The Package Page #4
I'm an American, son.
I fought for my country.
Oh, they sure don't make 'em
like you anymore.
No, Russian Spetsnaz are close,
but not quite.
It takes selection.
What were you?
Force Recon? Ranger school?
Chechnya, Mogadishu, Somalia?
You see, names like that
don't mean much
to normal people,
but to us, they do.
Where did you learn
your trade?
I took an online course.
It's good that you got
a sense of humor.
This is Monique.
She was Army Counterintelligence.
You know what that means.
It means she conducted
the interrogation
of countless captured
al-Qaeda suspects.
It means
she's a sadistic,
soulless b*tch.
She sounds like
one of my ex-wives.
For five years,
and beg for mercy,
but it didn't affect her
'cause she was good
at what she did.
Very good.
I'd clap, but I'm a little
tied up right now.
She did what she did
for minimum
warrant officer wage, Tommy.
Just think what she's gonna do
to the man who killed her fianc.
Just don't kill him.
We need some new wheels.
I'm taking this.
I'll phone back in 20 minutes.
Have fun.
What Devon said
was not quite accurate.
When it comes to
advanced interrogation techniques
or "the alternative
set of procedures,"
as the administration
referred to it...
"torture,"
as you would call it,
I never did it for money.
I did it for fun.
Let me see.
Good.
You don't care
about the package, do you?
I'm the definition of
a consummate professional,
but when you killed Dosan,
you crossed an invisible line.
Left or right?
He screamed like a b*tch,
you know.
- What?
- Your fianc.
He died like a b*tch.
Is this your clumsy attempt
to incite a reaction?
No, I'm just letting you know
he died like a b*tch.
Died screaming.
Like a whiny, little...
b*tch.
Is that all you got, lady?
Hm.
I know what
you're trying to do.
into an emotional response.
You think?
I think you just about did it.
Something's wrong.
You are really starting
to piss me off.
Sh*t!
Well, well, Tommy, old son.
Looks like you just increased
my take full share.
Sir?
The subject is conscious.
Hello, Tommy.
Hey, the German.
But seriously, do you really
want me to call you that?
I do.
What can I say?
I like it.
Besides, one never picks
one's own nickname.
Which makes for tall men
named Shorty
and fat men named Slim.
So...
what have you been up to
since we last met?
You mean, since you
sold my ass down the river?
Aw, but you had that coming.
How do you figure?
Well, you didn't follow through
with my request.
But, I must admit,
I may have overreacted a bit.
So do you know
why you're here, Thomas?
No.
I do have one
hellacious headache, though.
Well, that's because we
took a couple of pints
of your blood, Thomas.
My blood?
Well, I've taken all I can
from my father.
That's... that's pleasant.
That is...
reality.
What was in the wallet?
Season tickets.
Good seats, too.
Hard to come by.
But football tickets
do not a package make, Thomas,
but you do.
What's that got to do with me?
You, Thomas.
You are the package.
You see,
you and I, we...
An extremely rare
blood group.
Most people have
A, B, AB, O,
or one of
the assorted subsets.
But the two of you
are designated HH.
Sometimes known
as Bombay Blood.
Sadly, the only compatible match
And in the United States,
.004% of the population
share this affliction.
Big Doug had us all in
for physicals.
Hemolytic anemia is...
well, it's when the red blood cells
rupture and become dysfunctional.
Extremely painful condition.
Well, you see,
I need clean blood, Thomas.
But to find a compatible donor,
it's highly unlikely.
It's almost impossible, in fact.
Imagine my surprise
at finding one in my own stable.
Doug know he was
sending me into this?
Yeah, of course he did.
Yeah.
He sold you to me.
I liked you, Thomas.
You had potential.
But when it comes to a man's
sheer willingness to survive,
you'd be surprised
what one's willing to do.
You're plumb unlucky,
you know that, right?
Excuse me?
We ain't compatible.
You goddamn Kraut.
What do you mean?
Our blood may be the same,
but there's the issue
of my condition.
He's a dead man.
What condition?
Stop the drip.
What... what condition?
I... I can't.
What? Tell me, Thomas.
What... what are you saying?
- I can't.
- Tell me what you mean.
Guards! Guards!
Guards!
No! Don't shoot!
Don't kill him! Don't!
God damn, Tommy.
You just don't know
when to quit, do you?
Had yourself
one hell of a day, huh?
It ain't over yet.
There's a lot of money out there.
The kind of money a man
could have a lifetime on.
The kind of money a man
could get lost with.
I'm not greedy.
I could just as easily
split it 50/50.
I'll even give you the Merc.
I'll walk.
Think about it.
You don't need to kill me.
I'm just a man doing his job.
On the job or no job,
you killed my partner.
Yeah, now,
I'm gonna kill you.
Drop the guns, Tommy.
Your blood's no good to me
if you're dead.
Turn around.
Well, you have what I need,
Thomas.
And I'm gonna take it
with or without your consent.
with one strike.
I've only seen a man
kill like that once.
I was holding
a roll of quarters at the time.
I don't suppose it would
make a difference
if I said we could just
walk away from this, does it?
Not this time, Tommy.
The stakes are too high.
Ain't no rules
in this game, Tommy.
You got that right, jackass.
Still here.
No need for that.
Let's go.
It's good to see you, Tommy.
You mean that?
Yes, yes I do.
I know you do.
It was business,
Tommy, just business.
Just one man following
a bigger man's orders.
Tommy, if I tried to keep you
hidden from the German,
he would have taken
everything from me.
- Everything.
- I figured as much.
- Did he pay you up front?
- He did.
And that clears
your brother's debt.
With him dead,
what does that make you?
An older man
having grown tired
of this game.
I hear ya.
What now?
Well, the way I see it,
and file this little incident away,
or we go our separate ways,
leave the baggage behind
and wish each other
a hearty Godspeed.
A hearty Godspeed.
Godspeed, Big D.
Godspeed, Tommy.
Godspeed.
Thank you, Tommy.
Thank you.
Hey, man, you'd have done
the same thing for me.
Look, I'm gonna
get out of here soon.
And this time,
I ain't ever coming back.
I'm gonna set
things right, Tommy.
I'm gonna do that for you.
I know you will, bro.
I know you will.
Mercedes for the pickup
straight across? Deal.
Here are the keys.
Pink slip's
in the glove compartment.
Well, it was a pleasure
doing business with you, Tommy.
Thanks, Gary.
I'll be seeing you around, brother.
Hey, I'm back.
Yeah, one piece mainly.
- Hey, Tommy.
- Hang on.
You forgot this.
Sorry, Gary,
been a long day.
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