The Way of the Gun Page #2

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Do you understand me? Do you?

-Yes!

-Go.

Wait for me.

Right this way!

Do you care about this baby?

Then you walk.

Cover!

Move!

Are you okay? Miss?

The baby is kicking.

The guns and noise...

the baby is kicking like crazy.

Please!

Relax!

Could you be easy, please?

-You can open your eyes now.

-I don't want to look at you.

It doesn't matter.

All right.

-Follow me, Tonto.

-All right, give them room.

-What 's your name?

-Robin.

-And the father?

-You had it all figured out, huh?

Listen, the sooner you tell us who

the money is, the sooner....

The sooner I end up dead.

I know that as long as

I'm carrying this baby...

and you two don't have

the money, I'm alive.

We're not talking about how long

you'll live, but how slow you'll die.

What do you call your baby?

-It 's not mine.

-Like that matters.

He have to have a name.

What do you think when you

think about deaf people...

people who are born deaf,

who never heard a spoken word?

What do they call the son, their mother

or their own reflection in the mirror?

That 's what I call it.

There's no name.

I'm not gonna name it. For what?

-Help.

-Sh*t.

Dr. Painter, this is Colleen

at your message service.

I've got an emergency call

from Robin.

-It's hard to say it,but I can't.

-You said you'd tell me anything.

It's not illegal,is it?

No,Daddy.

That was a stupid thing to ask.

-He's a doctor. He'll obey us.

-I need help!

-You have too much faith in people.

-How to kidnap somebody without it?

Let 's fake it.

Would you get me Mr. Chidduck?

Hi, Robin. Look at me.

-Talk to me. How do you feel?

-I'm dizzy. I'm not gonna make it.

-You're gonna make it.

-Am I gonna have it?

-How long since you drank water?

-I don't know.

You do what I say, you understand

me? You do what I say!

If anything happens to me,

if this all goes terribly wrong...

It already has gone

terribly wrong.

I'm sorry.

Just get me a f***ing figure.

What kind of a kidnapping is this?

Aren't we in the demands phase

at this point?

-You can't pay,Hale.

-Certainly I can.

It's not about the money, the life

of the girl,even the child.

They get caught crossing

the border,running a red light...

that money is coming

right back to you.

You'll have to account for it,

explain. Understand what I said?

You cannot pay.

Joe, can't you just go over and...

whatever, you know...

rub them out?

No,no.

If we call the police,

surround them,sweat them out...

they only have their lives. We

don't have to negotiate. They do.

Robin is their only chip. They have

to give her up. It's that simple.

You keep your money, the girl,

and nobody looks at your books.

I can't.

No! No police!

Just, you know...

hell, figure it out!

She's dehydrated. The pain

can feel very much like labor.

-But she won't lose the baby.

-No.

-But she'll have it within 6 days.

-Don't lie to me, Doc.

I'm not gonna lie. I'm concerned

for the health of my patient.

The baby is over eight pounds

and should come out by the 15th.

Don't push us, man.

-Can't she have it sooner?

-You mean, induce?

-Here? Absolutely not.

-Don't hand me that, Doc.

-First baby was born in a cave.

-Because it had to be.

-What if he had to?

-Yeah.

-As for baby and mother surviving....

-Forget that. Who are the parents?

You guys don't....

-Who are the parents?

-Francesca and Hale Chidduck.

Oil and steel Chidducks,

Vegas union-busters Chidducks?

-You guys have never...?

-It 's not our crowd.

He's a front man for developers

who cut in on rough territory.

Sometimes he launders money

out of Mexico. He's f***ing crazy.

Makes his living collecting other

people's enemies, shooting them.

This is their worst nightmare, and

you don't know who you grabbed?

How much money this guy have?

-I have no idea.

-Will he deal?

Anything to keep it quiet.

Abner?

-Joe!

-You busy?

No, not at all.

-You drunk?

-A little. What can I do for you?

I need you to stay with somebody.

She needs medical supervision.

-She's not well. Let me stay.

-Don't get smart with me, Doc.

Superman never gets the girl.

-What 's this?

-It 's the ransom note.

Just sit tight with this

Chidduck guy. We'll be in touch.

You're gonna be the bagman. You'll

meet me in Mexico with the money.

She'll be with my partner. You and

I won't know where until he calls.

You'll come alone and you'll come

equipped to induce labor.

Not, she dies.

You're followed, she dies.

If I don't answer the phone

when my partner calls, she dies.

It 's on your head now. The more

careful you are, the less I worry.

-Got me? That baby's coming out.

-I understand.

Right.

You got a number for this thing?

Don't say "Who? Me?

He? She?" You got a number?

We'll call you when

we're ready. Go.

Are you going to eat that

other half of your sandwich?

-I was, but... are you hungry?

-Yes. I'm pregnant.

-I like bacon.

-It 's from a gas station.

It 's still good.

Thanks.

The shooting began after they

kidnapped an unidentified woman.

Thanks, Jack.

-Which one of you is Jeffers?

-Who are you?

Of course. I'm Joe Sarno.

Mr. Chidduck sent me.

-When can we...?

-We're working on your release now.

The police are not ready

to charge you, but...

they are a bit upset that no one

will tell them what 's going on.

-Are you a lawyer?

-Do I look like a f***ing lawyer?

I handle Mr. Chidduck's laundry.

Things like you. I make

unpleasant decisions for him...

of which he can and never will

know. And he sleeps very well.

You're a bagman.

Let 's just say I deal in the fine

art of adjudication. Now...

Obecks, is it?

What did you tell the cops?

Cop want to know why there was two

dead bodyguards and nobody to guard.

I told him we took the client out,

the client 's name was confidential.

He asked who took the client out,

I told him that was confidential.

He said the client was a witness. I

said no, it was before the shooting.

He said I had all the answers. I

said, yes, because it 's the truth.

Was there a time when one of the

deceased could've been in touch...?

-Wait. You don't think...?

-No, I don't think.

Nor do I assume, speculate

or hypothesize.

I merely observe.

And what I observe...

is one frantic f***-up on what

should be a routine exec protect.

Two yahoos wipe out half his

staff coming out of a building...

in broad daylight,

empty-handed, empty-handed.

-How can this happen, I ask?

-She was running.

-Unlikely.

-She took that kid for herself.

I had her in the box. You think a

woman with a baby in her belly...

is going to walk into a hail of

pistol fire for some fresh air?

-For weeks she acted hinky.

-She's out of our sight a minute...

in nine months, and she goes

for the door. She was....

-You picked her to be the host.

-So naturally it 's our fault, right?

-F*** me.

-Well...

I am, to say the least,

perplexed as well as frustrated.

It is Mr. Chidduck's wish that you

two idiots remain in this employ.

He speaks very highly of you.

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