Natalia’s smile broadens and she scrolls through the contacts on Alan’s phone to “SUPERMAN”. She calls “SUPERMAN”.
Jay calmly steps into Palm Palace Shisha bar – seemingly forever busy – and walks to sit on the empty chair opposite Robert. He places the envelope – containing the M9 – on the table.
Robert gently strokes his half empty glass of gin and sprite as he stares intently at Jay. He is tipsy – he’s had four glasses of gin and sprite – and is battling severe anxiety as he questions his decision to instruct Jay to kill Fyodor – his 2 years old half brother – and ponders its unavoidable far-reaching consequences.
‘I added sprite,’ he says, gesturing to his glass. ‘It tastes much better.’ He pauses and vacantly scans the bar. ‘I like sprite.’
He downs the rest of his drink and remains silent as he continues to people watch, and Jay stoically stares at him.
He turns back to Jay and asks, ‘You want a drink?’
Jay doesn’t respond.
‘I can’t imagine it’s easy to kill a kid,’ Robert says flippantly, in an effort to disguise his true sentiment.
Jay instinctively shakes his head as a response to the comment – “it’s certainly not easy,” he’s thinking.
‘You did it, right?’ Robert earnestly asks.
Jay doesn’t respond.
‘I know,’ Robert says, hiding his resignation. ‘I got your text. Well, not me per say. I’m professional.’
Jay pulls out Cameron’s wedding ring and places it on the envelope.
Robert reaches for the envelope and drags it to himself. He stares at the ring for a moment and nods.
‘Where’s the money?’ Jay asks.
‘I don’t carry that sort of cash around. It’s very conspicuous. I like that word – conspicuous.’
‘Where is it?’ Jay sternly asks.
‘It’s in my office … back of a little butcher shop where I lay my head during the day. It’s close. Might even pack you some fucking tasty sausages to take with you.’
Jay calmly stands and says, ‘Let’s go.’
Robert leads Jay out of the bar to a black Range Rover Sport parked in front of the bar. He turns to Jay with a smile and says, ‘I didn’t think my man in the brown leather jacket needed to hide any more.’
Jay hides a smile; when he was approaching the bar, he’d noticed Samuel – the man in the brown leather jacket – sitting confidently in the driver’s seat of the car. He follows Robert’s lead and steps into the back seat.
Jay slots his hands into his jacket pockets and clutches Slim Charles’ gun – tucked in his waistband – through the large hole he’d cut in his right pocket earlier in the day.
‘Captain,’ Robert says to Jay, and gestures to Samuel. ‘Meet man in the brown leather jacket.’ He turns to Samuel. ‘Brown leather jacket man …’ He gestures to Jay. ‘Meet Captain.’
Samuel and Jay acknowledge each other through the rear-view mirror.
‘I tried to get him to wear another jacket,’ Robert says. ‘I thought it had become too conspicuous.’ He laughs for a moment. ‘But he didn’t listen. Stubborn fucker, he is.’
Samuel exaggeratedly nods.
‘To the office,’ Robert instructs.
They are ten minutes into the journey to the butcher shop and the car is silent; you could cut the air with a knife.
‘So, Captain, you have a family?’ Robert asks.
Jay turns to Robert, but doesn’t respond.
‘I thought so,’ Robert continues. ‘You strike me as one of the no attachment types – nothing you can’t leave in thirty seconds flat and shit. You have it right; family is fucking overrated.’
With that, the car returns to silence.
The Range Rover parks by the back entrance of a high-end High Street butcher shop and Jay, Robert, and Samuel step out of the car. Robert leads Samuel, and Jay, who still has his hands in his pockets and is firmly clutching the gun, to the back door.
Samuel does his best to act cool, but is evidently on edge.
Jay, on the other hand, appears absolutely calm but his mind is in overdrive working out the smoothest way of eliminating them both, disposing their bodies, cleaning up the scene, and escaping in just over an hour – which is all the time he has left from the three hours of silence he’d requested from Cameron.
Robert stops by the door and stares expectantly at Samuel, but Samuel doesn’t react.
‘The key?’ Robert asks, and gestures to the door.
Samuel pats himself, searching for the key, and then has a moment of recollection. He forces an apologetic smile and walks briskly back to the car.
Robert turns to Jay and exaggeratedly shakes his head in disappointment. Jay sees through their elaborate charade and has the urge to put a bullet through Robert’s eyes right there and then, but no, he’ll wait till he gets the money.
Samuel steps into the driver side of the car. He opens the glove compartment with one hand and surreptitiously opens a secret compartment underneath the steering wheel with the other. He quickly picks out a matte black sawed off shotgun and tucks it into his jacket before he picks out the back door key from the glove compartment.
He shuts the compartment, steps out the car, and walks briskly back towards Jay and Robert.
Samuel opens the back door and Robert leads through a small hallway into an expensively furnished office. Samuel waits at the door, and Robert walks round to the front of his desk.
Jay glances back to Samuel at the door before he walks up to the desk.
Robert picks up a duffel bag from the floor and dumps it onto the middle of the desk.
Samuel reaches into his jacket and grabs the shotgun. His nervous finger is on the trigger and he waits for Robert’s signal to shoot Jay. It’s not his first rodeo, but he has only one shot, if he misses or isn’t quick enough, he knows he won’t live to regret it.
Robert gestures at the duffel bag, which is full of money, and says with a wide smile, ‘You want to count …’
Suddenly, a loudly ringing phone interrupts him.