Bad Turn Worse Page #5

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to figure this sh*t out.

Others, you know, travel.

Go backpacking to places where pot

and prostitution are legal,

all in the name of self discovery

or whatever the f*** you want to call it.

But not you,

not me.

We're the exceptions.

Though, you're going to college.

- To get the hell out of this place.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, to get out of here.

Partly, I don't... I don't

doubt that for a second.

I mean, you always were too good

for the rest of us.

But the real reason is...

'cause you know who you are,

what you want, how to get it.

I mean, you want to be a writer, right?

Write books and sh*t,

mysteries like these.

Come on, honey, don't act so shocked.

I remember.

I remember everything you ever told me,

every motherfucking word.

And I think about it a lot.

And maybe that's lame, but it's true.

You know what else is true?

I know who I am, what I want,

and how to get it.

You know who doesn't?

Bobby.

That's who.

Now...

don't get me wrong, he's smart,

book smart.

So he's going to college,

well, whoop-de-dee-f***ing-doo.

Not me.

Whole reason why I'm not going

to college or going backpacking,

it's not because I ain't got the money

or the book smarts, because I don't.

But the real reason is...

just like you I know who I am,

what I want and how to get it.

And none of those things

are a part of the plan.

So what is part of the plan?

Wouldn't you like to know?

That's why I asked.

Hear about tonight?

No.

We're doing it at 12, midnight,

instead of tomorrow at six.

It's as far as I could push it.

How would've I have heard about that?

I don't know, thought you might have heard

from a little bird by the name of Bobby.

Maybe you two met up at the Whataburger,

had a little fun day.

Well, anyways, times may have changed,

- but the plans stay the same.

- Okay, tonight, I got it.

You should go.

What if I don't?

That's what I always liked

about you, Sue.

You always were a... a straight shooter.

Lately, I think it seems

that you've been hiding something.

I can't really

put my finger on it, but...

I'm sure they smell fishy.

- Hello.

- Hi, can I speak to Bobby, please?

- Bobby, goddamn phone.

- Coming.

- Hello.

- Hey, it's me.

Bobby?

Is everything okay?

- Hi, Bobby.

- Hey.

- Till seven, Bobby-rino.

- Till seven.

All right, I'm going to hang

back here as look out, okay?

- Wait, what?

- Sh*t, you want to deal with the cops?

Because if they show up,

and you're outside.

I mean, that's where

you're getting in to, hun.

Bob, if see anything

out of the ordinary,

- I'll let you know.

- Then what?

Look, just stick to the f***ing plan.

F*** it. Let's go.

Jesus.

This is f***ed up.

- Monitor's down.

- What?

Hey, BJ, the monitor's down.

Why the f*** are the monitors down?

Hey, man, don't worry about it.

Just keep on moving, okay.

Coast is clear out here.

Okay.

Bobby, I don't...

I have a bad feeling about this.

Where the f***'s the crowbar?

Look over there.

Wait.

- Bobby?

- What?

- It's already open.

- What?

It's open.

Got it!

It's... 33, 26...

- Okay, hold on.

- 15.

Bobby, the safe's empty.

- What?

- It's f***ing empty!

- What do you mean it's f***ing empty?

- There's not a goddamn thing in here!

F***, Bobby, just turn on the lights.

F***.

I got it.

Holy sh*t.

- Mr. Wolfson?

- Oh, my God.

Okay, Sue, we got to go.

Sue, we got to go.

BJ.

BJ!

- BJ.

- BJ...

What the f***?

You think that you're so f***ing smart.

Both of you, I mean, you thought

you were going away together.

Well, guess what?

You are,

but... not to college and not together.

It was all part of the plan.

All of it.

Giff came up with it.

Right after...

I told him about you two.

After I told him what you've been

doing behind my back.

You know what? We fixed you,

we fixed you good.

We got you to take Big Red's loot

so we can take it from you,

and then, well... we'd bust you for it.

That's the stupidest thing I ever heard.

Yeah? Well...

you fell for it. Both of you.

Yup, and it looks like

we're not the only ones.

Now, what the f*** does that mean?

It means, BJ...

that if this was all part of your plan,

then you must've been the ones

to kill the Wolfsons, right?

What the f*** did you just say?

What the f*** is she talking about man?

Listen, man,

the Wolfsons...

are f***ing dead, okay?

F***ing shot through the head, dead.

Bullshit!

Where did you put the money?

There is no f***ing money.

Where'd you put the f***ing money?

Is...

- What'd you f***ing do with the money?

- Settle down there, BJ.

What the f***?

It's in a safe place.

It's all right.

Hey, sweet pea.

Give me that, son.

Sorry, Giff, I didn't...

I didn't mean to take your gun.

- I didn't mean to.

- Now, it's all right.

I don't understand. They...

they said the Wolfsons are dead,

but I told them that was bullshit

because, you know, they exist, right?

There's no... there's no way

you'd kill somebody who exists, right?

Just f***ing Mexicans, right?

Just f***ing Mexicans.

I would... I would never

kill the Wolfsons.

But they did have do die,

there's no argument there.

They work for Big Red, you know,

loose ends and whatnot.

I dont... I don't understand.

Are they dead or they ain't dead?

Oh, they are as dead as disco.

Wait.

I mean, if you didn't kill them,

who the f*** did?

Well...

- you did.

- No, I didn't.

I didn't... I didn't f***ing

kill nobody.

Yes, you did.

It was you too, sweet pea.

And you, Bobby.

Well, you were all in on it,

and then when I caught you

red handed, what'd you do?

You all put guns on me.

I mean, come the f*** on.

Wait, wait, Giff, look.

Not real, right? Not real.

Yeah, that's all right.

I'll put a real one

in your hand after I drop you.

FYI, it'll be the same piece

you used on the Wolfsons.

But I... I didn't.

Sure you did.

You did. And I caught you in the act.

Well, at least that's

what I'm going to tell...

whoever asks after I call the cops

to pick up whatever is left of you two.

Hell, I might even get

elected sheriff for this.

Replace that...

greedy sack of stupid

waiting for his 10%.

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

Wait, wait, wait!

Okay, I'm waiting.

Big Red...

I told him.

All right, I like games, honey,

but I don't have time...

No, no, no, it's not a game,

Giff, it's real.

- Oh, sh*t.

- I told him everything,

and he's coming here for you.

No, you didn't.

- I did.

- No, you didn't.

I mean...

how could you?

- I called him.

- Okay, see, right there.

That is the biggest pile of steaming

horse sh*t I have ever heard.

What do you mean you called him?

What did you do?

Look him up in the Yellow Pages,

under gangster?

- Or in the white pages, under Red?

- No.

I Nancy Drew-ed it, motherf***er.

When Big Red's men made the drop,

Bobby took down the plates.

When he told me what happened,

I got an idea.

Rain falls on 32 men.

I typed it in,

and just like that, I got a number.

And I called it.

And a man answered.

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