Sinners and Saints Page #7

as hard as she could.

She did that because when they

wake up in the morning

and see the bruises in their hands

They would have known

she was there.

And they never would have done

which was wrong ever again.

You know, after Bosnia.

After I left the agency.

To be honest,

I felt kinda lost.

And I could hardly find a job,

for myself, you know.

The one job I did get was a

night janitor at the city morgue.

My friends thought that was strange,

so they decided to call me Baba Yaga.

I suppose they found that humorous.

With me sweeping the floor

with my silly little broom.

So I decided to pay them a little visit.

But I didn't wrack them

on their knuckles

...with my silly little broom.

I chopped their hands off...

You see, my friends only ridiculed me.

You and your friends

you're trying to crucify me.

I do not know what

you're talking about.

I swear I don't have anything

to do with this.

Wait, wait, wait! Come on,man.

Stop! Please I have a family.

You do?

Yes, I have a wife, a little boy...

... And a little girl.

Please don't do this.

And you didn't find that important?

Get Dekker on the phone.

Playtime is over.

I wanna pick up the family.

No! I swear to God

You touch my family

I'll f***ing kill you.

Nevermind. It's him. Hey!

I was just calling you.

Dekker? Dekker? Sh*t.

Its ringing.

Go Crowe, get the f*** out of here.

Lets move, goddamn it. Let's go!

Come on!

- Put this on.

- No, wait!

- Put it on!

- Alright.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

You lock anybody else here.

Don't let them out.

Move! Move!

Will, come on!

He's gonna make a loop.

He's gone!

We'll cut him off.

Son of a...

F*** you!

Come on!

Hey cop!

Do you want me?

Do you really f***ing want me?

Come and get me!

Open your eyes.

Open your f***ing eyes!

I told you this was coming.

Finish him, Sean!

Finish him!

Sean, goddamn it!

Just shoot him!

Is this him?

Can you recognize me white boy?

People say I look like

my baby brother, only prettier.

Do you think you're the most

ruthless motherf***er on the block?

Please...this is New Orleans, white boy.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Get him in the van.

Wait! No!

You can't do this to me.Wait!

Let go of me.

You motherfuck...

Make a wish baby.

Happy birthday,

princess.

We want some cupcakes! Yeah!

Hey, where are you running off to.

Well I'm just gonna drop...

Listen, I got this for Sarah.

They said its a petshop.

Some are dogs, cats and stuff.

Thank you, Sean.

I don't know what else to say.

Thank you so much.

Mrs. Genz, remember me,

your husband?

We were just about to sneak out.

Keep it up, there's more

where that came from.

That's my cue...

- Lucky man.

- Yes, sir.

I will let you do your thing.

I just came to drop that off for Sarah.

Hey, come on.

You're not gonna stay?

No, I've got to go somewhere,

got something to do...

Alright, how about you come

back after you're done.

Yeah...

Alright, I'll walk you out.

Come on.

- She's back.

- Yeah, better, stronger and faster.

Are you alright?

Yeah, I think my nerves

are still a little shocked.

I know.

I really thought it was over for me.

But it wasn't.

You're gonna be alright, trust me.

Its just going to take a little time.

I gotta go.

And you gotta

go back in there.

What are you afraid of?

That!

- Chicken sh*t!

- Yeah, you're right.

Take it easy, partner.

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