Shoot 'Em Up Page #4

ya don't like that story?

Well, then why don't

ya tell me one, hm?

Children's story, please.

Tell me the one about the baby.

Maybe later...

when I put you to sleep.

Go, go!

So, what do you think

of this second amendment now?

F*** you!

OK, buddy, drop your weapon.

Think we got him?

God damn it, Smith!

So I found out

who's tryin' to kill our baby.

- Who?

- A man named Hammerson.

Born with a silver spoon up his ass.

Inherited the Hammer

Firearms Corporation...

from his old man and

makes millions manufacturing weapons.

Does this give you any new ideas...

about who needs

Oliver's bone marrow?

No.

It's OK, little Oliver.

Sh*t. It's him.

Senator Rutledge.

If he's elected president,

he'll put Hammerson out of business.

It makes sense,

but how can you be sure?

Mr. Go-To Guy called his men

a fine lot of babysitters.

The secret service calls their agents

who guard VIPs babysitters.

It's him, Senator Rutledge.

He's the guy that needs this baby.

So we contact this man

and then we're safe.

- It's over.

- Are you crazy?

This means that

we've got Hammerson...

and the whole of the U.S.

Government after us.

I think you two have

gotta get out of town.

Until I get the answers,

you'll never be safe.

They'll be watchin' the trains,

the bus stations and the airports...

So I think this is the safest

way to get out of town.

I'm gonna check all of this out,

and if everything's OK...

I'll get you

before you board the bus.

But... What if you don't get

to us before we leave?

Where should I get off?

I think it's better if I don't know.

- What?

- Trust me.

I can't know.

Smith, do you really think

this is gonna work?

Just stick to the plan

and everything will be all right.

Run!

So much for wearin' your seat belt.

What in the hell is that?

Oh, my God, that is twisted.

That sick son of a b*tch.

Oh, that sick son of a b*tch

suckered us again!

It's time to go, little boy.

Put me through to whoever's

protecting Senator Rutledge.

Just tell him there's a man

with a baby calling.

Hello, is this Smith?

That was a nice job coverin' up

your baby hatchery downtown.

Not a word about it anywhere.

Only you guys in Washington

have that kind of pull.

I'm telling you,

we're on the same side.

Now, listen, we can do this

the easy way or the hard way.

I wanna see the senator.

All right. He wants to see you too.

He's leaving for North Carolina.

The primary's in three days.

You can fly with him.

Runway 7, two hours.

I see anythin' I don't like,

I'm blowin' this big time.

What were you doing in there?

- Cleaning my gun.

- Really?

You know, we were

never really trying to kill you.

We only wanted to scare you

into surrendering.

Well, that's one way to explain

why you can't shoot straight.

In the latest poll,

Senator Rutledge...

continues to be the

Democratic frontrunner...

heading into next week's

Super Tuesday primary.

He leads his rival by at least 10 points...

I owe you my life.

So this is where you get to do

all those hookers.

- I heard about you.

- You look worse than you do on TV.

Yes, it's amazing

what a little makeup can do.

And a lot of morphine.

So, you've pieced

the whole thing together.

Very clever, Mr. Smith.

Very clever.

Simple.

You're the Democratic

frontrunner for president...

and your sweeping

gun control proposals...

are pissing the wrong people off.

Yes, well, if they're pissed now,

wait until I'm elected president.

We got so many goddamn...

gun lobbies out there...

that we're gonna have to set up

just as many commissions.

Then maybe we'll get our bill

passed in the first year.

Unfortunately, you're sick

and the gun Nazis found out.

They discovered your baby hatchery

and, boom, problem solved.

- They kill you by killin' the babies.

- Correct.

So, where's my savior?

Oh, my God! Gun!

Easy, easy.

You know what I hate most?

- liars.

- What the hell you doin'?

You made a deal with Hammerson.

- No, you're crazy.

- Am I?

- Y...

- When you got into bed with him...

you also let his dog up on the mattress.

lookin' at those dog hairs

on your trousers...

I'd say old Duchess took a likin' to you.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Save the line for when

you're in office, Rutledge.

If he ever makes it there.

Do you know what else I hate?

Hypocrites.

And you're the biggest one of all.

Can you blame him

for sellin' out?

His operation to find the baby...

had been tits up from the get-go.

You see, Rutledge called us

and he offered us...

a proposition that we had

never dreamed was possible.

In exchange for his life...

the senator promised

to protect our right...

To go deer hunting with an Uzi.

Oh, come on, Smith. Come on.

Guns don't kill people.

But they sure help.

Back off!

Back off.

- Back off or I'll kill him!

- Oh, please.

Pl... I had to do it.

I want to live.

I am meant to be president.

Yeah? Well, you got what it takes.

You put yourself before the people.

I can still do good in other areas.

How you gonna square it

with the public?

It is a constitutional right.

Back off! Get back!

I've come around

to their way of thinking.

Come around?

They had you at 'hello. '

let me give you a piece of advice...

Never trust the people who stand

to profit, plain and simple.

- They're the bad guys.

- Come on, Smith, don't be a fool.

Go-to guy:
The game is over.

You rolled the dice, you lost.

let him go, Smith!

There's no escape!

Maybe not for me, but there

is for the woman and baby.

If I kill Rutledge, no one

will need to find them.

They'll be saved.

Your assassination, Rutledge,

will create a public outrage...

and trigger immense support

for your proposals.

The sympathy vote in the congress

will give your anti-gun bills...

passage by a landslide.

Your legacy... will live on.

Don't do it!

Then do it.

let me regain some honor

with my...

That son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch!

God damn it!

Don't move, Mr. Hero.

Can't talk right now, honey.

I'm right in the middle of somethin'.

Bye-bye.

Don't you worry, Duchess.

This isn't gonna happen to you.

Not for a few years, anyway.

Well, well,

well, well, well.

Somebody gets to be smart,

and somebody gets to be dumb.

looks like you and I have

finally traded places, huh, sport?

Yes, indeed.

The circle of life.

The circle-a jerk of life.

Oh, you have

such a way with words.

Now...

I want you to tell me...

where the woman

and the child are.

Tell me, or I will be forced

to cause you...

considerable agony.

Believe me...

nothing could be more painful than

listenin' to you jabberin' on and on.

Again, I ask...

where are the woman and child?

That's the last time

you'll be doin' that.

Just tell me what I wanna hear.

It's your choice

when the pain stops.

Why are you doin' this?

- It's over.

- It shortly will be, yeah.

No, I really should thank you.

I just got a bigger contract

because of you.

I mean, I wasn't just on

Hammerson's payroll, you know.

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