Betrayed Page #4

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Had a pretty good crop myself.

How 'bout you?

I'm talkin' to ya, Del.

I'm talkin', Del.

One neighbour to another.

Chewin' the sh*t, that's all.

- I ain't heard you give me no answer, Del.

- You ain't no neighbour of mine.

Come on, Gary. We don't want

no trouble. We're just waitin'.

- What's that spot on your face, Jud?

- That's a birthmark, Gary.

Yeah? You sure about that, Jud?

It ain't one of them spots you get

from that there AIDS, is it, Jud?

You ain't been airin' your back door

like one of them dyin', spotted faggots?

- You son of a b*tch.

- Don't f*** with me, Jud.

You hear me, Del? You hear me, Del?

What'd you do that for?

I ain't the one who started it all.

It ain't no big deal anyhow.

Some people here just don't like me.

Katie...

I'm gonna get down on my hands and

knees, right here, with all them lookin',

unless you come huntin' with me.

You know that, don't you? Yes, I am.

All right. I'll go huntin'.

- You're coming?

- Yeah, I'm coming.

OK.

I've never been huntin' at night.

Ah, it's gonna be a real mud hunt tonight.

- What are we huntin'? Deer?

- It ain't deer season.

Come on.

- Shorty.

- Hi, Gary.

Come on. Watch your step. It's slippery.

All of you know Katie.

- Hi, Katie.

- Give me a weapon, Shorty.

All right, Gary. Right here.

Gimme another one, Shorty.

And a clip.

This is a Mac-10

fully automatic machine pistol.

- You pull this trigger here.

- She ain't got no place here.

- Shut up.

- Here, Gary.

Thanks.

You know what this is. Pop that in.

Here's your magazine release.

Pull this baby back, you got

one up the snout, ready to go.

- You ain't goin' huntin' with that.

- Oh yeah, we are.

Shut up.

Sorry we're late, Shorty.

Cocked and ready. Here y'are, boy.

You'd better start runnin'.

You got ten bullets.

- And 30 seconds.

- You'd better run, n*gger.

- We're gonna get some black stuff.

- OK, let's do it.

- Come on.

- No.

I love you. I gotta be honest with you.

You gotta know everything.

It's just training. It's your first hunt.

You'll get used to it. Come on.

All right. Don't stand around

in a cluster f***. Fan out.

- (TWO GUNSHOTS)

- (DOG HOWLS)

Goddamn it, he shot Duke!

I said spread out over there,

goddamn it. Don't group up.

Get some of them lights out.

Goddamn him to f***in' hell! He shot Duke!

OK, get up, Buster. Come on.

Move it, Buster!

I'm gonna kill that f***in' n*gger.

(SEVERAL GUNSHOTS)

- Hey, Shorty, it's Bambi!

- Don't shoot at it!

Come on, goddamn it. Don't group up!

Come on. Put some of them lights out.

Gary! He's over here!

You bastard, I'll kill you!

You bastard!

He's got six left!

Better make it a good one, Satchmo!

Yee-haw! What's the matter?

We're not a big enough target for you?

That's six, n*gger. You got four left.

(GUNSHOT)

You got two left, boy!

- We're losin' him!

- Goddamn, you missed him!

Come on, lighten up.

- Hey, Gary. Looky here. His gun.

- Oh, this ain't gonna take much longer.

KATIE:
He's wounded.

Your f***ing game is over.

Sh*t. Rain. Come on.

Hey, Gary, over here!

Hell, boy, my baby sister

shoots better than you do.

Got us a coon in a trap.

It's your first time, right?

So let her do it.

First one, Katie.

It's your kill. Go get him.

You can do it, Katie.

Walk up there,

point your weapon, pull the trigger.

Don't kill me.

- Don't even think about it, Wes!

- Gary, she knows.

It don't matter! Finish him off!

- (GUNSHOT)

- No!

- No!

- (GUNSHOT)

We'll get you somethin'

to warm you up when we get home.

Just take me to the motel.

Aw, come on, Katie. Come on, now.

It was just a n*gger.

There's plenty more where he came from.

I didn't want there to be anything

between us. I love you that much.

If you love me,

I got nothin' to worry about.

But if you don't,

I don't care about goin' to jail.

But one thing's for sure,

we're gonna kick the hell outta Zog.

Who's Zog?

Zionist Occupation Government.

It means the goddamn Jews are runnin'

our country with their n*gger police.

(SOBS)

(WAILS)

Michael.

Where the f*** are you goin', sugar?

- (ENGINE REVS)

- Hey!

C*nt!

Oh.

Just hold me. Just hold me real hard.

Oh.

You're sure nobody followed you?

We'll never find the body, Cathy.

I can testify. I was there.

I saw everything.

- I just didn't do anything.

- There wasn't anything you could do.

They're guilty. You're not.

- It wasn't the first hunt they were on.

- No sh*t.

We'll never find the bodies, Cathy.

I want them for Kraus.

We have a body there.

We can put them away for ever.

- You have to go back in.

- No, I can't go back in.

I need you to link them with Kraus.

You're the only one who can do it.

How could I even look at him again?

How could I let him touch me?

I feel dirty.

I feel so dirty.

I never said you had to

sleep with him, did I?

Did I?

How could you have?

I thought...

Why?!

I didn't sleep with him.

I made love to him.

- What the hell difference does it make?!

- SANDERS:
Take it easy, Mike.

Look, I'm in too deep, Michael.

Maybe my loyalties are all screwed up.

I'm off balance.

That would be a convenient excuse

for you, wouldn't it?

You have to go back in.

You just want me

to go back in to punish me.

No.

You feel dirty? What's more important?

Putting them behind bars?

How many others

do you think they're gonna kill?

And how dirty do you think you'd feel

if you didn't do anything about it?

I just don't know

how I could have been so wrong.

How I let him...

If you could see him with his family.

Yeah, well, I don't know. I guess your gut

instinct's just really not that good, right?

Now you know.

Don't go along too easily. Make their

garbage look new to you. Play it normal.

Don't be too quick to convert.

You don't want him to think

that you're an easy lay, do you?

About Wes. Wesley John Bond, paroled

from San Quentin three years ago.

He headed up a racist group

called the Aryan Brotherhood in the joint.

He has a sheet going back 15 years,

all of it in California.

Forcible rape, sodomy, aggravated assault.

And he tried to be

a mercenary in South Africa.

Yeah, I just wish I knew

how he wound up here.

- Sh*t floats.

- Well, stay away from Wes.

He's a freak's freak,

and Gary's using him.

We've got nothing on the others.

They seem like losers.

You know, if I was Gary,

I'd like losers. I bet Gary likes losers.

Treat losers right, they make

good soldiers. I learned it in the Marines.

I learned it in the FBI.

- Take it.

- If he finds it, I'm dead.

Make sure he doesn't find it.

You're just doing a job. That's all it is.

- Hey, Theresa.

- Hello, Katie.

Mornin'. Where you been?

I drove. I went past the Interstate.

I came back.

Did you come back for your stuff?

It's over there.

No.

Katie, you come back cos you love me?

Cos if you do, I need to know.

Say it.

Please say it.

I love you.

Combines are leavin'.

So? You're stayin'.

Well, I guess it's sad

to see your friends leavin'.

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