Bad Turn Worse Page #2

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- Yeah, several times.

But even if you hadn't,

I would've heard it just as many times

from everybody else.

Is that why you're leaving?

Because the town's so small.

It's because of my stories.

Honey, are they getting on your nerves?

No.

It's not like that, I just...

It just makes me sad, that's all.

Makes me sad, too. That's the point.

BJ...

God, you got to get over it.

Hey, you got to get over all that junk

you keep stored up in that head of yours.

Move on.

I mean, you stay on a bus long enough,

and you're liable...

Miss your stop.

Yes.

I've told you that before.

Yeah, several times.

I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed.

Rise and shine, turpentine.

Hey, goddamn you,

hitting my goddamn balls.

Listen, motherf***er, drops your c*cks,

and put on your socks, man.

- We're late for the f***ing party.

- Hey!

Hey, seriously, get up man. We got to go.

Giff's going to be pissed as f***, come on.

Lazy motherf***er, let's move.

Something I've been meaning to tell you,

something I didn't want to say

in front of Sue.

Yeah, what's that?

I didn't save up that money.

Where did you get it?

- I stole it from Giff.

- You what?

Yeah, walked right into his office.

Took it from his safe.

- F*** you, that's bullshit.

- Swear it.

One night, he got so drunk.

He started talking about crazy sh*t,

tells me... his favorite number,

gives me a whole spiel about it.

Guess what it is?

69. I mean,

he f***ing loves that number.

Says it's a symbol, says it represents

the best in human nature.

He even has a little saying about it.

69, I'll suck yours if you suck mine.

Yeah, it's kind of like

it's a golden rule.

Okay, so what the f***'s that have to do

with you breaking into his safe?

Well...

I figured it out. It's his pin number.

It's also his Powerball number, 696969.

Well, there's only five numbers, so...

the rest of it depends

on what he's feeling that day,

- but, most importantly, it's...

- The combo to his safe.

Yup.

It's gotta be the dumbest thing

I ever heard.

Yeah, kind of serves him right.

Can't believe you stole that money.

Just don't say anything, all right?

Hey, you boys are late.

You, come on, I need you.

What the f***, Giff?

What the f***, yourself.

I want some answers right now,

motherf***er.

You ask that bean burrito

where my f***ing money is.

What? Your money?

My f***ing money, my dinero.

I know that much spik speak, motherf***er.

Now, you fill in the rest.

You ask him where my f***ing money is.

Okay, Giff, okay.

- Ernesto, Ernesto,

- Come on, come on.

Sabes... donde la...

No, seor.

- No, see, Giff, he has no idea where it is.

- Sure he does, sure he does.

My f***ing money, my money,

in my office, in my safe,

where you f***ing broke into,

motherf***er.

Now I want to know

where my f***ing money is.

Wait, wait.

Ernesto... no tienes algo

de dinero para darle?

- Where's my f***ing money, b*tch?

- Wait!

- I could do this all day.

- Want me to do all f***ing day?

That's enough!

I could do it all f***ing day.

Is that what you want?

Where's my f***ing money?

Where's my f***ing money,

you son of a b*tch.

Give me my f***ing money.

I could do this all day, motherf***er.

Stop it!

He didn't take it.

He didn't take it, who the f*** did?

It's not like it got up

and walked out of here on it's own.

I did.

I took the money.

You took my money?

Yeah, I took it.

Why?

Why did you do that? He didn't take it.

Why? 'Cause he was supposed

to watch you.

He was supposed to keep you

from taking my money, and he didn't.

Plus, I wanted you to know

how serious I am.

You know how serious I am?

- Yes.

- Sure?

Okay, good. Where's my f***ing money?

I don't have it.

Where is it?

I s... I spent it.

Wait a minute.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You blew 20 f***ing grand

over the weekend?

- 20 grand?

- That's right hotshot, 20 f***ing grand.

You know, that money you stole,

that wasn't mine.

It was my boss's.

But I covered it for you.

'cause that's just the kind of guy I am.

Oh, now, you know who my boss is?

I didn't know you had a boss, Giff.

Oh, yeah, I surely do. I surely do.

You see, a few years ago,

business wasn't so hot.

Almost as bad as it is today.

I had a third mortgage to cover, and...

well, there wasn't a bank in the world

that was going to cover my ass.

So I took out a loan.

Kind of the way you did.

The guy who loaned me

that money became my boss,

'cause I couldn't pay it back.

His name was Big Red.

You ever heard of him?

Sure you have,

everybody's heard of Big Red.

Big f***ing Red!

I understand, Giff, but...

I don't have any money.

It's a good thing I know

where to get it then.

All right, here's the deal.

Now, you know about my boss right? Good.

What you probably can't imagine is...

I hate working for that motherf***er,

almost as much as you hate working for me.

And this weekend, while you were out...

spending all that money,

I was stuck alone, at home,

thinking. It's all I could do,

was think.

And the thinking I did.

Mostly, I was thinking about what to do

with el rigor muerto out there,

'cause I thought he had done it.

Then...

then I come up with something.

Something that was more than just...

me feeding his balls to his brother.

I came up with a plan.

Now, you may have noticed

that the first Sunday of every month

that red truck

comes into the cotton gin.

What you might not have noticed

is that they drop off cash,

whole lot of cash, Big Red's cash.

And then on the following Wednesday,

that truck returns to pick up said cash.

Why?

Big Red launders the money

through the cotton gin.

So you see,

what you're going to do is...

you're going to steal that money

before the next pick up.

- Wait, what?

- Just like what you done on Friday.

Just the load's going to be

a hell of a lot bigger.

Yes.

I was... going to scare

the quesadilla in to doing it.

But then this happened, and well,

you got half a chromosome on him, easy,

so that'll make things good for us.

Now, you...

did you help spend that money?

No, yes.

Did you help spend that money?

Well, I'll be damned.

That makes you an accessory.

And if you could spend that money,

you sure as sh*t could steal it...

- right?

- Yup, boss.

Who else?

Who else helped you?

Ain't no way you two tards

could spend that money on your own.

Had to be somebody else there

to help you. Who was it?

No, Giff, see, it was just us.

Children should be seen,

and not heard, motherf***er.

- Giff, I don't know what to tell you...

- Do you have any doubts

that I will blow your f***ing brains

all over this office?

You have any f***ing doubt?

It was... yes, Sue, okay.

Sue?

Good, old Sue.

Motherf***er.

Come on.

Sue is going to kill you.

I very much doubt

Sue's going to kill me.

On the other hand, man,

I'm not so sure about Giff.

Why the f*** did you have to open

your goddamn mouth?

He was beating him to death.

Well, you sure as sh*t stopped that

by getting him shot.

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