Blind Fury Page #3

- Black, black.

- Double zero.

- No more bets.

Yeah!

All right, I'm natural.

- Good evening, Mr MacCready.

- Hi, Joey.

Anyway, after I've cleared that up, I'm off

to see our production at the ski lodge.

Bring up that stuff when it's ready.

What about Deveraux? Keep him working?

I don't think he'll play along much longer

unless we show him real proof...

- that we got his kid.

- Slag never f***ed up before.

He'll turn up.

Besides, by midnight...

Deveraux will have made enough drugs

to do the deal.

And this'll give me the cash I need

to get my ass off the auction block.

And the time to find a chemist

with a better attitude.

Like they say, Mr Cobb...

the desert's filled with people

that had bad attitudes.

Have them send me up some roast chicken

and chocolate pudding.

No one else to the penthouse.

We have a winner.

We have a winner in round one...

of Cobb-MacCready's

Silver State Million Dollar Slot Playoff.

$20 on red.

Red! Red! Red! Red!

Come on, red.

Yeah! Yeah! You got that!

One, red.

- Did I win again?

- Yeah, it's red.

Good.

- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

- Take those.

- Thanks.

There you go.

Bets down.

Twenty-six, black.

Hard luck, fellow.

Luck.

See, everybody. Look at that!

Look at that!

You fat pig!

Look at this!

There he goes!

Scram.

- Out of my way, boy.

- The door's closing, man. Hurry up.

- Damn.

- Shoot.

He's heading up, man.

Go! We got him.

The blind guy's coming up the elevator.

Great. Who pushed basement?

- Hold it right there.

- Freeze.

Guys, I'm here for Frank Deveraux.

Says who?

Says I.

- Come on. Come on. Come on.

- He's dead. He is dead.

Damn!

Sh*t.

F***.

- Sh*t, f***.

- Sh*t, f***.

Well, well.

If it ain't the walking chop-o-matic.

Where is Frank Deveraux?

F.O., Errol Flynn.

Do you know what that means?

F*** off!

I also do circumcision.

He's across the hall. Across the hall.

I suggest aspirin for that headache.

What headache?

Frankie.

Frank?

Just a second, I gotta test this stuff.

If it's too hot, it'll kill somebody.

Frankie.

Hi, buddy.

Nick?

Nick Parker?

Yes.

My God.

- Nick.

- What?

Nick, you're alive.

Yeah. And I'd like to keep it that way.

There are a lot of pissed-off guys after me.

I guess we changed, huh?

Nick?

Come on.

Your son's waiting. Come on.

Nick, wait. Wait.

Come on!

Oh, yes.

Let's go.

Where is he?

I'm gonna put that blind man

in a wheelchair.

- The door.

- What?

Hold it.

Nick?

Well?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Now, reverse direction.

Colleen?

Are you in here?

Colleen?

Colleen, what's wrong?

Billy! Billy!

Nick! Find...

Frank, stay here.

They've got him, don't they? Don't they?

Yes.

- Hello?

- Mr Deveraux? That's you?

Yeah, MacCready, it's me.

Mr Deveraux, you've really chapped my ass

and I've had just about enough.

- Where's my son?

- He's here.

He's fine.

So's the girl.

Now, if you wanna keep them that way,

well, you know, you just...

- I wanna talk to my son!

- Shut up, boy!

I'll cut both their jugular veins!

- How'd that be, huh?

- No.

You know Winterhaven?

What?

Winterhaven. The ski resort.

Donner Pass. Route 89.

- Yeah.

- Just get up here...

with the stuff at dawn.

It's on the way.

If you like this stuff...

believe me, you will...

maybe we can set up a regular pipeline.

Maybe.

Yeah. Maybe, yeah.

Gasoline mixed with detergent.

Bathtub napalm.

Guaranteed to get out the spots.

Damn it. It's okay, I got it. I got it.

Man, oh, man, Nicky.

All those years, man,

I thought you were dead...

and it was my fault.

I tried to...

I just couldn't.

Frank, my life changed...

but it didn't stop.

But still, part of me was missing.

I don't know.

Like there were two Nicks.

One before and one after that day.

I wanted to be...

home.

To come home.

It's funny.

I knew I had to find you so I could say:

"Hey, I forgive you. Move on."

But you know, it wasn't just for you...

it was for me, too.

Yeah.

Goddamn, that thing's got more holes

than my daddy's rubber.

I didn't know Daddy wore a rubber.

Damn!

Come on!

- Move over, will you?

- Jesus.

- Where is the kid?

- In the man's suite.

He's in the man's suite.

Kill him!

- Come on, shoot him!

- Okay!

No.

Come on.

- Nice shooting, Tector.

- Hey, now. Come on, brother Lyle.

Frank, behind you.

Frank!

Sh*t! Where is he?

Stop! Stop that firing!

Do you see him?

I can't see a thing.

That's where I live.

Here, you sons of b*tches!

Just wait a minute.

We cut a deal.

If you ever get that stuff away

from the blind man...

find yourself another buyer.

You're fixing to make a grievous error,

sonny boy.

Do it.

Fire in the hole.

- Knock, knock.

- Well, well, well. Mr Blind Man.

You're positively

an incredible human being.

You're a walking advertisement

for hiring the handicapped.

No.

Why don't you drop the cane

before you cut yourself?

Before I put this boy's brains

in that lady's lap.

Drop it!

Now we can do some business.

That's right.

Now, just put that over here on the table.

Open it.

Mr Parker, there's someone

I'd like you to meet.

Nice guy, I hope.

Everybody's trying to kill me lately.

- Nick, he's trying...

- Frank, shut up.

Relax, boy.

I paid a lot of money to see this.

Japanese, huh?

Not bad for a blind man.

Uncle Nick!

Unreasonable men make life so difficult.

Yeah. I told you that that butter knife

wouldn't stop no bullet.

Uncle Nick, catch!

...a great Italian place in North Beach

called Little Joe's.

Rain or shine there's always a line.

What do you want to see first

when we get there, buddy?

- Alcatraz.

- Alcatraz?

Hey, honey, what do you say we look for

someplace with a great big old backyard?

There you go, Bill. You give him the tickets.

- Going all the way?

- Yep. To San Francisco.

- Great.

- All the way to Alcatraz.

- Have a good trip.

- Thank you.

Trans Continental bus number 14

now boarding at kerb side...

for Truckee, Tahoe City, Auburn,

Carmichael, Sacramento, Napa Valley...

Uncle Nick, wait up!

Where're you going? We're about to leave.

Bill. You go ahead.

You're coming with.

Go back to your dad.

But I need you.

Listen...

I'm very, very fond of you...

but you gotta do me one favour.

Go back to your dad.

Now, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You'll miss the bus.

Uncle Nick!

Uncle Nick!

I need you.

Uncle Nick...

I hate you!

I hate you.

I hate you.

Uncle Nick...

I'm gonna miss you.

Billy?

Hi, Dad.

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