A Single Shot Page #4

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I hope I'm not stepping

over the line, John.

It's just I-I know

you've been under

a lot of stress lately, and...

Well, I hear things.

I'd hate to see

your whole life get ruined

for a mistake or two.

And it's not just

your life, John.

What'd you say?

There's a boy to think about.

Nolan.

He ain't in this.

Well, of course,

he's in it, John.

He's your son.

Most problems, John,

aren't as bad as they seem.

Thing is,

you got to deal with 'em

before people

get backed into corners.

You got somethin' to say,

spit it out.

There're so many overlapping

interests in a small town, John.

It's a small-town lawyer's

cross to bear...

Then, too, there's...

There's the law.

My only problem

is getting my family back.

If you can't help me with that,

I ain't got time to talk to you.

Hey, hey, mister,

can you give me

a ride back to town?

You believe

them titties is real?

Well, they ain't.

It's a man, got plastic tits,

p*ssy made from the skin

off his own leg.

Doctor cut off his dick

and had them things sewn on.

Can I help ya?

A guy named Cornish

staying here?

Can't say.

You can't say, huh?

No.

Long arms and legs?

Gangly, tattooed son of a b*tch.

You seen him?

Oh, maybe got him an alias.

Guess he don't want to

be found.

Don't wanna be found, huh?

What room's he in?

Room seven. I'll call,

tell him you're on your way.

I'll go on down there myself.

And I weren't

never here, neither.

You's one of them

Fitch boys, ain't you?

I ain't no Fitch boy.

Yeah?

Open up.

Room service.

Sh*t.

Aw, hey, man.

What you been up to?

I went to Hawaii.

What do you f***in' think?

Waiting for you to turn up

with the money.

I been on the case, man.

I been on it.

Yeah? You been on it?

F***ing-a, man.

Sh*t's had me on the run.

Two days, I've been

keeping my guys sweet.

If you don't turn up

with the money,

we gotta ding ourselves

for the f***in' drugs.

You understand that?

You get that?

You gotta trust me.

Alright?

I am this f***in' close

to gettin' that money back.

If you can't trust

your cellmate,

who can you trust?

Goddamn straight.

A**holes on the outside

got no f***ing idea.

It's when you get on the outside,

you realize you spend your time

with thieves and murderers,

and f***in' liars.

Yeah. That's right.

It's like we're all

in one of them big clubs

you get in a college.

What...

What do you call that?

Fraternities, you moron.

Yeah, that-that...

That's what it is.

Where's the f***in' money at?

Listen, man,

this f***in' Woodchuck

that lives up

by the quarry has g...

Don't talk.

What's his name?

John moon.

I just ain't sure

where he's hid it, man,

but-but listen,

I've got someone real close

to his wife and kid

working with me to find out.

There's no...

You sure he's got it?

You seen it?

No, but I know he's got it, man.

Alright.

Where's germ at?

I don't know, man.

Maybe she went

to her mom's or something.

Bullshit! She would

never run away from me.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Maybe she got scared

or something, man. I don't...

You're f***in' lyin'!

Don't f***in' lie to me!

Where's my girl?

Where?

She's dead, man.

I found her

in that container, man.

God's truth.

She's... she's dead?

I didn't want to tell you.

I didn't want to blow

the f***in' deal, man!

I didn't do it!

Your terrorizing tactics

have put me

in a very delicate situation.

I thought we'd agreed

I'd handle John moon.

Hello?

I'm wonderin' if

John moon's a donut-eater?

Is this what you want?

That was my last crull...

I'll kick your ass.

Where is she?

- John...!

- Where's my sow?

John, I know you're angry.

Just let me talk t...

Where's my wife?

Where is she?

Jess came to see me yesterday!

Next thing you say better be

'bout where she's at.

I'll snap your f***in' neck!

I told her, as your attorney,

I wasn't allowed

to talk to you,

but she insisted!

You pick up that phone

and you call

who's got my family.

Your family?

John, John, I-I...

I think you're confused.

Jess asked me to talk to you.

She's up on oxbow road.

I'm not supposed to say.

She's scared, John.

She said she'd tried

to understand you,

but she couldn't make any sense

of what you were saying

about this money,

or where you got it,

that you were acting

as if it just fell out of

the sky into your lap.

She doesn't know

what terrible things

you've done

or-or-or what repercussions

it might have

on you, or her,

or-or especially Nolan.

- You threatenin' me?

- Mm...

Don't play games with me.

I already know

you're workin' for 'em.

John, I don't know...

Cut the sh*t!

How'd they come by this money?

How'd they come by it?

I didn't ask,

for the same reason

I won't ask you

what it is

or how you came by it.

If, let's say,

it's ill-gotten gains,

then I'd be legally obligated

to turn it over to the law.

That, I think,

is something all parties

would like to avoid, yes?

Call Waylon.

Waylon?

Waylon, yeah. Call him.

Oh, Jesus!

One who's working with Cornish.

I think we ought to

talk to Obadiah.

We ain't gonna be able

to talk to Obadiah. He's dead.

Now you call this Waylon,

and you tell him you got

the money he's owed.

Where's he at?

J-John, I... I-I...

Don't know who you...

I don't know no Waylon!

What're you doin' here, Johnno?

Son of a b*tch, Johnno.

You got a gun on me.

Yeah, how 'bout that?

I think I'll just

go back to sleep.

Tried to wake up, but no way.

Look at these, Simon.

Why's your name on this?

Found that

in Obie's hotel room.

Don't think I don't know

you was goin' through

my sh*t the other night.

What're you

talking about, John?

I was there, Simon.

Okay.

Set down, John no.

I'm gonna get you a drink.

You're gonna get me a drink?

Maybe a couple girls, too.

You serve me up?

I wasn't gonna

let 'em hurt you, Johnno.

Talk to me, Simon.

Did you shoot Mike?

I don't shoot dogs, now.

Go on!

Get outta here!

Go on, get outta here. Get!

F***in'...

You serve up

my wife and kid, too?

Let's just talk about this,

Johnno.

Yeah. Let's

talk about it.

Let's talk about it.

- Let's talk about it.

- Alright.

Gettin' my sh*t through to you

right now?

You tell me.

Talk to me, Simon.

You'd be doin' me

a favor, Johnno.

You know what

a big ol' pile of cash

would do to a poor man,

don't ya, Johnno?

You been drinking?

Like a rich man.

There you go.

I was up at the Bonanza

two days ago with big Colette,

hiding out from her old man,

when he moved

all my livestock in here.

The son of a b*tch.

And damned if I don't run into

that hen sh*t-for-brains.

Still got his convict tan

and surprised as hell

to see me.

He give me some old cockamamie

bullshit song-and-dance

about he was gonna look me up

soon's as he got his hands

on that stash,

and swearin' up and down

that somebody snatched it

from where he dug it up

after it were buried,

and got a good mind

is was you, Johnno.

Thought of that cash got to be

like a cancer in my gut.

I known you 20 years.

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