Bad Country Page #6

Carry on the lineage and sign this.

Thanks for stopping by.

What about the money?

Don't want it.

This ain't about business.

It's personal.

I'm gonna ask some questions.

And you're gonna answer me.

What you want to know about, Jesse?

You want to know

about your brother?

You want to hear how we had

him shot up with strychnine?

How he f***ing died slow?

You f***ing motherf***er!

Now, two days ago,

my wife and son were murdered.

Was it you who took the contract?

Forty-four pounds,

Misznay-Schardin.

Just like you taught me.

F*** yeah, I took the contract.

Blew your b*tch and kid sky high.

Damn it! You f***ing motherf***er!

You're gonna f***ing die.

You're gonna f***ing die.

Catfish, we're all gonna die.

Now, where's Lutin?

Get f***ed!

Now, where's Lutin?

Where's Lutin?

New Orleans. He's with

Billings, Quarter.

Now, let me down.

You got it, man.

You know who I am?

Open the trunk, open the trunk!

- Do you know who I am?

- Yes, yes, yes! I know!

Who's f***ing Morris?

Why was he killed?

I ought to break every

f***ing bone you got!

Talk. Talk, you piece of sh*t.

They've made Jesse.

Where's Lutin Adams?

I don't know!

Lutin's going down.

You either go down together,

or you give him to me.

I don't talk to him directly!

They page me every night at 5:00

for a 6:
00 call, I swear! I swear!

They page me from different

numbers every time. My arm!

You best turn yourself in.

You're a dead man, Kiersey.

He's in the French Quarter.

The number paging Kiersey between 5:00

and 6:
00 p.m. in the last 72 hours

is from a payphone

on Magazine Street.

Bud, it's 100 feet from

Edgar Billings' club.

Good.

Tell Bannock.

Hey, Bud, you have got

to talk to Bannock, man.

He is looking for you and

he is f***ing pissed.

Hold him off.

I'll square it with him

when I get to the Quarter.

Now, get your asses

down to New Orleans.

Come on, show me something.

Got a man, Caucasian.

Entering the back of the room.

Copy that.

Talk to me.

Nothing to tell.

Kiersey didn't call.

You try his office?

Ain't there. His home neither.

Hello.

- It's Billings.

- What can I do for you?

- I need sweepers through Baton Rouge.

- Okay.

- Find Daniel Kiersey.

- Done.

Keep paging him.

Mr Kiersey, I'm Captain Bannock.

How can I help you?

As you can see, Detective Bud

Carter is out of control.

Detective Lieutenant.

Now how can I help you?

How long till you make an arrest in

your investigation of Lutin Adams?

How long?

Look, I will provide the documents and

information to secure his conviction.

Why?

'Cause I'm afraid for

my f***ing life.

Please.

I'll confirm whatever Jesse Weiland has

given you in exchange for protection.

Do we have a deal?

Hey, Bud, we got a Buick.

Sky blue with Louisiana plates.

Two male occupants.

Hold tight.

We got us a boss man here.

Gerald Kaye, plus one.

Copy that. Hold tight.

- Bannock.

- It's Bud.

You better have something good.

I'm down in the Quarter

sitting on activity.

- Lutin?

- I don't know yet.

I got Gerald Kaye so far.

Wait. I got Edgar Billings, too.

What you got?

I got Kiersey just walked in. Two

fractured wrists and scared as hell.

- I can explain...

- He wants to make a deal, Bud.

Now, I can hold Nokes off

for 24 hours, but that's it.

Mike, I need Kiersey to place a

phone call to the payphone now.

All right.

Hello.

Yeah.

Hey, it's me.

I've been trying to page

you for over two hours.

Where the f*** you been?

I apologise.

I have been tooth and nail

with the DA in court all day.

Everything good?

Yeah, everything's

just fine, just fine.

- Just lay low. Regular time tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Now get me some f***ing protection.

We all good?

Everything's good.

Let's head on back.

I'll let Lutin know.

They're calling Latin.

What's our move, Bud?

We wait.

If Lutin's coming,

Jesse ain't far behind.

A Cadillac just

pulled in the alley.

Black Cadillac limousine.

Bud, we got Lutin Adams.

- What's our move, Bud?

- Hold position.

Jesse's gonna show. Look sharp.

Speak of the devil.

Rene.

- Jameson, rocks.

- Yes, sir, Mr Adams.

Gentlemen.

It's good to see you.

Is it?

Your boy Weiland has brought

the heat on us big time.

You gonna handle that?

I'll handle Weiland.

Don't you worry about that.

But there's someone else

I need to handle right now.

Marandino, what's your status?

I got nothing.

Copy that, hold tight.

Gentlemen, I've got Jesse.

- Where's Jesse?

- He's heading down the alley, Bud.

Let him go.

- Marandino, you got him?

- Affirmative.

Shots fired, shots fired!

Police!

Go, go, go!

Get down! Get out of the way!

You got him, Bud?

I got the son of a b*tch.

Bud!

Saint Augustine once wrote,

"Hate is like drinking poison

and hoping the other guy dies."

I'm not sure Jesse lived thinking that,

but he certainly died because of it.

And as for the sacrifice,

for those we lost and for

the rest of us still here,

it's not always easy

to do what's right.

It's just right.

Hell of a job, Lieutenant.

Interesting names on this list.

I know you lost some good men.

But a lot of lives were saved.

You taking that list to Washington?

Attorney General, yeah.

A seat in Congress,

add some colour to the Hill.

What about you?

You gonna take a vacation?

There's still some loose ends.

Always is.

I'm gonna give you an

hour with the man.

Then I got to take him.

I appreciate it.

Good job.

Maybe I should show

this to my lawyer first.

Well, we both know

that time has passed.

Want a cup of coffee?

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