Wrong Side Of Town Page #5

Stop.

Shut up.

Would you do something

about her?

Let her go.

Ah, Officer Briggs.

Welcome to the party.

I said

let the kid go.

I don't take orders

from you.

It's none of

your business.

Why don't you do

what you do best--

look the other way?

Are you out of your

f***ing mind--

grabbing a kid,

kidnapping?

What the f***

are you thinking?

Would you look

at this?

A crooked cop

with a conscience--

how heroic.

Seth, looking the other way

on a drug deal is one thing.

Grabbing a kid--

you're over the line.

Oh, am l?

Because of that kid's

father, Ethan's dead.

The universe

has to balance.

That girl's father

is a war hero.

Your brother's

a world-class a**hole.

Where's the balance

in that?

Don't you f***ing call

my brother an a**hole.

Oh, come on, man.

Your brother's

a smartass coke freak

that pisses people off

for a living, you included.

Stop it.

Who do you think told

Nicky Wilcox

what's on that

tape, huh?

I'll tell you who.

It was Ethan.

Ethan's popping off

to Nicky

and, dumb luck for you,

the junkie calls me.

You shut the f*** up

now, Briggs.

Ethan Bordas

always wanted to be

big brother Seth,

always wanted

to be you,

resenting the fact

that he would never be

anything than your

little brother.

Truth is, that kid

was so sick of being

in your shadow

that he had to get

himself killed

to craw out

from under it.

Seth, your brother--

Shut up!

Ethan wasn't

my brother.

What?

He wasn't my brother.

He was my son--

my son.

You hear me?

My son.

When I was 16

I was fooling around

with the girl upstairs

and she got pregnant.

Her parents wanted her

to get rid of the kid,

but my mother

wouldn't have it.

So when Ethan was born

we took him in

and she told everybody

that he was hers.

So you see, Briggs,

me grabbing the kid

of the guy

that killed my kid

makes perfect sense.

Seth, it's not gonna

bring your son back.

Now I can fix this.

It's not too late

if you just

give me the girl.

And we go back to doing

what we do best--

making money.

Okay.

All right.

All right.

Take her.

It's okay, sweetie.

It's over.

You'll be home soon.

I lied, cop.

I never like that

piece-of-sh*t cop anyway.

Bordas, if my daughter isn't

released in five seconds,

this next shot

goes through your head.

Don't move, Kalinowski,

or I'll kill your daughter.

Go ahead.

What?

I said go ahead.

Then I'm gonna shoot your boss

right between his eyes.

Let her go, Deacon.

Do what he says.

I knew you'd come

and save me.

- You okay, Bri?

- I am now.

So what now, war hero?

Are you gonna shoot me?

Well, that's up to you.

I don't want to, but if you

keep coming after me,

what choice do I have?

You win.

Call your men off.

It's over.

Bobby Kalinowski's

free to go.

Let's go, baby.

Go after them.

Come here.

Bri, listen to me.

We need to hide you

for a little while.

- Oh.

- I know, baby. I'm sorry.

You'll be safe in here.

- I love you, baby.

- I love you too, Daddy.

Go kick their asses.

All I want to know is,

did you get him yet?

Almost. We got him cornered

down at the new pier.

No sign of the girl,

though.

Almost?

What if I almost put

my foot up your ass?

Yes, sir.

Move.

Come on, Kalinowski,

get up.

Daddy?

Not really.

Hello again, sweetheart.

- Big Ronnie.

- Hey.

I'm glad to see you.

What took you so long?

A strong current.

Hey, go get your daughter, man.

I got this.

Yeah?

Are you sure?

What do you think he weighs,

about a buck fifty?

Yeah, you got him.

You really need that?

I was thinking

the same thing.

Come here.

Shut up.

Trouble!

Oh, yeah, big trouble.

Let her go, Seth.

- No.

- Let her go.

No, you took my child.

I'm gonna take yours.

What?

No, Bordas,

Ethan took his own life

when he decided

to attack my wife.

Shut up, shut up.

All right, your move,

big man.

What are you

gonna do now,

kill us both?

No.

Just you.

Daddy.

You okay, baby?

Wow.

Brianna,

meet Big Ronnie.

Ronnie, Brianna.

It's a pleasure

to meet you finally.

Hey, man,

thank you.

All right.

I guess this makes us

even, huh?

No, we're not even.

I saved your ass,

like, three times.

You only saved me once.

Even?

I saved you

in the park.

I saved you from those

two fat guys.

I saved you

from ninja boy.

Save me, like

two more times

before we're even.

Wait, the park?

You set me up in the park.

Yeah yeah yeah.

You still owe me.

Who's he?

An old war buddy, baby.

Well, he's cool.

Yeah, he's cool.

But you're cooler.

But his tattoos were awesome.

I want one.

- No, no tattoos.

- Please, Daddy, come on.

We're not gonna talk

about this, Bri.

Just one,

one little one.

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