The Specialist Page #3

Is that possible?

You need me.

I studied him, I drew him out.

With my voice, with my ads.

He trusts me.

Why do I need you?

Why don't I just grab him

before he brings Tomas down?

Why do you even need...

...to live at all?

Maybe he's not interested in

a big-mouth, hotshot a**hole like you.

You know what I love about you?

It's not just this...

...poetry.

It's your heart.

It's the heart you bring to your work.

But if you don't set up a meeting with

him before he drops the third target...

...you'll pray for a lifetime

of Tomas's attentions...

...his delicate touch.

- I promise.

- Don't touch me.

I'm sorry.

I've always wondered...

...what was it like...

...after you watched your parents die.

Did you go over to the bed?

Did little May hug them?

Did you try to shake them awake?

How much blood?

I'm just curious, was there...

...a lot of blood?

Don't push me.

What're you doing here?

Take it easy, hotshot.

I'm checking on you.

I don't need you goddamn

baby-sitting for me.

Why don't you look for who's hitting us?

What's the first move?

Door-to-door search?

I'm sick of you.

My father thinks he needs you.

When he finds out he doesn't...

...you're mine.

I feel threatened.

You are threatened.

Five hundred.

Okay, I'm out of here.

Just a second.

May Munro.

Get in!

Get up!

Go in there! Get him!

Get the f*** in there!

Keep them back.

Get them out!

F***!

Good one, Ray.

Really good.

Joe, I am so sorry.

You're sorry?

My son...

...is in a closed casket...

...and...

...you are sorry.

I hold you responsible.

He wouldn't lay low.

What'd you say?

I said, "He wouldn't lay low."

Are you trying to tell me

that was his fault now?

That's how it was.

The way it was! You were supposed

to protect his back!

His life was in your hands!

You know what you do?!

You cut my heart out, you know.

And now you look, my...

...my son...

...is lying in a box.

You know...

...you were the one...

...who let it happen.

You're not thinking straight.

Jesus Christ, don't you try to tell me.

I swear to God, don't say another word.

Not another word or I'll kill you here.

You understand?

Now...

...you go out...

...you go out and you find

this explosive expert...

...and you...

...bring him to me alive...

...before I bury Tomas.

"Adrian Hastings of Miami,

Dade County.

"Services 3:
00 p.m., Friday

at San Juan De Boneo."

Her body's in cold storage

at County General.

How does this sound?

"Lonely, needy, deeply hurt.

Will be discreet."

Story of my life.

Get this on every major

bulletin board service.

Put the response number through

long-distance and be ready to trace.

Okay?

Guys like this, they won't advertise.

You must draw them out.

Do your best.

Hi, baby! Are you wearing

any underwear?

Get rid of him.

Your experience doesn't match my needs.

- Get rid of him.

- I am.

Thirty calls and nothing.

I don't know if this makes sense.

I'll decide if it makes

any sense or not, okay?

Go on, take it. Take it!

Line five and...

Go.

Hello?

Calling about the ad, right?

Yeah.

Right.

I thought you were someone else.

The ad was similar to others.

Give me a number.

I can't talk on this phone.

Forget it.

You have a message from May.

I've got a message...

...from May.

- Who is this?

- She's okay.

She wants to meet you.

No, I don't think so.

Put Trent on the line.

What did you say?

Trent. He's standing next to you.

I want to talk to him.

Put him on the line!

Ned, can you hear me?

Talk to me. Talk to me, Ned.

Your playmates know what kind of man

you are? Why the Agency fired you?

That killing people

was like jerking off for you?

Watching those bloody bodies

going though the air gets you off.

Talk to me. When you crawl

into your hole at night alone...

...and you are alone, aren't you?

Tell me what burns you the most.

Losing your job as a CIA attack dog...

...or knowing that I turned you in

and I'm still alive?

Talk to me!

You'll sell your service

to the highest bidder!

You stinking nugget!

F*** you, Ray! F*** you!

You killed!

Your bombs!

How many? 10, 50, 100,

before you lost count?

It was your bombs on the bridge

in Bogota! Your bomb in the cabana!

But you're getting sloppy.

You broke your code.

You killed an innocent bystander.

It is eating you up inside, isn't it?

You were always too sensitive.

But guess what?

I'm coming to take all the pain away.

I'll f***ing cut it right out of you,

and close your heart in my hand.

I'm right behind you! I know you!

You've got no mercy.

You got no f***ing loyalty.

And you got no code.

- Listen to me, you son of a b*tch!

- Time's up, 58 seconds.

God damn it!

Son of a b*tch!

I'll f***ing kill you!

I'll vaporize your ass!

What're you looking at?

Turn around!

Nobody...

...says a word.

Tell me that you got a trace.

Just tell me.

He jumped off before we locked him.

- We got a partial trace.

- Shut up.

She gave of herself...

...for 40 years.

She dedicated her life...

...generously...

...courageously...

...to all of us, Cuban orphans

everywhere.

She has shown us a road.

For the wages sin pays is death.

But the gift God gives...

...is everlasting life...

...by Christ, Jesus Our Lord.

How did I look?

Why did you do this?

I wanted to meet you.

I wanted to know if you were

everything I ever thought.

Nobody ever is.

Hold it.

Open the casket.

Who are you?

I said, open the f***ing casket!

B*tch!

F***!

We shouldn't be here.

Not if we want to stay alive.

Is it worth it?

I think so.

I hope so.

Let me see this beautiful face.

Why'd you let me think I killed you?

I thought it was the only way

I could get Tomas's men off my back.

Give me some details.

Poor lady O.D.'d in the emergency room.

I dropped my wallet in her purse...

...and here I am.

Pretty good, especially...

...if you're really an amateur.

You could've been killed.

I had to be there when he died.

I needed to see it.

Anyway...

I knew you'd choose

the safest way for everybody.

I studied your style.

I knew you always focused

your detonation.

So I knew...

...as long as I was facing Tomas,

right in front of him, like this...

Even closer, like this...

...I know I feel safe.

Excuse me.

Police is looking for these two.

If you see them,

call the number on the back.

Wait.

I have seen them.

Back from the dead.

Jesus.

Thank God.

I was just going to call you.

About the funeral thing,

I'm sorry, there's just...

It was the only way to draw him out.

It worked. I don't have to tell you.

I used the attachment thing,

and I got him.

Couldn't stay away from me.

So?

I just want to get one thing straight.

You did all this to deliver him to me?

We had a deal.

I hold up my end of the deal.

You are classic, May.

Where is he?

- Here!

- Where?

- In the hotel.

- I know. Where?

I got a key. I think it...

This key?

I mean, I do have a key.

- He's on a high floor, it's 10 or 11.

- Take her to the car.

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