is.

Is Uncle Deacon watching us from heaven?

I sure hope so.

I really do.

Let's go.

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