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Calling Dr. Davies.

Dr. Davies to emergency.

Shock him.

Clear.

Again, give me 250.

Doctor, doesn't look
like he'll make it.

We just can't quit.

Don't tell me that, Nurse.

Shock him.

I want 250 KG's right now.

Shock him.

Breathe!

Get me an arm string, stat.

This girl don't breathe,
the baby's gonna die.

Hey you, this is
elective surgery!

You wanna put
that on your head!

This is elective surgery!
- You don't care about that?

- The baby's gonna die.
- You can't do it!

- I need this room!
- This is elective surgery!

Get outta here, get out!

Come on, I know you're tired.

Come on, Sarah, push.

Here it comes.

Here it comes, Sarah.

Put down the water,
get me suction.

Don't die on me, kid!

You're too young to die.

That's it, I can see the head.

Come on, push Sarah, push.

A little more.

There it is, there it is.

Yeah.

Clear!

It's not working.

Shock him again.

Dr. Davies, to OR 12.

Scissors.

Clear!

Give me 400 KB's.

400 large!

You can't do a
proper KB shock again.

Shock him!

Clear!

Again.

Clear.

The kid's dead, Doctor.

I was trained, I'm a real
tech, I call the time.

This kid's not gonna die, Nurse!

- Dr. Preston!
- Come back here, Nurse!

The kid's too young to die!

He's too young to die.

Push, Sarah, push.

That's it, that's it.

That's it, Sarah.

This boy.

Fuck that!

I did 13 years
in big city emergency.

I quit on four
separate occasions.

I quit 'cause no matter
how much work I did in ER,

I couldn't touch the
root of the problem.

All I was doing was putting
a bandaid on a severed limb.

Know what the problem is?

Drugs.

87% of all trauma that comes
through emerge is drug related.

Overdoses,

drug wars,

addiction,

substance abuse,

bad drugs,

car wrecks caused
by kids on drugs,

crimes committed to get drugs.

Drugs.

No, no!

- Let me go!
- No!

- Let me go!
- No!

Let me go.

Clarence, let me go!

No!

Oh God, please.

No!

This is it.

Sean just sent me and
I'm not letting you go!

You God dang scab!

- Hey, leave her alone.
- Let me go!

Oh God!

Please don't let him take me.

No!

Did Turner send you after her?

No, Jack Daniel's
brought me here.

Mother fucker.

Now get up, we've got to go!

Okay, maybe
Turner did send me.

Get up or die right here!

Let her go!

Ah, stop it!

Stop it!

You know what?

Today is ugly day.

No shit.

And we're gonna get
really ugly on you.

Next time, Turner will
send a man to do the job.

Who the hell is Turner?

Yeah, right.

You geezers fucked with
this bird one time too many.

No!

I want verbals
with you, my son.

Where has Turner got her kid?

Nice tie.

Look, I don't even
know the broad.

Hi Clarence.

Get off me.

Let him go.

Let him go?

Why the fuck should
I let him go?

You kill him
and I'll kill you.

I swear to God.

Oh, I see.

Wrong place, wrong time?

Daemon.

You didn't have to kill him.

Clarence loved
you, didn't he, Lisa?

He was just trying to help me.

Tell me something, Lisa,
just between you and me.

I won't tell Turner, I promise.

Were you and Clarence lovers?

Fuck you.

Come on.

What's it like to
do a black guy?

I don't know, you tell me.

Good.

I mean, there's always
the size and everything.

But then again,

62 % of all women say
that size doesn't matter.

Personally, I think
they're full of shit.

They're all men
all got little dicks.

How did Clarence measure up?

Fuck you, Daemon.

I'm a hell of a lot
closer to doing you

than I ever was
to doing Clarence.

Okay.

So, are you gonna
shoot me or what?

'Cause if not, I've
got a dinner date uh,

Turner's waiting in the
limo with your daughter.

You.

God damn you, Daemon.

God damn you.

You need to become more
comfortable with death.

We done now?

Oh.

I almost forgot.

Questions and answers.

Who was the 13th president
of the United States?

What?

The 13th president of the
United States, who was he?

Grant.

Wrong.

EAN989,

EAN989, EAN989.

You know, when
mommy's away like that,

bad things can happen.

Bad things could
happen to Marie, right?

Nothing is gonna
happen to Marie, Nick.

You wanna go see
mommy for just a second?

Come on, baby.

Okay, it's okay, it's okay.

I was dying,
having accomplished what?

That's when the solution hit me.

Dr. Jack Davies attended to
the problem, not the solution.

Dr. Jack Davies had to go.

Seems everything we
are is in our wallets.

Credit cards, license, birth
certificate, social security.

No wallet, no identity.

Kill the head, the body dies.

60, inserting catheter now.

He's under.

I don't know what's
holding this guy together.

By all rights, he
should be in the morgue.

Jesus Christ, look
at this guy's face.

Is he still conscious?

So you're absolutely sure

that you killed that man in
the alley the other night?

You know, we wouldn't
have had that complication

if it wasn't for Lisa.

Daemon, it's not in
your job description

to comment on Lisa's behavior.

That's my prerogative.

Yes.

Sorry.

Yes, I finished off that guy.

Well that's interesting

because I caught a
newscast this morning

that said a man was found shot

in that very alley
that we were in.

Now he's currently in
hospital and he can't speak.

I'd like to keep it that way.

You catch the
name, the hospital?

Well, he's a John Doe.

The hospital's name is
The Trinity on Roberts.

A bad thing if he talks about
your face or my license plate.

So why don't you and the boys

go down there and
pay him a visit?

Sure.

I'll send him a get
well card from you.

Has he spoken?

Has he said anything?

No, nothing.

You're very fortunate.

You're very lucky to
be alive, young man.

Let me know the moment
he speaks, will you?

Of course.

Who the hell are you?

Not that it matters.

Hey, what are you doing?

I gotta get outta here.

No, come on, stop.

- No, no, hey, hey.
- I gotta get outta here.

Lie down, please.

The guys that shot me
probably know I'm still alive.

Come on.

Hey, shh, no no,
you're delirious.

Guys' dead, I saw a face.

I know a name, I've
got a license plate.

Oh, just lie down.

I'm dead if I stay here.

- Look, you just
had major surgery.

You move-
- I'm dead if I, dead if I-

- You're gonna start bleeding.

- I'm dead if I stay here.

Will you help me get outta here?

I can't.

You have to help me.

Will you help me?

I can't do it.

- Please help me.

I'm dead, please.

Get me out of here.

I need some clothes.

Get me out of here.

You can save my life.

Get me out of here.

Save my life.

They'll kill me.

Don't you understand?

They'll kill me.

- Okay.

- Get me out of here.

Get me out of here.
- Stay there.

I'll get some clothes.

Did you kill
that man in the alley?

Do you think
I'd say yes if I had?

You seem honest.

Did you kill him?

There's a difference
between honesty and stupidity.

You trying to walk
out of here, now that's stupid.

You move, you'll start bleeding.

Let me be honest.

If I hang around
here, that's stupid.

I've gotta get outta here, now.

- Hold it, hold fire!

This motherfucker's on the run!

You're bleeding.

This is crazy.

- Hold still, sweetheart.

- Go, hurry up.

- Oh God.

Over here.

- I want you to turn on all
the elements on your stove.

You have some needle and thread?

- God, good.

I want you to boil the
needle and the thread.

Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on.

I want you to wedge the
knives into the element coils.

Okay?

Go.

- Okay, got it.

I got them.

We'll need two cooking mitts.

One for you, one for me.

When the knives are red hot,

I want you to bring them to me.

Are you listening to me?

This is really important.

They're almost ready.

- Allison, you gotta,
you gotta hurry up.

When they're red hot, you
bring 'em to me, okay?

- You're cauterizing.

- Yeah.

Stops the bleeding.

Disinfects and makes
it heal faster.

Also leaves a hell of a scar.

- I bet.

- Hand me another knife.

Is it ready yet?

- Why didn't you cauterize that?

- Too close to the heart.

In a weakened state,

the shock of cauterizing

can cause serious
cardiac palpitations,

maybe even cardiac arrest.

- That's ER talk.

You must be a doctor.

Or something.

- Mr. Nick Turner is no
stranger to any of us here.

In times of difficulties,

he's been a brave
friend, a worthy friend.

Now a whole lot of the
efforts and policies

that we believe
necessary and integral

to this great country of ours,

are financed directly from
Mr. Turner's ample pockets.

- Cut the candy
coated bullshit, okay?

Turner supports
your covert games-

- Cigar sir?
- Oh, thank you.

- Because we let
him smuggle drugs.

Striker here may have to justify

his taking money
from you by financing

the more questionable
operations of the CIA,

but I don't happen
to be such a pussy.

- The CIA didn't get
a cut, and the DEA,

they'd shut this country down
faster than you could spit.

And there'd be nothing coming in

and nothing to line
your pockets with.

- Let's just cut to the
bottom line, shall we?

Every Senator at this table

has over the years received
a great deal of cash from me.

Now I would like
to favor returned.

The "Use, Don't Lose" bill
that is before the Senate now,

Bill 616, I would
like it passed.

This bill simply states
that any individual caught

with an illegal
amount of substance

deemed for personal use only,

will be issued a summary fine

and will not be subject
to criminal charges.

- This bill means big
savings to your constituents

in the form of tax dollars.

No more messy prosecutions.

It frees up the courts

and leaves the police to
tend to more serious issues.

- The bill is tantamount to
legalizing heroin and cocaine!

- Rollins, distribution
will still be illegal.

The cities
will be uninhabitable.

- Oh, for Christ sakes,
they're uninhabitable now.

- What kind of bullshit
game is going on here?

- It's not a game, Rollins.

If Bill 616 passes,

I will become one of
the most powerful,

one of the wealthiest
entities in the United States,

which means that
all of you gentlemen

will be very, very
handsomely rewarded.

Now is that a game?

- Bill 616 will never pass.

- You know what your
problem is, Rollins?

Selective morals.

Do you remember the
three strikes bill

that was passed in your state?

I shudder to think of the
amount of money I put into that.

Tens of millions of dollars
to make you look good.

- I will not be a part
of ruining this country!

You already are.

- Oh, oh what are
you gonna do, Nick?

Are you gonna blackmailer
us into voting yes?

- I advise every
Senator at this table

to vote yes on Bill 616.

Is that clear?

- Perfectly.
- Let's go.

- Fuck him.

He thinks he's bigger than us?

Fuck him.

We'll see who's
balls clang louder.

We'll see.

- I think we should
make an example of him.

Daemon, I've got a
little job for Lisa.

- Excuse me.

Do you have a light?

- Well, I most
certainly hope so.

- Nasty habit.

Rollins, do you have any idea
how much money is at stake here?

- You're out of
your mind, Turner.

I'm a United States Senator.

You can't do this.

- I can do whatever
the hell I want.

Now five more pushups
for being so stupid!

You are are a disgusting,
sniveling, stinking politician.

- Oh fuck you.

- You have sucked on
the government's tit
for far too long.

Do you know what
we're doing here?

Is that the most pushups
you can do, seven?

That is pathetic.

Now you better do
one more push up,

or I'm gonna have Daemon
shoot you right now.

Questions and answers, Senator.

Who was the fifth president
of the United States?

- Adams.

- James Monroe.

And what was the
name of his wife?

- His wife?

I don't know.

- You know what annoys me?

That these people that
we elect to government,

to Congress and the White House,

they know nothing about the
history of this great nation.

- You son of a bitch.

I'm gonna bring back slavery.

I don't know
who this guy is.

We sleep together, but
he never even touches me.

Sometimes I hear him
call out the name Lisa.

I always pick the winners.

Pick that one, mommy.

- Okay.

Oh, these are gonna
be so pretty, Marie.

- Why was Uncle Nick
so mad at you, mommy?

Oh, we just had a little
argument, sweetie.

- 'Cause sometimes he scares me.

He says bad things sometimes.

- Like what does he say?

- He says you ran away.

You wouldn't ever run away and
leave me, would you, mommy?

- Oh, no baby.

I would never ever leave you.

I love you, Marie.

Come here.
- Promise.

- Oh, I promise, I promise.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Stick a needle in my eye.

Give me a hug.

Oh, I love you, baby.

I love you.

- I love you too, mommy.

- A briefcase containing
several computer discs

will be within your
hands in a week.

It'll be delivered
to your warehouse.

Rick will be the courier.

I assume this meets
with your approval.

- Is everything there?

- Everything you wanted.

The names of every politician,
banker, cop, and Narc

that ever took a payoff from us.

All their bank accounts in this
country and offshore there.

Hell, there's enough there

to blackmail half
the God damn country.

Believe me, those sad ass
Senator sons of bitches

will vote anyway you want
'em to now, I guarantee it.

- Well, you'd better,
considering what I paid you.

- Senior Turner.

- Senator.

- General, glad
you could make it.

General, we got ourselves
a little problema here.

We're going through money

faster than shit
through a sick snake.

The CIA is dropping weaponry
in your country like it's free.

Those silly sons of have no
idea what this shit costs.

We gotta crank up
the cash flow, Nicko.

- That means I'll have
to move more volume.

Yes it does.

Which I can do

if your boys don't cause
me any difficulties.

- Hell, I'll have the
CIA guaranteed delivery

to your God damn front door
if that's what it takes.

- I think a hands off
policy will be sufficient.

- Uh, does your president
know about our arrangement?

- The President?

Shit, this is big boy stuff.

That's way over
his cracker ahead.

- General, can you handle
an increased amount?

- Oh, I'm 100% sure
that my operation

will be able to give
you what you need.

- Good.

- Uh, perdon, senores.

Our price per kilo will
have to rise by 10%.

- Why?

- We'll be shortening
some of our customers?

Good customers.

- I trust you'll be open
to negotiation on that.

- No, not really.

- You remember Lisa?

- Oh yes.

Absolutamente.

How could I ever forget Lisa?

One of my most memorable
nights of my life.

- We're gonna leave you
two alone to have a drink

and we'll discuss
business later.

Lisa, you'll be nice
to the gentleman.

- As always, Nick.

- Gracias Senor Turner, Senator.

- My my, that broad's pussy
must be paved with gold.

- I've been offered a million
dollars for that broad.

- You should have sold.

- Well if Doreja drops
his price just one point,

a million dollars will be a
drop in the bucket, won't it?

- You think she can do it?

- Well that is her job.

- You ever do her?

You know, just a taste
for the hell of it.

- Unfortunately,

my pleasures are a little
more complicated than that.

- Long time.

- Oh, much too long.

- Need a drink.

You want it baby?

- Yes, now.

- You want it right now?
- Yes.

You like that?

You want more?

You want more?

Come on, baby, get up.

Come and get it.

- I'm gonna feed you and
your mother to my dogs.

- Is that what you want?

Is that what you ask me for?

You sleezy son of a bitch!

Take it, take it!

Yes!

- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- No, no!

No, no, no!

Where we going, Nick?

Nick, where are we going?

Are you fucking deaf?

Where are we going?!

- Do you have any idea how
important Doreja is to me?

Do you have any idea
what you did tonight?

- You ask me for, you
sleezy son of a bitch!

- Yes, I do.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Oh, it's over Nick.

- Oh, well it was, it
was so good between us.

- You know, I,

I can't believe there
was actually a time when,

when I respected you.

I would've done
anything for you.

- Lisa, you would've
done anything for anybody

if there was enough
money involved.

- You make me sick!

God, I hate fucking hate you!

I fucking!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- No!

- From now on, you're
gonna work the back room,

and you're gonna be
servicing couriers.

- No, no, no!

- Do you remember
that little habit

that I helped you get rid of?

I think I'm gonna give that
habit right back to you.

- Feeling good?

I hope you appreciate
the quality of this stuff

that I've been giving you.

I didn't spare any expense.

This isn't just your white
boy roaming the street

monkey drug shit.

Oh no.

This is of a quality
befitting someone

of your former stature.

Welcome home you
snot faced bitch.

- Stop it!

Oh God.

Stop.

Allison nursed
me back to health.

Hovered over me day and night.

I think she really
cares about me.

Most decent thing
I can do for her

is to get out of her life
before she gets hurt.

If Lisa's still alive,
I'm gonna save her.

I have to save her.

God damn it, let
me save just one.

- I love that baker,
they have everything.

Oh and I can't believe
we found fresh basil.

I am going to make you the best-

- Allison, I wanna
tell you something.

Look, I've been
here for a while.

There's something
you should know.

- Look, you don't have
to say anything more.

I know what you're
gonna tell me.

You're gonna tell me that you
don't feel the same way for me

that I feel for you.

- No.
- It's okay.

I mean, I can't expect you to.

I have no right to expect that.

- There he is.

Look at this guy.

On the sidewalk, broad
daylight, with groceries.

Let's put this dumb
fuck out of his misery.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

You okay?

- I think I'm hit.

- What, where?

- My stomach.
- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Okay, okay.

Gonna get you to the hospital.

Just hang on.

You're gonna be okay.

- Don't lie to me.

I'm a nurse.

I know the only reason
I have a stomach

is 'cause I'm holding it there.

- I'm a doctor.

I never told you before,
but I'm a doctor.

Shit, come on, let's move it.

Move this traffic.

We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna make it.

I guarantee you, okay?

I love you, Allison.

I never told you that before.

Don't die on me.

- I love you.

- I love you, Allison.

- I love you.

I'm not gonna die.

- I love you, Allison,
don't die on me.

We're almost there, okay?

Allison?

Allison!

Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

Allison, Allison.

Allison, Allison.

$23,000.

That closes your account, sir.

- You can keep this.

I won't be needing it anymore.

Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

- He shot me!

The motherfucker shot me, fuck!

- You're dead!

- I need a doctor.

- What you need is a priest.

- I got 'em, didn't I?

- Yeah, you got 'em.

Put your hand here and
press real hard, okay.

- They got me pretty
good, didn't they?

- You're gonna be
okay, don't worry.

You're gonna live.

I need to ask you a favor.
- Huh?

- I need to borrow your gun.

- It's yours.

- Thanks.

- Hi, I have a license plate.

I need a name and an address.

I understand that's
restricted information,

but uh, maybe you
can help me out?

License plate number is EAN989.

- There ain't no
place in this city

that Sullivan never
been in there.

No place that me not going, man.

I been everywhere.

We can take you up to where
them big, nice rich houses,

and we can't even take it on
a red light district, man.

I'm gonna tell you something.

There's no place that too
bad that gonna scare me.

All right?

So where say going again?

- Uh, 23367 Show Street.

- Got you covered, man.

23367 Show Street.

We be there in a flash.

You know you got that like look

of a shit going
down on your face.

You know that, hey?

Man, you up to something
I didn't have to see, hey?

Maybe you want something.

Hey, if you want
something, maybe I got it.

All you have to
do is ask me, man.

Oh yeah.

You looking for some
shit, aren't you?

Well if you look for some shit,

me got the best
right to your, man.

No need to deal with them
other mother fuckers out there,

you know?

It's unfucking civilized
out there now, you know?

Man, I got this stuff, man.

Not this hydroponic stuff.

It's growing from God's
green, good earth, you know?

Hey, what do you say?

How bout that?

You can deal with me, man.

I'm Trevor, I'm your friend.

What do you say?

- Stop!

- So we a tough start,
we a tough start.

Me just thinking man,

me thinking you look a
little green in the gills

to be in an area
like this, you know?

So me can wait for ya.

Me can wait right here for ya.

Just gotta cost ya a
little bit of bucks.

How bout that?

- How much?

- Okay, me know you
got shit going down,

so me can't be no part
of no shit going down

unless I and I gonna
make some money on it.

So let me say about, 50 bucks.

And that's a pretty God
damn cheap way to wait

when shit going down.

A buddy of mine-
- 50 bucks.

- 50 bucks, that's all, man.

A buddy of mine was doing
the same thing the other day.

Got shot three times.

One here, one year, and the
other one in the knee cap, man.

- Okay, you wait here for me.

You be here when I get back,

it's worth another
200 to you, right?

- Star, you can count on it.

Me gon' wait right here.

- Okay, you right here?

- Right here.

Me not even gonna
go nowhere, man.

I'll wait right here till you
come back out the door there.

- Okay, all right.

- I wait right here,

but we notice you got
need the gate open, ah?

Me can open that gate for ya

but it gonna cost ya 100 bucks.

- A hundred bucks?
- Mm.

Come on, sir.

You not going in there, ya know?

Me open that gate for ya, man.

You go right in right away.

I mean, know there's something
serious up there, huh?

- Okay, okay, 100 bucks?

- Mm-hm.

- Hundred bucks.
- Hundred bucks,

me bust it right to open for ya.

All right.

Got me tools in the trunk, huh?

One minute, be back.

- So the English guys says,

lead a who to culture, but
you can't make her drink.

- Think the, the, the
line is think, Daemon.

Do this all the time.

You know you tell a joke,

at least get the
fucking line right.

You're a funny guy.

Hey, come on, you bums.
- Relax.

Whatever, man.

Just had a good example
for Benny, all right?

Or I'm gonna shoot you.

- The elevator.

- Oh, Benny's
getting the coffees.

Should have brought
some sandwiches, too.

Hey, coffee better
still be God damn hot.

Benny, quit screwing around.

Don't move.

Don't make a sound.

- Who the hell are you?

- Clarence, the alley.

I'm the guy you shot, remember?

- Yeah man, I remember that,

but that doesn't tell
me who the hell you are.

- Hopefully you'll
never find out.

- Wait a minute.

It's all coming back to me now.

I know exactly who you are.

You are one fucking
unlucky dead man.

I can absolutely guarantee it.

- Yeah well we all gotta
die sooner or later.

You wanna die sooner
or you wanna die later?

- What do you want?

- The girl.

- What girl?

- Lisa.

Well, she's working.

Oh yeah, she's working.

- Look, I didn't come here
to kill anybody, but I will.

I want the girl.

I want Lisa.

- I don't think
you got the heart.

- Try me.

- You get the gun all right,

but the gun don't mean shit
unless you got the balls.

- Next time it'll be a nerve
cluster above your knee.

It's gonna hurt like shit.

You'll be lucky to
walk without a limp.

Now I'm gonna ask you one
last time, where's Lisa?

You expecting somebody?

- No, are you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I might be.

- Well I suppose I am, too.

Drop it!

Drop it!

- Jesus!

- Move, move.

That was very silly.

Shouldn't have done that.

- You know why I like pain?

It never lets you down.

It always hurts.

- This one's for the wounding.

This one's for the killing.

Now I'm gonna ask
you one last time.

Where's the girl, where's Lisa?

- She's in the back room!

- Let's go, move it.

- No.

No.

Stop.

Get over there,
get over there.

Both of you.

- Take a good look, hero,

'cause this is what
you're gonna die for.

- Get your hands off her.
- Is it worth it?

- Hey, hey.
- Lisa, get dressed.

- Who the fuck are you, slick?

- Get dressed, Lisa.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Shut up.

Get your hands off her.
- This is, this is my fuck.

- Get your, get your
hands off her, buddy.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Get your hands off
or I blow a hole in ya.

- Hey, I paid for
this fucking bitch.

- I'll blow a hole in ya.
- Hey, hey.

Daemon, what the
fuck's going on?

- Shut up!
- Shut the fuck up.

- Who is this fucking guy?

- Get dressed,
Lisa, get dressed.

- Shut up.
- Don't argue with a man

with a 357.
- This is my fucking broad.

- Get dressed.
- Come here, come here.

- Get your hands off her, buddy.

I'll blow your fucking head off.

- Hey, come here.
- Get dressed, get dressed.

- This is my shirt.

- Get dressed.
- Let me have this blouse.

- Get dressed.

Shut up, hey.

Shut up, motherfucker.

Shut up, motherfucker.
- Hey.

- I'll a bullet in ya.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- You having fun,
Charles Bronson?

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Shut up.

- Hey.
- Shut up.

Huh, how much you
paid for her, huh?

I paid for-
- How much you pay for?

- I brought the fucking case?

- You did?

- Yeah, I paid.

- Tell him about the case?

- That's for one.

Don't say you paid
when you didn't.

Now you paid.

Come on, get outta here.

Come on.
- You fucking shot me!

- Come on, get outta here.
- Shot, ah!

- Come on, move it outta here.

Come on, move it, move it now.

Get the fuck, get outta here.

Come on, get outta here.

Come on, move it.

- Move, come on, come on.
- Mother fuck!

- Up against the
wall, now, move it.

Hey, hey!

- Backs to me.

Go on, move it, come on.

Up against the wall.

That's it, no, no, no, not you.

Come on, get back.

What's in the briefcase?

Don't even think about it.

- This, what's on
these discs, huh?

- A lot of people get squashed
on the information highway,

fuck head, just leave it alone!

- So Turner would
be real pissed off

if I took this then, right?

- Oh, I'd say he'd
be pretty pissed.

- Thank you.

Let's go.

Don't move, don't move.

Fucking freak.

Hey, we gotta keep moving.
- Can I just sleep?

- No no.
- Yes, please.

- No I just, hey.

I wanna go home.
- Gotta keep going.

- No, no.

No what?
- Gotta keep moving.

- What do you want?

You wanna fuck me, too?

- Lisa, Lisa, we
have to keep moving.

Please, come on.

Come on boy.

Hurry up, my boy.

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Move your feet.

Come on, boy.

Come on, come on, come on.

- What are you doing?

- Where's my money?

- Where's your money?

- They coming to kill you, man.

Where the hell's my
going down, money man?

- Open the door.

Let's, I'll give it
to you in the car!

- Motherfuckers
coming to kill you.

Give me the shit
going down money.

Come on, where's my money?

Come on, come on.

Where's my shit going
down money, man?

Don't, gimme all
your money, man.

- All right.
- There you go.

Okay, open the door.

- No, man.

- What are you doing?

I gave you the money!

All your money, man.

Want all your money, man.

Me not giving you the
cab all up otherwise.

It's not me cab, man.

- I gave you the money.

- Give me the rest
of your money.

- How much money?

- Me want the rest
of your money.

Give me all your money.

- That's all the money.

There you go,
there's all my money.

- All right.
- All my money.

- This better be
all the money, man.

- That's it, that's all I got.
- A cab.

- Back of the alley.
- Where's the limo?

- Okay, go.

- Better not fool no time here.

- Get in there.

Drive this motherfucker.

- You sure you not-
- Drive it, drive it!

- I got the plate.

- Nobody, nobody tells Turner!

- He's got the discs!

He's got Lisa.

Woo!

Oh my God!

Shoot up me cab, man.

- Take me to the Hanover Hotel.

Step on it.

All right.

Me know where it is,
man been look it up.

Oh boy.

- Where are we going?

- Hey what you got in that
brief case there, Star?

- That's none of your concern.

- What you got in the briefcase?

- You know, I didn't
want to have to do this,

but that was wrong.

Very wrong what
you did back there,

taking advantage of people.

I've become very sensitive
about being taken advantage of.

Now please hand me
back all of my money.

- Hey man, it, it was
just a fucking joke, huh?

I was fucking with ya.

It almost worked, huh?

What a gas.

I guess you want
your money back, huh?

Yes, I do.

- All right, Star.

- All of it.
- No problem.

It, it's all here.

- Now I had $1,000 in my
pocket when you picked me up.

- Here's your $200
I promised you.

That was the deal, right?

- Oh yeah, man.

It's cool, man.

A double C note is more
than not enough for me.

I can survive on this, you know?

You can't blame my mind
for trying, you know?

- No, you can't,

but you can blame a
person for being greedy,

dishonest and sleazy.

- Me not dishonest.

Just trying to get mine.

This guy came outta
nowhere like set up.

You know what was
in that briefcase?

Computer discs.

Do you know what
was on the discs?

- Get out of here.

- Data.

The names of every
politician, Narc, banker, cop,

that I have ever
made payoffs to.

Every fucking one of them!

How much we paid them.

The numbers of the
secret bank accounts.

Aren't you an idiot?

Now what you're
telling me, Daem,

is that the same man
that stole this briefcase

is the man that you
couldn't kill in an alley

or a hospital bed!

- Yes.

- Jesus.

- Last time.

- Put down.

Now Daemon,

I would like to know why my
discs were not put in a vault.

- Well the guy that
brought him was,

he was still with Lisa
when the, you know the.

- They should have been
put in a vault right away.

Who was in charge of
vaulting the discs, Daemon?

- Wasn't me.
- Yeah, it wasn't me.

- Benny, it was the kid.

Benny?

Come here, Benny.

Now you're telling me that
you put a 14 year old child

in charge of vaulting my discs?

- Program training.

- God damn it, Daemon.

He's a good kid.

You put him in
way over his head.

Shoot him.

- I gotta get my daught-

- No, you have to stay here.
- My baby.

- You have to stay here.
- Marie.

She's my daughter.

I have to get her.
- Where is she?

- She's with Turner, so I gotta-

- Well, where does Turner live?

I'll get her for you.

- No, I gotta-
- No, no, no, no.

- No, I gotta get her.
- You stay here.

- I'll get her.
- I gotta get, no-

- Tell me where she is.

Lisa, Lisa.
- She's my baby.

- Lisa, stay here.
- No you don't understand.

- Lisa just, where's
Marie, where is she?

- She's my baby.
- I'll get Marie.

I'll get Marie.

I'll get her.
- Promise?

- Yes, I promise.
- Promise?

I promise.

I promise.
- Okay.

- Hey, how can I help you, son?

- I need a police car.

- Son, you can get
in a lot of trouble

talking to an officer that,

you're joking, right?

- It's no joke, officer.

I'm sorry.

- Jesus.

- What size shirt do you wear?

- You're in big trouble, son.

- You Mr. Turner?

- I'm Mr. Turner.

Is there a problem, officer?

- Oh, no problem at all, sir.

I have a package
in the car for you.

- Since when did the
police make deliveries?

- Look, it's a surprise
from an admirer of yours.

You got a daughter?

- I'm guardian to a little girl.

- Hm, she at home right now?

It's uh, it's perishable.

I got it in a cold box.

It's a really nice
ice cream cake.

- Ah, okay.

You get that package.

- You're really gonna like this.

- Well that's great.

- I knew it was you.

I knew it was you.

Who the hell are you?!

- Where's Marie,
where's the girl, huh?

- Do you have any idea who I am?

- Tell me or I'll
blow your head off.

- Let him go, asshole.

- You're a dead man.

- I've been dead once
already, I can handle it.

What about you, huh?

What about you?

- Kiss your ass
goodbye, dead man.

- You know anything
about hydrostatic shock?

Motor reflex response, huh?

He shoots me and every muscle
in my body will snap tight.

My gun will go off.

We'll die in each
other's arms together.

Romantic, isn't it.

- Medical lecture.

Let me help you demonstrate.

- Tell your boys
to back off, now.

- Daem!
- Come on, tell 'em.

- I said back off, Daemon.

Ah!
- I'll kill him.

I'll kill him.

Go get her.

For Christ sakes, go get her.

- I promised to grease
this asshole, Mr. Turner,

and I hate to break a promise.

- Daemon, Daemon.

- You, drop the gun.

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun.

- Put her in the car.

Okay muscle head, let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Come on.

Come on, move it, move it.

Let's go, move it.

Straight back.

Right back or he dies.

Shut up.

- I don't know who you
are, but you're finished.

I don't care where you go.

I'll find you and
I'll kill you myself.

- I'll be waiting.

- Oh, I wouldn't.

- Don't.

Might hit Marie.

- You okay, honey?

Yeah.

- I'm Jack, I'm a
friend of your mommy's.

Better put your seatbelt on.

- I already have it on, Jack.

- I assume same interloper
now has the discs.

Am I right?

- Well, he has the briefcase,
so yes he has the discs.

- Oh, this is gonna make
some people very unhappy.

If those discs get
into the wrong hands

and our funding
program's exposed,

mm mm mm.

We just can't have a
situation like that.

I just have to put an end to it.

Call in my boys and
snuff out everybody.

Stopping with you.

You better find those
discs real quick.

- Are you threatening me?

- It's not a threat, Turner.

That's a promise.

You're dispensable.

Oh, we need the cash
flow you provide,

but you,

well you can be replaced.

And if I find those
discs before you do,

you will be replaced.

- Yeah man.

Get me car once more.

I'm a come get your boys!

Me come through your alley, man.

Stop, leave my car alone.

My mash up, man!

Damn boys, get your hand
off, get your, get your-

- Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.

Leave the man alone.

Go home, go home!

Hey, come on,
punch you in the face.

- Run outta here.

Thanks a lot, brudda.

Hey, I appreciate it, huh?

Man, ya dress pretty nice
for a neighborhood like this.

Get in me car.

I'm a give you on your
boys a ride, all right?

No man, I don't want a ride.

I want you.

- Motherfucker.

- A guy, a girl, a briefcase.

Think fast, talk faster.

- Me know me should have
taken that briefcase

when me had a chance, man.

What's your name?

- Trevor, motherfucker.

- Well if you had,
Trevor Motherfucker,

you'd be dead right now.

Where are they?

- Me know me got something
that you want, Star.

So before me give you anything,

you gonna have to make
a deal, all right?

- How about I just put
a bullet in your head?

- But that ain't gonna
get you too much, is it?

You stupid piece
of fucking white pork.

Yeah man.

- You're right.

How much?

- This information
gonna cost ya $500.

At second thought, man,
this important information.

Me can't give it
up just like that.

Make it a grand.

$1,000, me give you
where he taken tomorrow.

Yeah man, me take
'em to the Hanover.

- You happy now?

- Well, me happy
for now, you know?

Me take him to the Hanover, boy.

H-A-N-O-V-E-R, the Hanover.

Me see you later, all right?

- You're a greedy cock
sucker, you know that?

And uh, this is what happens
to greedy cock suckers.

- Hey, hey, what
going on here, man?

What, what you doing?

Take it easy, man, hey.

No, no, me no want
no money at all.

No money, no money at all, man.

- Take this, take this.
- You're right.

What's going on here, man?
- Need more money, huh?

- Me not, me not, me
no want no more money-

- I'll give you money.

Yeah, take all this.

- Me no want no money.
- Take it all.

Take all the money.

- Honest man, me just
trying to make a little-

- Listen to me.

There are seven
different kinds of inks

used in the printing of money.

Each one has a fire retardant.

But you know what?

Money still burns.

- No, what?

That's not lighter fluid.

No, no, no, no, not
lighter fluid, man!

No man!

What you gonna do that
lighter fluid, brudda?

Don't let this happen to me.

Not my final hour.

Ah, no, no, no!

We're from the
Department of Social Services

and we're looking for a man.

Tall, brown hair, slight tan,

who brought a little girl
into our hotel recently.

We suspect he may
be abusing her.

- You know, Jack,

you really shouldn't
have taken the briefcase.

Here baby.

You're such a big girl.

What's that?

- Tagamet, I've got ulcers.

Can't imagine why.

- Jack, why are you doing this?

You know, I mean,

why you helping us?

- Come on, we better go.

It's not safe here anymore.

Check the kitchen, bathroom.

Where are they?

Talk, now.

- They just left.

- Daemon, think we just
found out who our friend is.

He's a doctor, Jack Davies. Jr.

Look at this, guy prescribed
the pills for Jack,

Jack Davies Sr.

- That's really bright, buddy.

Why don't you just hand
our newfound friend here

addresses and telephone numbers.

What the hell
is she gonna do?

"What the hell
is she gonna do?"

Well now she's seen our faces

and you've not only given
her one name, but two!

Sorry.

Let's play a little game.

Questions and answers.

Where was Abraham Lincoln born?

- Springfield, Illinois.

- Impressive.

Next question.

Who was the youngest man
ever to be president.

- Theodore Roosevelt,
42 years old.

- Oh, very good.

Very good.

Okay, now the last question.

This one's a little tough.

Who was the shortest man
ever to become president.

- James Madison, 5'4.

- Oh, fucking fantastic.

No one ever get to that one.

- I just, I just took
my citizenship test.

I got all the answers right.

I, I've been study
for four months

and I know all the answer.

You go ahead and ask me more.

I know the answer.

Go ahead.

- You really impress
me, you know that?

- You gonna let me go now?

- You did great.

And I really, really like you.

But see, that's one of the
bad things about my job.

Sometimes I have to
kill people that I like.

But hey, every job's got
its drawbacks, right?

- Let's go.
- You live here?

- Took it for a few weeks.

- Safe house?
- Hopefully.

The way information can
be accessed these days,

who knows what's safe
and for how long.

There's over 100 names here,

including seven senators.

and the Chief of Police
in New York City.

What the hell is this?

- I really think you
should send the discs

back to Turner, Jack.

Someone's moving around

hundreds of millions of
dollars into offshore accounts.

Take a look at this.

Central Europe Bank,
Channel Islands Branch,

account number 336791.

112 million, US.

- Turner's gonna kill you, Jack.

That is, if someone else
doesn't get to you first.

What, what are you, some
kind of cop or something?

- No, I'm just someone who got
caught in the middle of this

who happens to give a shit?

What's this about, huh?

What's Turner into?

Lisa, tell me what's
going on here.

- Look, Turner's in business

with the government of the
United States of America, okay?

They, they allow him

to import and distribute
heroin and cocaine.

I mean, do you have any idea

the money we're
talking here, Jack?

And a lot of it goes to payoffs.

I've been with
Turner for 13 years.

I know his business
inside and out.

- That's why he
wouldn't let you leave.

- Send the disc back, Jack.

- No.

- God damn it, send them back!

- No.

Don't you see?

There's a reason for
why I have these discs.

I'm a doctor.

I worked in emergency.

I've seen the
damage drugs can do.

I have a chance here

to do something that
makes a difference.

- You are gonna get us killed.

- I'm putting you and
Marie on a bus tomorrow.

I think it's best if you
both just disappeared.

- Hi!

Sorry to bother you,

but I have a couple of questions
I'd like you to answer.

Oh my God.

Jack, no, Jack!

Oh God, no!

Jack!

Oh God, Jack!

Jack!

- Do you have a son?

- Yes.

Is he in trouble?

- Yeah.

Very big trouble.

Is your son named
Dr. Jack Davies Jr?

Yes.

- Beautiful.

We're doing great.

- Don't hurt her.

- Now for the big one.

I need a telephone
number, an address.

- Oh God.

- He took something
of ours, two things.

We want 'em both back.

How do I get in touch
with Jack Jr, Jack?

- Jack stole something from you?

- Yeah.

Terrible, isn't it?

Telephone number, please.

Jack!

- Hey.

Oh, you're getting cuter
every time I see you.

- Are you coming with us?

- Have you finished packing?

- No.

- Why don't you
go finish packing?

- Okay.
- All right?

- Oh, good girl, Marie.

- You look great.

- Um Jack,

I don't think you know exactly
what it is you're doing.

- If I don't know where you
are, neither will Turner.

- No, that's um,
that's not what I mean.

Marie is Turner's daughter.

- I know.

- Well, he's not
gonna let her go.

- All the more reason
for you to disappear.

Here's $15,000.

My parents' number, just in
case you get into trouble.

They know where to reach me.

Marie.

I can't do this.

Mommy's gotta go
help, Jack, okay?

We're gonna get off the bus

and mommy's gonna take
you to a friend's house

for a couple days.

It's gonna be okay.

Hello?

Glad I caught
you at home, Jack.

- Who is this?

- I didn't catch you
at a bad time, did I?

- Who is this?

- Well, a bright boy like you

should have guessed that by now.

This is Nick Turner,

and you have a couple of
things that belong to me

and I would very much
like them returned.

- Fuck you.

- Yes, indeed.

I thought that might
be your attitude.

However, I'm standing in
someone's kitchen right now,

and I believe that you know
this someone very well.

Perhaps you'd like to
say a little hello, Jack.

Talk.

- Jack, is that you, son?

- Dad?

Oh Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

- Son.
- Dad!

Dad?

I guess that's proof enough.

Jack, we're about ready

to cut your good
father's finger off.

He wasn't a surgeon, was he?

- You bastard.

- Cut away, Daemon.

Turner, don't.

No!

No.

- It was your fault, Jack.

And I sincerely hope
that you are Catholic

and that guilt makes you suffer.

Now, you have my briefcase
and you have Lisa and Marie,

and I would like them
returned immediately.

You do have the case,
don't you, Jack?

- Yes.

And you have
Lisa and Marie?

Jack, you have Lisa and
Marie, don't you not?

- Yes.

- Good, then I would like to
meet you in one hour sharp.

And if you do not
make it or you show up

without my briefcase or
without Lisa and Marie,

you will be at orphan.

- Where are we meeting?

- Damn.

- Now I'm gonna ask
you some questions,

and you're gonna tell
me what I want to know.

Do you understand?

Good.

Now that I have your attention,

you can tell me where
those discs are.

- My dog ate 'em.

We're not talking
about homework here, Jack.

You will tell me
what I want to know,

otherwise I will be
forced to kill you.

What's required here,
I believe, is a,

certain degree of subtlety.

I'm not a monster, Mr. Davies.

Nothing I do here gives
me any real pleasure.

So I'm gonna afford us
both the opportunity

to avoid this situation by
asking you one more time.

Where are the discs
that you appropriated

from Mr. Nicholas Turner?

- I told you, my dog ate 'em.

- Hm, I used to use
sodium pentothal for
this sort of thing,

but it slows things down.

Deaden's the
subject's responses.

Now I go straight for the pain.

You know what this is?

- It's a Simpson number
seven surgical scalpel.

It's used for making
preliminary incisions.

- Correct.

Now I'm going to take this very
delicate surgical instrument

and shove it underneath
your fingernail.

I assure you, the pain
will be excruciating.

The disc, the other copies,

where are they, who has them?

- I don't know, I don't know!

Fuck, I don't know, you bastard!

- I think you best
not move, Mr. Davies.

Might cause me to slip and
do more serious damage.

Or one of these fine
servants of our government

may accidentally put
a bullet in your head.

Where are the discs?

Did you make copies?

Where are they, who has them?

Where are the fucking discs?

- I don't know.

I don't fucking
know, God damn you!

- Oh yes you do, Jacko.

You will confess.

Play the tape.

Jack, send the disc back.

Please, Jack, please
send them back.

- Dr. Jack Davies, Jr.

I've been doing some
research on you.

You're a pretty
interesting fellow.

Your daddy was a
doctor, granddaddy, too.

You entered Harvard Medical
School at the early age of 18.

Graduated with honors.

You spent your internship

at one of the bloodiest
emergency rooms in the country,

but when your residency
came up, you chose to stay.

That says a lot, Jack.

You will tell me
what I want to know.

Because if you don't, I will
bring that sweet girl in here,

strap her into a chair not
unlike the one you are in now,

douse her in ice water,

and attach battery cables to
various very tender sections

of her exquisite anatomy,

and I will turn
the power on full.

Before I do that,

I will take that scalpel
and slice off your eyelids,

so you will have to
watch every moment of it.

Are we clear?

- Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

- What, Jack?

What is it?

Where are the discs, Jack?

Where are the discs, Jack?

No!

Don't shoot, don't
shoot, we need him!

Don't, don't shoot, we need him!

- I need your cab.

Sorry to have to do this.

I need your cab,
get outta the car.

Fuck you.

- Fuck me?

I'm the guy holding the gun.

Get outta the fucking cab.

All right?

Sorry to have to do this, man.

Where are we meeting?

Well, Jack, I have
a lovely place for that.

It's in the country.

Ironically, it
belongs to my parents.

It is secure, secluded,

and I want you to listen very,

very carefully to
the directions,

because you have one
hour to get there,

and I would hate for you
to waste time getting lost.

Must have been quite
a cab ride, Jack.

You're looking a
little worse for wear.

- I'll tell you
about it some time.

- Jack.

- You okay?

- Yes, beautiful moment.

Now open the case, please.

Do you have the discs?

- Yeah, they're
in the briefcase.

- Well good, open it.

- Why don't you tell
your boys to back off?

I don't-

- Why don't you
open the case, Jack?

Thank you.

Very good, now where
are Lisa and Marie?

- After my parents
are safely released,

I'll tell you where
Lisa and Marie are.

- Well Jack, you know
if there are any tricks,

I will kill you and I will
kill both of your parents.

- No tricks, no tricks.

- James, escort
Dr. Jack Davies Sr

and his lovely wife
to Jack Jr's cab.

Say goodbye to your parents.
- Easy.

- Oh Jack.

I didn't know.

No, please, no.

- Take care.

- All right, all right.

Don't do anything stupid.

- Anything happens to my parents

you'll never see
Marie and Lisa again.

Jack, your parents have left.

Where are Lisa and Marie?

Jack, start talking.

- 20 Minutes.

- Sorry?

- After my parents have
been driving for 20 minutes,

I'll tell you where
Lisa and Marie are.

- Jack, there's no
fucking 20 minutes.

- That's the deal.

- There's no fucking 20 minutes!

There's no fucking 20
minutes, ain't a fucking deal!

Shoot him.

- You shoot me, and you'll
never find Lisa and Marie.

Your 20 minutes have
officially lapsed, Jack.

Where are Lisa and Marie?

Is there something
fucking funny?

- I have no idea where they are.

- Yes, that is funny.

Jack, that knife is poised
over the same finger

that we severed from
your father's hand today,

and I think that's appropriate.

Where are Lisa and Marie?

I'm sorry, Nick.

I have no idea where they are.

- You're a liar.

- I'm not brave enough to lie.

- You're a liar
and I detest liars.

Either answer the question,

or maybe you'd like me
to sever another finger?

Jack?

Jack?

- Not, not especially, but,

I don't think I have a choice.

I don't know where they are.

- This isn't working.

It's just not working, man.

Luckily I have a surprise.

The cab that I put your
mother and father in

is loaded with enough explosives

to blow them into next week.

This, Jack, is a
remote detonator.

When this little red
button is pushed,

you will become an orphan

for the rest of your
very short life.

And Jack, it's gonna be your
finger that pushes this button.

- Like hell it will, like hell.

Just like hell.

Turner!

Get out here, Turner!

Get your God damned crippled
yankee ass out here.

You hear me?

Turner, get your crippled
ass out here now!

- Striker, I got the disc.

So you shut your mouth

and you and your boys
get the fuck outta here!

- Oh, now Nick, that's a
most ungracious welcome.

Now I told you if I got
the disc before you,

I'd be taking over.

- Daemon.

- Well well, if it
isn't my dear friend,

Dr. Jack Davies, Jr.

- As you can see, Striker,
I've got the discs.

- Well, maybe for
a minute or two.

- I was wondering
how you found me.

Jack.

- You picked the
wrong horse, Lisa.

- Nick, Nick, you
just got too greedy.

You're a liability now.

Well this enterprise
generates too much money,

far too much money
for you to fuck it up.

Give me the briefcase, Nicko.

- Or what?

You and your little boys
here gonna shoot me?

I suggest you get
the fuck outta here

and maybe I'll let
you fuckin' live.

- Oh no, Nick.

Now I think you best
get that briefcase to me

with those discs in it

or I will be forced to shoot
this lovely young thing.

I'm gonna give
you a three count.

One.

- Two.

Go ahead, fucking shoot her.

Dead is good for me.

Nick, no!

- Three!

- Hey Daemon.

Who the hell are you?

- That's a good question.

I want the briefcase, Turner.

- Jack, there is nothing of
value in this briefcase for you,

but there is for me.

There's $10 Million in
the back of my limo.

The keys are in the ignition.

So why don't you just
get in it and fuck off.

- No deal.

- I'll throw in Lisa and Marie.

Did Lisa tell you that
Marie is my daughter?

- Yes she did.

- I have just offered you
an instant fucking family,

$10 million in cash,

which will generate
$20,000 a week

for the rest of your
miserable fucking life.

What the hell do you want?

Let me get on with
my God damn business.

- No!

- Well, what are
you gonna do, Jack?

Are you gonna stop the entire
drug trade by yourself?

It's bigger than you, pal.

It's bigger than me.

It's bigger than the
God damn government.

Do you know how much
money is involved?

Why do you think they
don't stop it, Jack?

You know, you're a dumb shit.

- I will meet you at
Turner's estate, come alone.

And Striker, if I'm not
at a certain rendezvous

within one hour
after our meeting,

the disc will be
delivered to the media.

Is that clear?

I have information on
you and your associates

that could ruin your lives.

Put you behind bars.

My demands are
relatively simple.

If within 90 days from now,

the public media does not
commence running stories

on the drying up
of the drug flow,

with appropriate support
figures, of course,

I will go public with
the information I have.

- Drug business is
a huge business.

There are people out there

eager to step into
Turner's shoes.

Billions are at stake.

We can't dry up the drug
flow just like that.

- Yes you can.

You just don't want to.

Let's be honest about this.

- New players will come in.

Players outside the realm of
our influence and control.

- Yes, that will
probably happen.

New players will come in,

but what I want is one year.

One year of no big
business drug flow.

And if I don't get it,

you're gonna be some
sorry ass motherfuckers.

So you better try damn hard.

And after that year,

I think I might
want another year,

and another year after that.

Got the picture?

- I got the picture.

- I'll call you in one year.

During the last few months,
both the DEA and the CIA

are claiming that
this is the result

of their intensified
efforts to win the drug war.

Meanwhile, the Senate
block supporting Bill 616,

referred to as the controversial
"Use, Don't lose," bill,

has withdrawn its support.

Senator Striker, chairman of
the group, had this to say.

In uh, reexamining our
position, we feel that Bill 6-

- You won, Jack.

- About time, Lisa.

About time.