New Blood

One more pop for daddio.

- No, no, why draw attention?

He's dead anyway.

Let's go.

- Ah shit! - He's alive!

Where's my son?

Where's Danny?

Where you doing?

We can't just leave him.

- The fuck do I look like, a doctor?

Where's my son?

- Hang on, I'm calling an ambulance.

I'm calling an ambulance.

Where's my son?

Paging Dr. Pryce,

Dr. Pryce to cardiology please.

Dr. Pryce to cardiology.

- Morning sir. - Morning.

What do we got?

- Victim's alive, Alan White, 50, Caucasian.

He was brought here an hour ago.

He's been shot several times,

but his condition's stable for now.

Follow me, I wanna show you something.

We found this along with eight dead bodies

littering a farmyard on the outskirts of the west side.

My name is Robert Williams

and I'm going to die here tonight.

You know this Robert Williams?

Williams?

Not that guy who owns all the auto malls

along the I-90.

He's sort of a recluse, right?

Yeah except this ain't him.

This is our shooting victim, Alan White.

Two kids found him earlier this morning.

All right.

So what does the real Williams have to say about this?

We don't know, he's missing.

Kidnapped last night.

- My death should be a lesson to others like me.

If you're watching this,

this tape do whatever they tell you to do

or you'll end up where I am now.

Sweet huh?

It gets worse.

- Ooh. - Jesus Christ.

Victor Ryan?

- He was one of the bodies we found in the farmyard.

- Well it'll be a pleasure closing up that file.

- Alan White here is our only link

to what actually happened last night.

This is big, gentlemen.

I got politics to deal with.

I want you to pay a visit to Mr. White,

and get some answers, quickly.

He doesn't look like he has much time.

Is my son here?

No, Alan.

These are detectives Harris and Berkley.

You must find him.

- Look, we need to know what happened last night.

Was a long night.

Was one hell of a night.

- Then you'd better get on with it.

How's Emma?

She's fine, Alan.

She had a good night.

Emma's your daughter?

Yes.

She's very sick.

She needs a heart transplant.

Everything I did, I did for my daughter.

It was all for nothing.

Then it's a terrible tragedy,

but maybe you could give us

an idea of what you're talking about.

Well, I'd just come home from

seeing Emma.

It was my son, Danny.

Hi Dad.

Long time no see, Dad.

Ah, I've been shot.

Jesus, Danny.

Last night was the first night in

seven, eight years I think

that I saw him.

So he's shot, no place to go

and he comes to you for shelter, is that it?

No, not shelter.

He came to make a deal.

Now I have to phone the hospital with...

Could bleed to death.

Put the phone down.

Put the fuckin' phone down!

Jesus!

Danny.

Shh.

I'm on borrowed time here.

So let's get started.

I got a family to protect.

You've got a family now?

- Yeah, right now they're in danger.

Who shot you?

Man called Frayerling.

He's my business partner.

We'll come back to that.

I have something that you need.

You help me, I help Emma.

Emma's dying, right?

I read about it in the papers.

Still no donors.

Very sad.

Take that smirk off your face.

If you're going to have a go at Emma's condition

then you can fuck off out of here right now!

Pay attention!

I've been shot.

I can't go to no hospital,

and that makes me a fuckin' dead man.

But we know that my heart

is a perfect match for Emma.

If I die, and she gets my heart,

then she lives.

I'm Emma's last chance.

You want my heart, you gotta earn it.

All right, all right.

So what's the trouble?

- I fucked with the wrong people.

I'm part of what you call a crew.

The other day, we got the contract on a kidnapping.

The target was a mark called Robert Williams, rich guy.

The man who set the kidnapping up was Mr. Ryan.

He's the one that's gonna kill my family

when he finds out what happened.

What happened?

- Well it was me that got us involved.

You gonna get the door?

- Ah, they weren't supposed to be here 'til noon.

Shit.

Webster was state raised.

By the age of 12, he got certified sociopath.

What is the occasion?

Not guilty!

- Too many fires, dead house pets, that kinda thing.

Yin Yang thinks he's the brains of the outfit.

Never saw the point in ruining his fantasy.

Oh man!

Oh you fuckin' dope.

Sorry.

What's happening?

Valentine is like a brother to me.

Cooling son?

- We started out together in New York,

doing small jobs.

Morning.

It's two o'clock.

- I've known him the longest. - Okay, afternoon.

- We been through a lot together.

- Got milk? - This is my good suit.

Fuck.

We gotta talk.

Right.

- That thing that we talked about before?

We're in.

It's on in a couple of days.

I got a call from Mr. Ryan in fucking person.

- Yeah, did Mr. Ryan say anything about me?

- Yeah, he said bring the crappy suit wearing

psychotic gay boy.

I'm not gay!

- He didn't mention any of us by name,

but he knows who we are.

Christ knows we've stolen enough cars for him.

This is like a promotion.

And this got brought over here last night.

Fuck me.

Ho!

Don't fart around.

Now I said that we'd meethim later today at the factory.

Hellman is gonna be there.

Hellman?

Fuck this D, I'm out.

- You don't have to be scared of Hellman,

we're on the same side.

- Guys like Hellman don't have a side,

and I'm scared of him.

You think they send him in on the soft, easy jobs?

Well yeah, sometimes.

Bullshit, that man is evil.

He has Satan's number on speed dial.

- Well he's on this one, just to check up on us.

Now I don't know about you guys,

but I don't wanna be stealing cars for a living when I'm 30.

End up like Puddle John, workingfor Mr. Ryan for 20 years

and still being in charge of keeping the shine on his limo.

'Cause that is what happens if you fail this kinda test.

Well we're at least gonna hear him out, right?