Vigilante Diaries Page #3

And there is no discharge

from this service, son.

You're never gonna live

a normal life again.

You're a stone-cold killer...

plain and simple.

No family, no next of kin.

EVERYBODY':
gonna want you.

C.I.A., Rangers,

SEALS...

this ain't like that at all.

Those fellas

get to go home at night,

see their families,

kiss their wives,

and play with their kids,

build that little white fence

around the house,

and, you know, sing hallelujah.

Your country needs you,

plain and simple.

- You follow?

- I do.

All right.

Good luck.

Woman:

Time to wake up, handsome.

You'll like this.

(SIZZLING)

(GRUNTING)

That smells good.

What happened to you?

What happened to the tough guy

that's always in the news, hmm?

(SHUDDERS)

You are a f***ing nobody.

You couldn't cut it with

the military or the feds.

- (CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Look who it is.

Can that piece of sh*t hear me?

Yes.

Hey, Mr. Vigilante,

or whatever the f*** your real name is.

You're a trophy now,

not a person.

I want to know something.

Was it worth it?

No.

Except for that stupid look

on your brother's face

when I put a bullet in it.

Please send me videos.

Will do.

This is going to be fun.

- (BUZZING)

. (DOG BARKING)

(BUZZING)

(BEEPING)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(DOG BARKING)

I guess it's not your time.

Mmm.

That's how we say good-bye

in London.

(GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Spread out! Find him!

I'll take the back!

Barry! Cover Geek!

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Whew.

You got this.

You motherfuckers!

This is Gucci!

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Sh*t, you the motherf***er

we been looking for.

You still owe me ten Gs.

You remember that?

Now's not the time.

We have to go now.

(GROANS)

- You good'!

- All good.

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

I believe this is yours.

I thought it'd be bigger.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Yeah! Holy sh*t!

Aw, f***!

Yes!

Sh*t, Jade, they f***in' did it!

They got him!

We got him!

He's okay!

- They did it!

- Copy that.

Man, you should...

It was insane!

You should have seen this sh*t,

the action.

There was RPGs

and there was land mines

and f***in' night vision

and f***in' machine...

(MIMICKING MACHINE GUNFIRE)

I even saw f***in' kuh-tai-sin!

Kuh-to-sin!

It was f***ing awesome!

- Mike, shut up.

- Oh, my God, wait! The Kid!

- The Kid was with them!

- I know. I know.

- Wait. What? You know'?

- Of course. I've always known.

What did I say?

Safer to keep us separate.

Anyway, now that he's back,

it'll all be okay now.

Things will be different.

(STATIC)

and we can move... move on.

Jade! Jade!

The hell?

Holy sh*t. Red!

- Get out of the ice cream truck.

- I thought you were dead.

Shut up. Now.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- You really are an idiot.

(SLURRING)

Why would you go to the...

- WOMAN:
He's not gonna talk.

- (CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(SAW WHIRRING)

I have the package.

Enough with the military lingo.

I'm a civilian now.

I'm tired of hearing that sh*t.

Now, you kidnapped

the rich kid, right?

Now don't say affirmative.

Say yes.

Yes.

I'm bringing him to you.

Nah, f***, no.

Your boyfriend,

the dude that looks like Dracula,

he still wants revenge, right?

So bring the rich kid to him.

Let him have some fun.

The Vigilante's

still on the streets.

Good. That f***ing gorilla

draws so much attention.

Let the cops and the feds

hunt his ass.

We can get to him.

No, no, no, no.

I have plans for him.

- Now, is that it?

- Yeah.

Enjoy your evening.

(WHIRRING)

About that uranium...

I don't...

I don't know anything.

- I don't know.

- You heard him!

- Where is it?

- (WHIRRING)

- (SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Tell him. Tell him!

(SCREAMS)

(MAN FADING IN)

You made a commitment.

(ECHOING)

I didn't beg you for that.

Calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

You should get that

looked at, you know.

Soon, yeah.

What the f***

happened over there?

- Nothing you need to know about.

- It's my life.

I'd like to know

what the f*** is going on.

Your life?

It's not your life anymore.

You gave that to me.

That belongs to me now.

You made a commitment.

I didn't beg you for that.

You don't remember, do you?

That was different.

It was for my country.

Now it's for the world.

All you gotta remember

is infiltrate,

pull the trigger,

and get the f*** out.

Outside of that,

there's nothing more to talk about.

And if we've reached an impasse,

there's gonna be a conclusion

that you're not gonna like one bit.

I should've seen this coming.

I saw your psyche masts,

you know.

Propensity for rebellion

and challenge of authority

and, uh, borderline bipolar

and all that, you know.

Look, I don't need to hear

that f***in' sh*t now. Come on.

It's been a short time, okay?

Get used to it.

You haven't been around that long.

I don't wanna, you know,

put down your worldview,

but, uh, it's never been

about, uh, good versus the bad.

It's about keeping

the powerful in power.

There's no out for you.

There's no out for me.

There's only the next mission.

(WATER RUNNING)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GROANS)

This is what you did

with that Arab cash.

We be diversifying, man.

I be flipping cars.

Tex be making tamales

and selling them.

And dude right here, man,

he opened up a gym.

What's the name of your gym?

XPC? DFG?

- EPX.

- We got a problem.

I just got this.

What the f***?

How'd they get him?

Mike had to open up to communicate

with us about the feed.

They were watching.

They found him.

- VIGILANTE:
Jesus.

- Who's they?

The entire Armenian mob.

They don't like me.

Nobody likes you.

Those dudes don't play.

Half of 'em ex-military.

Your boy's dead.

Wolfman, the f***ing white guy,

The Armenians, all that sh*t,

ain't none

of our f***in' business.

We did our job.

Here we are,

and there he is safe and sound.

Just show me the f***in' money.

There is no money

if he f***in' dies!

This f***in' white guy

is the one who's paying.

I suggest you start planning

a rescue operation.

- From the Armenian mob?

- BARRY:
Yeah.

That's not a rescue.

That's war.

Look, I'll take a rain check

for saving your ass,

but this rich douche bag

who own daddy won't pay to save him...

that ain't on us, man,

that's... that's your sh*t.

It is on me.

Just me.

I need wheels.

Got you.

Gear's in the back.

- You know where Mike Hanover is.

- Of course I know where he's at.

Planted a tracker on that dumb-ass

the day I met him.

The only person I trust is that

big motherf***er over there.

(CAR STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

So, what's up?

We getting paid?

(CHUCKLES)

The dude still owe me ten Gs.

Nobody get paid around him.

(HORN HONKS)

What is that?

It's close.

There's his ass right there,

that black BMW.

Vigilante:

All right, give him space.

- He's going in mat garage.

- I got him.

Hang back.

What the f*** is this?

It's a setup!

Go! Move!

(YELLING)

(SAGGING)

Stop... stop moving.

(COUGHING)

- (GUN CLATTERS)

- You're dead.

I'll kill you.

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