Betrayed Page #6

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Take a deep breath.

Oh, Jesus, Katie.

What'd you do? Close your eyes?

- I guess so.

- Concentrate.

Get that Jew-boy right in the eye.

Holy sh*t.

- Beginner's luck.

- You was connin' me.

Hey, Gary! Gary, we got Lugers.

- Look at this.

- This boy's got original Lugers for sale.

- Get outta here.

- What did you say, brother?

My dad got a Purple Heart fightin'

uniforms like that and your Adolf Hitler.

I don't wanna hear about it.

Get outta here.

Go jack off with your Lugers.

- Oh, Jesus.

- What'd you do that for?

Because they're a**holes and they're

losers. You're an a**hole too, Lyle.

We got more a**holes here

than they got in California.

California? He's from Oshkosh,

Wisconsin. That's Johnson.

I put $50 down on that gun.

What the hell'd he mean by that?

Why'd he call me an a**hole for?

Beats the sh*t outta me, Lyle.

WES:
Hey, Gary. Gary.

The stuff is here. Wake up, man.

OK.

Yeah, they wouldn't give it to me, man.

They didn't trust me.

- They got what we want?

- They got a whole truckload of sh*t.

(GROUP SINGING

"MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT ASHORE")

- Look out for the bear, Wes.

- F*** you.

(LAUGHTER)

Don't worry about them bears.

It's them wolverines.

- A wolverine'll kick the piss out of a bear.

- Is that right?

Come on, Wes. It's probably

somebody sneakin' out to take a crap.

I heard somethin'.

- Gettin' jumpy, Wes?

- (GUNSHOTS)

(SPORTS ANNOUNCER OVER RADIO)

SHORTY:
This old blue-gummed n*gger

gets to heaven. St Pete's there.

Yeah, sure, Shorty. I gotta go.

I saw you.

I saw you, c*nt.

- What the f***...

- She was out in the woods, Gary.

- What the f*** you doin'?

- She was out in the f***in' woods.

SHORTY:
I've been sittin'

by this fire all night.

- GARY:
You touch her, I'll kill you.

- I tell you, she was out there.

GARY:
Go get Dean and Buster.

We gotta talk. In your tent.

- Where?

- New York, San Francisco, LA,

- Miami, Chicago, Atlanta.

- When?

- Three days after the hit.

- When's the hit?

I'll let you know.

No, you cannot have another rock.

That's it with the rocks.

Good morning, everybody.

My name's Jack Carpenter and

I'd like to be your man in Washington.

We're running a campaign here

to return America to real Americans.

- Hey, isn't that your friend?

- CARPENTER:
So let's get organised.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Unless you want the Jews, n*ggers and

faggots to keep on telling you what to do.

Course, you know

it's gonna take some financin'.

- God. Look at him.

- We got some donation pledge cards.

You can sign and put it

on your credit card.

Don't give me anything,

unless you can afford it.

- I mean that, now.

- No, you don't.

You don't care if they

can afford it or not.

All you care about is

buyin' yourself another Cadillac.

- Or maybe a new fancy suit.

- Who are you, mister?

- Whose side are you on?

- Come on, now, Gary.

- We're all on the same side here.

- I ain't on his side.

You think you're gonna win, Mr Big Shot?

You ain't got a prayer, pal.

You're just in it for the ride.

Well, you ain't ridin' on my back.

All you're doin'

is distractin' people here.

- Maybe that's what you wanna do.

- I'll talk to him.

A boy with your speakin' talents, maybe

you oughta be runnin' instead of me.

I ain't real sure which one of us

is the politician, friend.

- F*** you.

- You gotta clean up your speakin' style.

Jesus Christ, Bobby. You had to go

and hitch your wagon to him?

What the f*** did you do that for,

Bobby? Why, man? Why?

What did I keep tellin' you back in Nam?

I said you're the best point man

I ever saw, but stick to that.

Don't do nothin' else.

You leave the formations to me.

But look at him.

There ain't nothin' inside.

And what'll you do

when the sh*t hits the fan?

When he starts stealin' money

or dickin' some jailbait.

CARPENTER:
I'm proud to sign your Bible.

This is our cement!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

This is the only constitution

we'll ever need.

All right!

God, look at him.

He's gonna ruin everything for us.

Do you think I'd ever let him do that?

(SPEECH CONTINUES)

I ain't never gonna let nobody do that.

You hear me, point? You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you, Bobby. I hear you.

Hey, I'm the best point man

you ever saw, right?

The war's over now, isn't it, Gary?

- The f*** it is, Bobby.

- The f*** it is.

I know what I'm doin'. I always did

set up a hell of a formation, didn't I?

Yeah, you always did, Bobby.

That's why you should be

head of the whole damn thing.

Carpenter is a straw man. He's not

into murder. He's into upward mobility.

Gary's right.

You're talking New York, LA, Chicago,

San Francisco, Miami and Atlanta?

Three days after the hit.

That's all I heard.

Hit? Hit who? Hit what?

What the hell's goin' on, huh?

Hits, mortars, submachine guns, enough

of 'em to outfit a goddamn division.

And still nothing about Kraus?

What do you want me to do?

Walk up and ask him if he killed Kraus?

Nobody wants you to do that.

Hell, yes, they killed Kraus.

That's how we get 'em.

The rest is chickenshit. They'll be off

in a year with good behaviour.

- Wes knows.

- Wes knows what?

- About me.

- He can't. How could he know?

Michael, he knows! He's been all over me.

He's a nutcake. It's probably

his way of showing affection.

Here. I found these.

They belong to his gun.

Nine millimetre. Mac-10.

- She's got to prove herself to them.

- She has. They trust her.

- Whaddaya want me to do, kill someone?

- Hope you won't have to.

I didn't join up to kill anyone.

Michael, you promised me

that I wouldn't get dirty.

You were using me. You're still using me.

You're lettin' me use you.

SANDERS:
Everybody uses everybody, girl.

It's just a matter of what

you're being used for.

What it is... is the only important thing.

Michael, they could be anywhere.

We'll find you a safe home, house,

place, whatever. You'll be all right.

RACHEL:
Katie's here! Katie's back!

- Where you been all day?

- I went to the mall.

All day?

I don't have to tell

you how long I'll be gone.

- Hey, kids, go get some napkins.

- I'll get the beer.

- You quit crowdin' me.

- You're a f***in' wildcat, aren't you?

What were you doin' at the mall all day?

Shoppin'.

Yeah? Anything for me?

Maybe. Maybe it's a surprise.

- Let me see.

- Look what you did.

- What?

- You put the forks in the wrong place.

Daddy, the forks go on the left side.

What are you doin'?

Where's my surprise?

Just a minute.

COMPUTER VOICE:
Liaison completed.

Assignments completed.

Liaison completed.

Ta-dah

You don't have to dress

like a ten-dollar whore for me.

You look like a whore.

I'm not a whore.

Then why do you dress like one?

(KATIE SOBS)

Katie, I'm sorry.

It's just that I got

a lot of pressure on me.

I got a real big job to do next week.

We'll park the van here on Madison Street.

- What about the others?

- We'll meet them at Navy Pier.

And they'll be ready. We go in like

Wild Bill Hickok and stick 'em up.

And maybe we ain't gonna

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