Jade

Jade and her brother Bran made their way across the pond

to the 505 after their parents were brutally murdered in London.

They thought this might be a chance for a clean start.

The first hope of a good night's sleep was terminated by the constant crack

of gunshots cutting through the dry, dusty downtown air at dusk.

For protection of any foreseeable future, the siblings were reluctantly recruited

into a club which had deep ties within the world of organized crime.

This only thrust brother and sister out of the proverbial frying pan

and into the fire, accidentally ending Bran's life by Jade's own hand.

After that, Jade swore to never shoot another gun for as long as she's living.

Now walking the thin line between grief and unmeasurable guilt,

Jade's had nobody to trust except her own instincts

to avoid getting herself snuffed out.

With everyone in the city seemingly against her,

what they didn't count on

was if you meet Jade in the dark alley, your best bet

is to run.

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What are you doing here?

You mind if I come inside?

Yes.

We do believe you are guilty of obstructing an investigation.

Fleeing from a federal officer...

...and a host of...

...other charges.

Want something to eat?

I could eat.

Thanks.

How's it coming along?

Damn, um...

It's alright.

Can I feel?

No kicks yet

So...

What's up?

Layla...

Can we just talk?

About what?

I haven't heard from you.

Since...

...Brand.

So that's why you're here.

You want me to clear your conscience?

What do you want me to say, Jade?

You want me to tell you it's not your fault?

You want...

...me to let you off the hook for shooting your own brother

through a fucking wall leaving me alone to raise this kid

Would that help you get a better night's sleep?

I don't want your pity money.

It's for both of you.

Layla, look...

The last bit of family...

...I might have in this whole world...

...is in there.

Don't shut me out of this kid's life.

Just give me a chance, please.

Could you just eat your food?

- Get the fuck in the car! - What the hell, man?

Come on, get in.

What the actual fuck?

Oh, fuck off. I was just fucking messing with you.

It was a joke, alright?

It was bullshit!

What the fuck are you doing with my bag?

I just snatched some shit in your ear at the gym.

- You snatched your shit? - I thought I was gonna get shaken down, relax.

In my bag?

What? What have I been walking around with?

Weed, oxy, H-Blow, what?

If you think I would ever go to jail for your bitch ass...

Not drugs, this.

What the hell is that?

This Is above your pay grade, sweetheart.

So what? The police are looking for that.

This is club shit.

Alright? You are still a part of the club.

So would you just chill the fuck out?

I mean, seriously, come on.

Fuck the club. My membership has officially terminated.

- Starting, now. - Yeah?

Give me my shit, man.

Okay.

- I'm gone. - I'll see ya.

Yeah, sorry, man. You're not my type.

Fucking guy!

Get in!

- This is bad idea. - Fair enough.

You better take this thing, you better get the fuck out of here, okay?

So put it in your bag

- I don't want that shit. - You better take it, alright?

You better take it, you better get the fuck out of here.

Okay?

And do not lose it, alright? You can't lose it again.

- I don't want that shit. - You better take it.

You've already lost it once.

What?

Take it!

Come on!

- Just get the fuck out of here, alright? - What the fuck are you talking about?

Go!

Shit.

I swear to God, she was right up in here.

Where'd she fucking go?

I don't know, man.

- Split up. Split up! - Let's go.

Anybody get eyes on her?

I don't have what you're looking for, asshole.

Fucking guy.

Can you believe this shit?

So?

I don't have it.

I don't know where it is.

Don't hurt yourself.

Try the knee.

Hard to communicate anything with a smashed jaw, but the knee...

Oh, the knee's a magical spot from which so much information may flow.

Alright.

Oh, fuck! I don't know where it is, okay?

I don't know, that's a truth.

I would've fucking told you by now, don't you think?

I would've fucking told you.

Okay, we can talk, we can talk.

- I don't... - Uh-uh.

Give me a minute.

I'm working.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Fucking cunt!

Worry not, my friend.

You'll get your turn.

Unless...

...you got something to say, perhaps.

Don't, Rachel.

Brad died for this fucking thing.

It's a little black box, about this big.

Where the fuck is it?

He doesn't know!

Well, I think he does.

So, what'd you think, boys?

Why'd you waste him?

He didn't tell us nothing yet.

I guess I had a hitch I couldn't scratch.

He said that, uh...

she knows where it's at.

I don't think she's gonna talk to me, so...

Just break her up a little bit, you know?

Don't kill her.

Take her to the basement.

Fuck.

God damn it!

Hey.

Discount Brad Pitt.

You are so fucking shit at that game.

Wait, whoa!

Wait, just a second.

I need to tell you something.

What?

What?

I just always wanted you to say that.

Come on, Wesley Snipes. Bro, that movie, that's...

Fuck me.

You just some unseasoned, uncultured, inbred redneck hillbilly bastard.

- How could you not... - Fuck you!

Discount Brad Pitt.

You wanna hand with that?

That's fucking hilarious.

No, listen, for real.

I'm pretty good at that game.

I'd be happy to show you a few tips, you know?

Since we're just sitting around down here,

killing time, finding ways to entertain ourselves.

Look, just strap my hand to that table over there,

and then I wouldn't be able to move.

And I can show you.

Okay, fine.

If you fuck around at all, that's fucking it. It'll be the end of you.

I don't give a fuck what Tork says.

Fucking understand?

Cool, man, you got it.

Understood.

No fucking bullshit.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Damn it.

If you fuck around at all, I swear to God I'm gonna cave your fucking skull in.

You understand?

Noted.

You see, it's actually quite simple.

All you need is a little hand-eye coordination.

The rest becomes pretty easy.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hand-eye coordination?

You're not even looking at your fucking hand.

How is that hand-eye coordination?

What?

That was just a warm up.

I was just getting to the actual lesson.

Watch closely.

This is only gonna get worse, you know.