Wrong Side Of Town Page #2

all the hospitality.

Well, it's nice

meeting you, Ethan.

Hey, baby, where are you going?

You're in my club,

so I know you're looking

to have a good time.

How about you come

check out my office?

Actually, I can't.

I have to get back

to my husband.

Hey, baby, come on.

I'm just trying to be friendly.

Come on.

You like to slide

the ropes?

- What?

- I got some great sh*t.

What? No,

I don't do drugs.

Baby, come on.

F***ing a**hole!

I like it rough,

the aggressive ones.

Get off.

Argh!

Come on, b*tch.

Come on.

Where's Dawn?

I don't know. She left the ladies' room

before I did.

She should have been back

by now.

Come on, baby.

- Get the f*** off me!

- Come on, b*tch.

No!

F***ing get off!

Dawn.

Dawn, are you in here?

No no no!

No!

F***ing get off!

What the f***?

Oh my God.

You're f***ing dead,

you motherf***er.

Bobby, look out!

Get up, motherf***er.

Come on, a**hole.

Oh my God.

Oh, sh*t.

We have a big problem.

He had it coming.

No, you don't

understand, Bobby.

That's Ethan.

That's Seth's brother.

This is not good.

This is not good.

Gentlemen.

Looks like you had

a good day, huh, Briggs?

So what do I need

to know?

Well,

everything's good

right now,

but you need to

screen your boys

a little more carefully.

You got lucky today.

I was able to intervene.

You might not be so lucky

next time.

Yeah, right.

Rat bastards.

Can't trust anybody

nowadays, can you, Briggs?

Jesus f***ing Christ,

what did he do now?

Look, I gotta roll.

It's my little brother again.

Ethan.

The little bastard can't keep his prick

in his pants.

Just remember

what I said, Seth.

You can count on it.

Let's roll.

I need you to calm down

and tell me what happened.

- Can't come in here, sir.

- The hell I can't.

I'm Seth Bordas.

This is my club.

Sir, please please.

- What happened?

- Are you Seth Bordas?

That's right.

What happened?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bordas.

Your brother's dead.

Ethan!

Ethan! Ethan!

Ethan!

Get out of here.

Ethan!

Ethan!

Who did this?

Who did this?

You menace!

He asked me

if I wanted

to go to his office

and do some coke,

and I said no.

Dawn left the ladies' room

before me.

And when I got back

to the table

she wasn't there.

Bobby got worried,

so he went

to look for her.

- Why stab him?

- What are you talking about?

I didn't stab him.

He came at me with the knife.

So it was his knife?

Yeah, of course

it was his knife.

How did his knife

end up in his chest?

How did that happen?

I stepped to the side.

He tripped and

fell on it, I guess.

This guy was

out of his mind.

I was just

defending myself.

Can you be a little

more specific?

What do you want me

to say,

that he tried

to rape me?

Suppose I told you

I had a witness

who says you did

stab him?

I'd say you and your witness

are full of sh*t.

So are you charging me with something

or am I out of here?

Just sit tight.

Can I get you anything--

a water, a coffee?

My wife.

I want to see my wife.

Where is she?

You're gonna see her.

So what do you think?

The stories match.

He hasn't lawyered up.

I think it's just like

he's saying-- self-defense.

Bordas was

a train wreck anyway.

This was another one.

Ain't that the truth?

If old Ethan was found

dead in a ditch,

we wouldn't have

the personnel

to interview all

the likely suspects.

Right.

What about fingerprints?

The only fingerprints on that knife

belonged to Ethan Bordas.

Okay, cut him loose.

Briggs.

Talk to me.

What did you find out?

It looks like

self-defense.

Look, you know Ethan

better than anybody.

What?

I want that rat bastard's

head on a stake.

You hear me, Briggs?

You hold on to him

until you f***ing

hear from me.

Too late.

We just released him.

God damn it!

Listen, Seth.

Don't do

anything stupid.

If anything happens

to this guy,

cops will be

all over you

and there won't be a damn thing

I can do about it.

Son of a b*tch!

Seth.

F***.

Looks like I gotta

take care of this myself.

Want us to go

pick him up?

It's too late

for that.

That idiot Briggs

let him go.

All right,

I want you to put

a word out on the street--

who brings me

Bobby Kalinowski.

This city is officially

on lockdown.

What about your friend

the booze guy?

He brought death

into my house.

If he gets in the way,

kill him.

But I want

Bobby Kalinowski alive.

Now get out of here.

Y'all down?

For 100 grand I'd get

Seth Bordas my mom.

- For 100 grand?

- Yeah.

- Let's get this paper, man.

- Let's do that.

All right then.

Y'all down?

Sounds good.

What the hell

is going on?

Come on, a**hole.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Get us out of here, Clay.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Clay, get us

out of here.

- But I might hit someone.

- Clay, go now.

Oh, sh*t.

- Clay.

- Okay.

Go!

Pull into that

parking garage.

- Dawn, call 911.

- I'm not getting any service.

Right there, Clay.

Back it in by those cars.

Bobby, what are you

doing, man?

I'll distract them.

Clay, get the girls out of here.

- Take them to the police station.

- I'm not gonna leave you.

- Dawn, please.

- Forget it.

Okay, listen, I'll meet you

at 7th and Oak in 10 minutes.

Don't wait

one second longer.

Oh my God, Bobby.

What's this guy, a freakin'

human spider or what?

Aim for the legs.

Seth wants him alive.

Cops. Sh*t!

It's been 10 minutes.

We're not leaving him,

Clay.

Oh my God, Bobby.

- Oh my God, are you hurt?

- It's nothing.

Come on, baby, I've hurt

myself worse shaving.

Relax relax relax.

We gotta go.

- Clay, Elise, out of the car.

- Okay.

I'm not leaving my car

in this neighborhood.

They know this car.

Come on, man.

I'm sorry.

Leave it. Let's go.

Come on.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

We gotta go back

to the police station.

So how do you know

he was dead

if you didn't

check him?

He fell off

the side of a building

and splattered

like a bug.

Briggs, what did you

find out?

Understood.

Let me know

when you find him.

Nobody-- but nobody

could have survived

that fall.

You stupid

f***ing moron.

I tell you

I want him alive

and you try

to kill him.

Now I find out

you can't even do that.

Apparently,

you both don't know

the difference

between dead or alive.

Markus.

It's really not

that difficult.

Dead.

Alive.

Dead.

Alive.

Dead.

No!

We'll get him,

I swear!

Alive.

Say, Chris, let me see

that GPS, nigga.

No, man, I ain't

giving you my GPS.

I just got this

jump-off, man.

Man, give me the GPS.

Quit bullshitting, man.

We don't need no GPS.

These motherfuckers

is on foot,

with some b*tches.

They can't be no further

than a couple of blocks

north of Washington.

Oh, so you're

a compass now?

Look, man,

let's do this the "G" way.

Let's hit these streets.

Feel me?

Ask a few people.

That's straight, boss.

Let's bounce, man.

Damn right,

that's straight.

Let's roll,

my nigga.

Sh*t, still no signal.

Okay, the police station

is two blocks that way.

I think if we cut

through here,

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