Bad Turn Worse Page #3

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Jesus Christ.

F*** it. Come on, help me with it.

I don't understand.

Hey, college boy, come on,

help me out with this sh*t.

It's like you said,

you stole Giff's money.

No need to point fingers. We've got to

move on. We're well passed the blame game.

Okay, abra-f***ing-cadabra,

Giff's money went poof.

Now, we have to replace it.

Lucky for us, a man named Big Red happens

to launder money through the cotton gin.

So all we have to do is steal that money

before his truck comes to pick it up

on Wednesday. The end.

Thank you, Bobby. That much I got.

Now, what I didn't get,

and what I still don't get,

- is why the hell I have to steal it.

- It's all yours, partner.

Well...

because old Giff

has a logic all his own.

BJ, what the hell does that mean?

It means he found out

that you helped spend the money.

And according to the book of Giff,

that makes it your duty to help replace it.

And how the hell did he find that out?

And if we don't?

You don't want to go there, trust me.

Bobby's right. Let's just do it.

Now, how we going to do it?

That's the next question, right?

- We're going to need equipment.

- Equipment?

Yes, Sue, equipment. Now...

Borrowed... my sister's baby monitors.

We use them as walkies,

it'll give us the whole play by play on it.

BJ, baby monitors only work one way.

Really? No sh*t.

And... oh, yeah, my nephew's cap guns.

We'll pull plugs, paint them up right,

make them look real.

And for our faces,

we'll use these, you know.

Wait, are those your sister's too?

They sure as sh*t ain't mine.

Look, I'm not put anything on my face

that's been on her fat, veiny ass.

Let's just get back on track.

Now, we arrive at 6:00 in the am

on Wednesday,

hours before Big Red's men

show up for the pick up.

Head through the back of the gin,

mask and gloves on,

fake guns looking real.

Now there's no security, no one's doing

any rounds, so it shouldn't be any trouble.

Stick to the walls

and stick to the shadows,

you should be fine.

Now, there's video surveillance

of four cameras,

but... don't worry,

I helped put them in.

Once you get to the monitors,

just turn them off.

From there, we'll find a way

through the gin.

Head towards the main office,

there will be only one door.

Crack it open with the crowbar,

make it look like a break in.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What about the Wolfsons?

They'll recognize me,

they go to my church.

It'll be 6:
00 am.

If they do show up, lucky for you,

you'll be wearing my sister's nylons.

And... I mean, you've got a gun.

- Oh, my God.

- Now you go to the next room.

- And you'll see a safe.

- Got it!

But that's not the one. The real safe

is in the back room, to the left.

- Bingo.

- How're we supposed to get in?

Here's the best part.

Norm Wolfson is so goddamn old,

he can't remember the combination.

So he wrote it down on an index card,

taped to the bottom of his desk.

Star, 33, 26, 15, pound.

You'll find two bags. Peek inside

and you shall find them packed...

with clean green.

If so, get the f*** out.

- And that's it?

- That's It.

What about the money?

Oh, yeah, we give it back to Giff,

we're good to go.

- This Wednesday?

- Yeah, three days from now, 6:00 am.

So, what do you say?

What is there to say?

That's the spirit. Now, I've got

to go get some walkie talkies.

You want to come with?

I'll pass, I'm all tuckered out.

How about you?

Nah, nah, you know, I should go home.

See my mom. Haven't seen her since Corpus.

Okey dokie.

Need a lift?

No, I'm all right, I'm going to walk it.

Well, whatever you say, hoss.

Hey, Bob, see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, see you.

- All right.

- Hey.

- Hi.

So what are we going to do?

I don't know.

I mean, I know what we should do.

We should call the police.

You don't think so?

No, I thought we should've.

I've been thinking it all day.

Then what now?

Now, I know we should.

So you'll do it?

- No.

- Why?

- No, Bobby don't. We can't do this.

- Why?

Because it'll kill him.

BJ, is that you?

Yeah, buddy, it's me.

- Go back to bed, okay?

- Okay.

- Said your prayers?

- Yes.

Good boy.

Hello, yeah.

Hey, Giff, it's... it's me.

Well, well, little Bobby Jones.

What can I do you for,

little Bobby Jones?

I just... need to talk to you, Sheriff.

You need to talk to me?

Yeah, that's right,

I need to talk to you.

Okay, well...

get to talking.

Okay, well...

- the thing is... what I need you to...

- Do you want to talk to me in my office?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

- Just through there.

- Claire, buzz him in.

- Thank you.

Alright, I'll be in my office.

- Come on.

- Okay.

- Right in here.

- All right, thank you.

Bobby, here's the thing.

- You tell me you need to talk to me.

- That's right.

Yeah, well, see, that's a funny thing,

needs about what we need.

What do you mean?

Well, what I mean is, a lot of the time,

what we think we need,

it's not what we need at all.

You know what I'm saying?

No.

All right, take me, for example.

For the longest time,

I thought what I needed...

was this little 19-year-old

Mexican stripper I had on the side.

On the side of Mrs. Sheriff.

Man... I really thought I needed her.

I mean, like I was going

to bust if I didn't have her.

I mean, I really thought...

I believed I needed it.

The thing is, Bobby, I didn't.

What I needed was to not be paying

a sh*t ton of alimony to Mrs. Sheriff.

- You following me?

- Ye... yeah.

No, I'm... I'm sorry, I'm not sure.

I truly...

did not need to be paying

the alimony I'm paying now.

Alimony that has caused me all manner

of poor and compromising

decision making,

and questionable dealings.

I did not need to be chasing

that little Mexican tail.

I wanted to.

I didn't need to. I didn't need it.

Okay.

Okay, you're following me then.

Well, no...

No, I'm sorry,

I don't... I don't exactly.

I mean, I understand

that you got divorced.

I mean, that sucks.

I'm real sorry about that.

Okay, Bobby sh*t-for-brains,

I guess I'm just going to have to...

spell it out for you, ain't I?

Give you the short bus version.

I guess so.

The point is...

you come here saying

you need to talk to me.

That's right.

What I'm saying is that...

you might just be mistaken,

like I was.

Maybe...

you need to keep your promises.

Do what you say you're going to do...

for the people you say

you're going to do it for.

Are you following me?

You still need to talk to me?

Get in.

Oh, hey, Giff.

No, you know, I was

just going to walk it.

No, I could use the fresh air.

What you could use

is a ride in my truck.

I ain't going to ask you again.

You know, I've been spending

a lot of time with your boy, BJ.

And I'm thinking, what with you

and Sue going off to college,

that's he's feeling kind of left out.

I mean, I don't mean to get all...

psychological and all that stuff.

But, you know, the little bastard

never had a daddy.

I think somebody

with a Ph.D. and a goatee,

might say that I fill that void for him.

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