The Hit List Page #4

Number three comes after four.

Number three.

Dom Escatdo.

Ford here.

- Any news?

Not yet, sir. Just landed.

I know you landed 'cause I can track a goddamn flight.

Do we have a 20 on our friend?

No, but we have very good reason

to believe he's in the city.

So nothing has changed since our last conversation.

Do you think he's dead?

Possibly, but unlikely.

Well, he is a dying man. Maybe he'll

die before you f*** it up again.

If he doesn't, it's your ass. Are we clear?

Yes, sir. I'll find him.

Police are pursuing the suspect

who, according to witnesses,

murdered a man by running him over

with a car and then shooting him.

The suspect, who you can see here

in this surveillance photo,

was seen speeding away from the scene of the crime

with a white male in his mid-30s.

Ford is taking care of our problem.

It's unclear whether that man

is working with the suspect

or was taken hostage.

Did we get a hit from his cell? Okay.

Any Internet activity? Okay.

Check the local hotels and rental car agencies

using every known alias.

It's a small town. How hard can it be to find him?

Local law enforcement's on him.

I'm headed downtown to meet

with the lieutenant in charge.

Will you please tell me what's going on?

Just a precaution.

Just get in the car and we'll explain

down at the station. Okay?

I've told you everything I know.

Yeah, you did.

Except that everything you've been telling us

is inconsistent with what's been developing.

Your husband's boss was murdered

last night. Did you know that?

No, I didn't.

A couple hours ago Brian Felzner was also killed.

Does that name sound familiar to you?

No.

He's one of your husband's co-workers, Mrs. Campbell.

He's the one who got the promotion.

You're aware that Allan didn't get the promotion, right?

Yes.

So in light of all of this, you're still claiming

that your husband was with you the whole night?

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Yes.

He was.

What are your husband's thoughts

on Jim O'Bannon, Mrs. Campbell?

What?

I'm sorry,

are you suggesting Allan had

something to do with that?

Yeah, that's what we're trying to figure out.

You ever seen this man before, Mrs. Campbell?

Just from this photo from the

news. But besides that, no.

You've never seen him before?

You have absolutely no idea who he is?

No. I don't. Then why in the hell

was your husband in the car with him

when he killed one of my men?

I don't know! Look, I don't know

what the hell is going on!

But trust me, Allan would never

have gotten involved with something like this.

He couldn't have.

And yet, strangely enough, he does have motive

for at least two of these victims.

Okay. What about any disputes he may have had?

Aside from the one with his boss and Brian Felzner.

Any enemies, maybe?

No, just because he didn't get a promotion at work

does not make these people his enemies, Detective.

Not necessarily, no.

But it doesn't make them his

friends now, either, does it?

What about his eye? How'd that happen?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Campbell, but he's your husband.

I mean, I'm not a married guy,

so maybe I'm speaking out of turn here.

But I'd like to think that if I was

and I came home looking like

I'd been decked in the face

that maybe my wife would at least inquire

as to how the hell it happened.

Look, he just said it was an accident.

And I trust him.

- And that's it?

Yes.

You just left it at that? No further questions?

Yes.

You and your husband having any

problems lately, Mrs. Campbell?

Trouble at home? I'm sorry.

What... What does that have to do with anything?

Hmm. It's just a question.

Everybody has problems.

Yeah.

Here we are, Allan.

Jonas,

this is the one guy

on the list I don't care about.

I mean, look what he did to my eye.

What's the story with you and that cartoon, anyway?

You don't seem like the degenerate type.

A friend of mine at work told me about

a fix. Said it was a sure thing.

Aside from death, there is no sure thing, my friend.

I promise you that sh*t.

We ain't open yet.

Let's get out of here.

I was wondering if I could talk to Dom.

And what the f*** do you want to see him for?

Tell him it's Allan Campbell regarding

the money he owes him.

I'm telling you, all right. You gotta come down here.

No, we got the place gutted. It still needs a lot of work.

But your money's being well spent. Trust me.

When we're through with this place,

it's gonna be the hottest f***ing

nightclub in town. All right?

Yes.

I think these guys want to see

you about a little bit of money.

I gotta call you back.

I remember you.

Your eye looks good.

You got my money already?

No. I... No.

Hmm.

Then what the f*** are you doing here?

What did I say to you the first and

last time we spoke? Hmm?

You have two weeks and the next time I see you

you better have my f***ing money.

Mr. Escatdo, I'm afraid Allan has

given you all that he has to give.

What are you, his lawyer?

Who the hell are you? What the

f*** are you even doing here?

I'm his friend.

His friend? Is this some kind of f***ing joke?

If it was, would it be funny?

So let me get this straight.

You bring this Shaft wannabe in here

to intimidate me out of the money you owe me?

Does that sound about right? Some sh*t like that?

Yeah.

Do you even know who the f*** I am?

Mr. Escatdo, Allan is not a gambling man.

He had a lapse in judgment.

Made a mistake.

And I'm pretty sure

he had every intention of paying you

back once he got his promotion.

Oh. So what, I'm supposed to

just cut my losses? Is that it?

That would be greatly appreciated.

Listen, you little piece of sh*t.

I'm not afraid of this sly motherf***er here!

But if you do not get me my money,

I will f***ing smoke you

and everyone who's ever f***ing known you!

And when I say everyone, I mean every f***ing body!

You...

F*** you!

F***.

Whoa, whoa. No, no, no.

Come. No, no, no.

Jesus Christ.

Shoot him. What?

Shoot him, Allan.

What are you doing? Hey, come on.

Shoot him, Allan. No, no, no.

You don't owe me anything. All

right? The debt's cleared.

You said it.

You don't care what happens to him, right?

Isn't that what you said to me?

You think I'm f***ing stupid?

No.

No. What was your plan?

I don't have... You put Dom and I in a room together

and then we just wipe each other out?

Was that it? Seriously?

I'm sorry.

No. Hey. Please don't make me a part of this.

I don't want to be a part...

You are a part of it, Allan.

Whether you like it or not, you're a part of this.

God.

The part you play is up to you.

Shoot him.

Don't! Don't listen to him!

I will f***ing pay you! I will pay you!

Anything you want, all right.

Anything you want!

Anything! Shoot him, Allan!

Don't listen to him!

Don't you f***ing listen to him!

Do it. Allan, do it. Please! Please don't!

Do it! Do it! I don't want to!

Shoot him, Allan! Don't f***ing kill me!

Shoot him, you f***ing p*ssy!

Shoot him! Please don't!

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