Bullet to the Head

The guy I just saved is a cop.

That's not the usual way I do things,

but sometimes you gotta abandon your principles and do what's right.

Here's the story. This is the way it went down.

- Shit! - You okay?

You made me spill my fucking coffee!

Agh. Now it's gonna look like I pissed in my pants. God damn it.

The way you whipped around that cat, you don't even like cats.

I got no problem with cats. I don't like dander.

So you almost roll your car trying not to hit one out of 600 million cats in the world?

It's bad luck killing a cat.

Pretty good reflexes for an old guy.

I got your old guy.

You ready?

Louis is ready.

Let's go to work.

Oh, my God. Who do I have to fuck to get you two assbags to...

Sir, if we could just come in for a minute.

I don't give a shit about your badge, man.

You got a fucking warrant?

'Cause I'm paying a grand a night for this suite, and I'm about to get laid.

So if you ain't room service and you ain't got a warrant, then you can go fuck yourselves.

Keep your fucking pants on! Well, what the fuck is this?

I'm gonna have your job, tough guy.

I still don't see any paper, which means you got no legal authority to be here.

You must not like your job much, huh,shithead?

Right now, I'm loving it.

Ah! (GRUNTS)

Don't forget to get his watch and wallet.

Right.

Needs to look like a break-in.

I didn't see a thing! I don't even know the guy!

No! -(GLASS SHATTERING)

Ahh!

Hey!

Get him off me!

Get him off!

Let's go.

- Who was in the shower? - A hooker.

And?

And I handled it. Wanna say goodbye?

Fucker!

- What's bothering you? -Nothing.

Come on, something's got your panties in a knot.

Why else are we gonna go meet Ronnie Earl in public?

Yeah, I don't trust that redneck prick, that's why.

Job's done. Went fine, no problem.

Why don't you do me a favour?

When we get our dough, why don't you go away a while?

Take a vacation, maybe go up river, see your mother.

You wanna clue me in?

I didn't shoot that hooker.

No!

Jesus. She saw you?

- Yeah, but she ain't gonna say nothing. - How do you know?

'Cause she's more afraid of us than the cops, that's why.

So it's all good?

- Yeah, it's all good. - Yeah'?

- Yeah. -It's all good.

Hey, y'all, what do you need?

Miller Lite, and a whisky for my friend.

You got a preference?

- Double Bulleit. - What's that?

Some kind of whisky nobody's ever heard of.

Why don't you bring your own bottle?

Give him the best bourbon you got, hot stuff, and don't be gone too long.

That sound as desperate as I think it did?

Yeah, don't worry about it, you're a real Casanova.

Ronnie Earl's late. I'm not waiting around for that loser.

The drinks are coming, relax.

I'm gonna go to the can.

If he ain't here by the time I get back, we're out of here.

- Right? - Yeah, okay.

- Oh! Sorry about that. - What the fuck?

Disgusting.

What's up?

Jesus! You motherfucker!

I've been arrested 26 times.

I went to trial four times.

I got convicted twice.

Nowadays, what I'm doing, I just think of it as a business.

The people I work for are shit. And the people I take out are worse.

I got some rules. No women, no children.

Half the money in advance, and half when the job is done.

Don't trust anybody.

That's how you stay in the game.

And on this one, the game got rough.

You have one message.

Detective Kwon, McKay here.

The local PD has agreed to take you down to the morgue

and show you Greely's body and personal effects.

Whatever got him killed, he must've been close to something sensitive.

We definitely need you to sort this out.

Since the case has the potential to get touchy with the feds,

we want to maintain radio silence on the situation until you have some real answers.

Good luck.

Excuse me. Yeah, I'm looking for a Lieutenant Lebreton.

Yeah, he's right in that office.

Thank you.

I was in the shower for 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes? - About 30 minutes.

Lieutenant?

Hi, Detective Taylor Kwon.

I went to the hotel.

The client asked me to take a shower.

- And then those guys came. And what were they looking for?

They wanted my client.

They wanted to kill him. That's what they came to do.

But I don't get a good look at them.

I can't identify them.

Two guys whacked him.

Looks like a drug deal gone bad,

but the truth is, we don't know shit, so anything's possible.

They didn't kill the hooker that Greely was with.

These guys are pros, I don't know why they'd leave a witness.

That's her. Russian.

I thought all the Russian hookers went to L.A., New York, or Vegas.

I get into the shower, I told you already.

Is this the first time you saw that client?

What do you know about Mr Greely?

Ex-WDCPD, Detective grade. For about six months, he was my partner.

He was kicked off the force in complete disgrace.

Cop gone real bad. Drunk, gambling.

He stole evidence from a case he was working.

- We still don't know what it was. -(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

Detective? - Taylor here.

We ran Henry Hank Greely back through NCIC for recent known associates

and came up with several reports of a possible relationship

with local career criminal and protection racketeer Baby Jack Lemoyne.

- So far, that's it. - Right, I'll check in later.

Who's this guy?

Louis Blanchard, local lowlife, hitman.

Somebody punched his ticket while he was drinking a beer.

- You got an estimated time? - Just about midnight.

- DCPD. - Yeah, it's Taylor here.

Yes, Detective?

Get me a speed check on a Louis Blanchard, local.

- Blanchard. - Reputed hitman.

- Get me any known associates. - Right.

Somebody took him out a couple hours after Greely last night.

Murder weapon was a five-inch blade with a three-inch curvature,

mainly used for gutting animals.

The strikes were almost surgical.

Deflated both lungs, punctured the heart.

Detective Kwon, we've come up with two hits.

Louis Blanchard, 37 years old with a long list of priors.

Blanchard is a known associate of one James Bonomo, AKA Jimmy Bobo,

suspected hitman, 26 arrests, two convictions.

I'll send you his current contact information via local parole board database.

- Right. - That's all for now.

And thanks.

So this guy, Louis Blanchard,

is a known associate of a James Bonomo, AKA Jimmy Bobo.

They worked together and they possibly fit the profile of Greely's killers.

Very good. You get all that off your cell?

So I take it we're looking for this Jimmy Bobo?

My homicide division is more than capable of handling this matter, without your help.

You know, I think I'll stick around for a while.

Hold on. You packing?

Bet you don't have a Crescent City carry permit, do you?

Nobody's here. Leave a message.

Hello, Jimmy. Name's Taylor Kwon. I'm from out of state...

...following up on the death of a Hank Greely, former associate of mine.

I think Louis Blanchard's murder ties into all this.

If you're interested in hearing some more,

meet me at the St. Charles Saloon in three hours.

It's easy to get sentimental about things.

Louis was a big boy.

He knew, he took his chances.

I worked with him the last six years, he never caused me a problem.

But still, we did our job

and we got set up.

- Can I help you? - Yeah, I need a rock glass.

You know, this is a bar, you can't bring in your own bottle.

You carry Bulleit Bourbon?

No.

Yeah, well, I do.

Here's 20 bucks to rent a glass.

All right.

Salad-

You're a cop, right?

Taylor Kwon, WDCPD.

Look, this isn't a sting. I'm alone.

I wouldn't be here if you weren't.

So I figure you and Louis Blanchard take out Hank Greely last night.

Couple hours later, you walk into some type of double cross.

Louis goes down, you make it out.

The only part of this story I can't figure out is why you guys let the hooker live.

When I'm done with this drink, I'm gonna be done with you.

Hank Greely was an ex-cop. Washington, D.C.

I'm on the case.

Look, I'm not really interested in some disposable hired hitter, no offence.

I want the guys who did the hiring.

You know, the same guys who took out your partner.

They probably held out on you. Owe you some money?

Let's work together. We can help each other out.

I don't work with cops.

Is that it?

That's it.

You change your mind, give me a call.