Where is the informant?
People who fuck with the people I work for end up dead.
It's not personal.
Told you.
It's not personal.
Where's the informant?
I don't want to have to kill you too.
Tell me where he is.
Who did these?
Who fucking did them?
That fuckin' traitor.
Always looking out for Raymond.
It doesn't make sense.
Cunt!
Secure, as promised. My guys are all over this place.
You don't think she'll come here, hey? She's not fucking John Wick.
Yes, certainly…
-Cheers. -Cheers.
I'll be right there.
And who the fuck are you?
Someone you want inside.
No, fuck this. I'm going to go look for her round back.
Thank you.
-Thanks. -Thank you.
For him?
This was never about him.
You killed Joseph.
My brother!
So where the fuck is Raymond Hendricks?
Piss off!
You're lying!
You left him to die, but he didn't burn.
We all just do what we're told.
Drop… the… gun.
Fucking drop the gun.
Where's Raymond, Zenzi?
You fucking rat!
And you're alive.
And you're helping her!
Revenge.
You didn't call me.
You didn't fucking call me.
Why didn't you?
-It's okay. It's okay. -Why didn't you?
-Why? -Come here. Come.
How are you, buddy?
-Hi. -What's up?
Great.
-How goes it, babes? -Where's my chocolate?
And I did all of this… I did all of this for you.
You're fucking stupid, man.
Don't fucking go again. Don't fucking go again.
Baby, you promise me, you get our son out of this.
Promise me!
Just go!