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and that the perp is looking for her.

I have a wife and daughter!

For pity's sake, DON'T!

- They're better off without you.

- No!

Don't be scared. The flicks are on their way.

She's gonna be fine.

- Where is she? Where is Jessica Peel?!

- I don't... Jessica?

Jessica? She is not with us now.

She was bought.

Bought?

A gentleman of ours. He liked her,

he bought her. She's with him now.

- Who is he? Where are they?

- Jacob Andries.

Amsterdam.

- Andries Diamonds? The merchant?

- Yeah.

- Brookes.

- It's me.

423 Eastwood Walk.

Alright.

What you want to talk about?

I try to meet face to face.

I'm at Weston Park House.

Theres something there I think

you'd like to see.

What have you done?

Just made this small part of the

world a better place to live.

Look, I'm not gonna be here long,

so you better hurry.

It's our man.

Weston Park House. Come on!

Jesus!

Cuff up!

Ah, sshhit!

Weston got hit!

By your man, Bradley. Right?

Completely destroyed.

We're gonna get a f*** lot o'heat for that, right?

- Leave that to me.

- Sure.

I guess you don't know who's

on the guest list, do you?

Yes, I do.

And I know they will be most grateful to

a friend who can help them.

What about this... Bradley?

Find him.

The guy we're looking for, he goes

by the name of Bradley.

You better find him, fast.

I think we got it covered, boss.

How's that?

When he hit the School House, he took one

of comms units off one of our security guys.

They're all fitted out with a... tracking system,

so we can locate them in case of emergency,

and we think Bradley's got it with him,

so we know exactly where he is.

Isn't that clever?

- I've got the best guys, ex-militaries...

- Well, they damn will better be!

Because they are working for the Executive, too.

And he wants him dead.

Sh*t!

No! This is a whole different f***ing ball of wax!

I. Don't. Deal. With anything the Executive has [...].

I don't blame you.

I don't trust him, either. Okay?

- We're all labeled end up dead.

- Maybe so.

He's a rotten son of a b*tch,

But he wants him dead, as much as you and I.

What was Bradley to the Executive?

I wish I knew the answer, then.

I don't think they exchanging any

Christmas cards...

or goddamn fishing trout together.

If the Executive has something to do with this,

that means that this is about more that just a guy

with a thing for chicks...

and a slab story.

I say - we get out!

I don't think we have much of a choice.

That's the order. He wants it done.

- I don't like it.

- That's the way it is.

You and him go way back, don't you?

You could say that.

Are you going tell me the story of you love

and all that, or leave it up to my imagination?

- You don't have a sick enough imagination.

- Yes, I do.

Million years ago, when I was... joining The Force

and trapped in my wake of courage,

I met the Executive. He told me

I could be a model...

so next thing I knew I was swinging

around the pole.

Character [...] some sh*t, I did not even

know the f*** it was.

I was crawlin' around naked on the floor, for

dollar bills, begging for more of the f***ing sh*t.

I'm lucky to be alive.

I know who the Executive is.

Alright, well... that's a good story.

We need to get our people together

and just kill him.

Kill that motherf***er.

Early this morning the police raided the largest

pedophile network, discovered in London in recent years.

Many prominent business people, both men

and women were arrested.

Authorities refuse to say how many

children were involved,

but their number was substantial.

Police cautially [denies] a vigilante tip-off...

or that any of those arrested were injured,

in spite of number of ambulances

seen at the scene.

Police ensure that this is strictly procedure.

We bring you more of that story

as it unfolds later...

That was another royal f***-up!

You and your...

undefeatable mercenaries, and that

commandos, and paratroopers, and...

whoever the f*** else showed up!

What to do? They're f***ing...

Zhanna. Sorry.

Can I have a word?

Now is not a good time, Sally, thanks.

- Zhanna.

- What?!

Okay, just say it, Sally.

I need an advance.

- I can't do that.

- Just a week.

Just to cover pay-bills. I need rent money.

I'm out if I miss another week.

You know I can't give you an advance, Sally.

But - look, you're a beautiful girl.

You should be a model, I keep telling you.

Come to one of our red dress parties.

We need a girl. We lost somebody

last week, you would be perfect.

I heard there is... sex... involved.

It's a model party. Are you... there are models,

there are actresses, producers...

lots of wealthy powerful men.

You know, you could... get discovered,

it could be your lucky day.

You've got what it takes.

Oh, you just flash a smile...

could make a lot of money.

Does not... sound sketchy...

How sketchy is 2,000?

Put a red dress, shoes...

Wear a sexy outfit, like you're...

going on a date.

Get yourself a Gucci.

You take this - you show up.

You got talent.

You could go far, kid.

Far, far away...

What are you - recruiting now? Is that it?

I've still got a business to run.

We lost a girl last week.

Do you really think now is the best time for that?

There are more important things to talk about.

Alright, alright.

- Are you gonna tell me about that girl?

- What?

Some politician got overzealous with his

dominance game, and the girl ended up in ICU.

You know, you know what I really like about you?

- What?

- Absolutely nothing.

- Bradley.

- Bradley? What are you doing here?

I need supplies.

- What kind of job?

- Nothing long-range.

Just something small and reliable.

Give me an hour. Is that it?

That's it.

Usual drop-off.

- Excuse me.

- Hello?

I'm a little lost. I was wondering if you

could tell me where room 130 is?

Well, if you would go through

these doors, take a left...

- Great, thank you very much.

- You are welcome.

I was wondering when you were going to arrive.

When you know why I'm here.

The Executive.

No,

I'm not with the Executive.

Aren't you?

Came here for the girl.

If that's what you believe.

No games.

I'm here for Jessica Peel.

Never heard of her.

Don't make me ask you again.

You may not believe this,

but you do work for the Executive.

You do as I ask.

Tell me where she is, and I'll make this quick.

Otherwise I gonna take you apart, piece by piece,

and you don't want to die like that.

- You'll be killing an innocent man.

- You lie.

No, the Executive lies.

They mix truth with deception,

black is white and white is black.

Gray laps and overflows.

With every piece of information they give you...

and then you may think you are getting from them.

Many men have pleaded for their lives with me.

This is nothing more than that.

And how many of those men knew,

who was sending their executioner?

How many of those men knew the Executive?

And were allowed to live?

Like yourself?

What did they tell you?

What I'm holding the key to some

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