Blood Punch Page #2

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It has to be tomorrow Milton...

The buyer's already lined up.

Skyler I've got four more month in here

and you think you can come in and...

Russell is breaking us

out of here! Tonight.

Us?

Me and the cook, the best cook I can find.

If that's you I need to know now.

It's ok, it's just the storm.

No...

It's not, it's Russell.

He's already here.

Well, where are you going?

I have to make sure he

doesn't kill anybody.

911, What is your emergency?

911, What is your emergency?

911, What is your emergency?

Freeze, motherf***er!

Drop the weapon.

No, it's just a flashlight...

Then drop the f***ing

flashlight, motherf***er!

Hands, motherf***er!

Let me see those hands!

Look it's ok there's no reason to...

To what?

Blow your f***ing head off?

I don't need a reason.

All I need is a f***ing gun!

Russell?

Russell, no! No! This is him!

This is our guy! This is Milton.

You...

You're our cook?

Well, damn.

In that case Milton it's

a real pleasure to meet ya.

Welcome aboard.

Uh... Skyler never said

anything about you being a cop.

Well, that's cause I'm not. Not anymore...

I just f***ing quit.

Hey Milton, look... I mean...

I'm sorry about sticking a gun

in your face back there, huh?

No hard feelings, right?

- Hey, forget it.

- No man sincerely...

I apologize... I mean I

had no idea who you were.

Right? Tell him, baby.

He had no idea who you were.

It's ok.

No man, it's not ok. You know

we're partners now, right?

And as your partner, I'm

gonna insist on providing you

with an opportunity to

make us all f***ing rich.

Sure, sounds good.

Really?

I mean, you don't sound so sure...

like you wanna get f***ing rich.

Does he baby?

You don't sound so sure that

you wanna get f***ing rich.

No... hell yeah, I'm sure!

It's the reason I'm here.

But it wasn't the reason, was it?

No... wasn't the money.

There was something else

pulling us up that mountain.

Something stronger.

And let's just take a moment...

to be completely honest

with each other here.

We knew we were headed for trouble.

We didn't know exactly how much and

we didn't know exactly what kind...

but we knew it was coming.

What we didn't know...

was the answer to the only

question that really mattered.

The question that I'm

here to answer for you.

Was... she... worth it?

Well, kids...

We're home.

And uh... you have a buyer lined up,

someone reliable because

your average dealer is not

gonna be able to handle

that kind of weight.

Oh don't you worry about that, partner...

Archer is not your average dealer.

And what about the pseudoephedrine?

Hey. We'll worry about that

tomorrow. Tonight we celebrate.

Right but the pseudo,

I mean, you do have it...

Oh, I've got it, partner...

but here's the thing...

if I tell you where it is

now what's to stop you...

just putting a bullet in me?

Well, I can think of a long

list of things, Russell...

but number one would have

to be the fact that...

I don't even have a f***ing gun.

He doesn't have a gun.

Well, you do now.

You do now...

Cozy place you got here.

Real cozy.

It's a hunting lodge, Milton... and

hunting season is a good four months away.

That's the satellite phone,

the one Archie gave you.

Shut it off.

Baby, you're being paranoid. It's

not even getting a signal up here.

And it stays off until we're ready

to call that little weasel and deal...

otherwise I throw it into

the f***ing fire right now.

Hey, Milton!

Milton, get in here man, get some

of this good stuff up in ya, huh?

There ya go.

Baby, tell him he can have

one of your cigarettes.

You can have one of my cigarettes.

You don't like guns

very much, do you Milton?

Well... I'll tell you, Russell.

I like 'em a whole lot more when

they're not pointed right at me.

See, that's what I thought.

Now me, I f***ing love guns.

I love 'em, I don't give a

f*** who they're pointed at.

But you know what I love

more than guns, Milton?

It's bullets.

I f***ing love bullets.

Do you know why?

Probably because they

fit so well into the guns.

A bullet always tells the truth, Milton.

Isn't that right, baby?

A bullet always tells the truth.

Damn f***ing straight.

That's why whenever I load my gun I

always like to keep one chamber empty.

Then I spin the wheel of fate...

And I never know which

one the empty chamber is.

Nobody does.

Nobody but the bullets.

I see.

Is that something they teach

you at the police academy?

Or... is that your own kind of special...

You f***ed her, didn't you, Milton?

Sorry... didn't I?

Did you?

Did I?

Did you f*** her?

- Milton just...

- Skyler, shut the f*** up.

I didn't ask you a damn thing.

I'm talking to my pal, Milton here.

- Russell, listen.

- No you listen.

I know you f***ed her, Milton.

I know you did.

And that's fine.

I don't have any problem with that.

You don't?

No.

See, Skyler did... what she had to do...

to get you here.

But you know what I can't have?

What I absolutely can not risk

is you falling in love with her.

I just met her.

So...

What the f*** does that prove?

Man... I fell in love with Skyler

the moment I laid eyes on her.

She was the hottest piece of 12

year old ass I had ever f***ing seen.

Weren't you, baby?

I was the hottest piece of

12 year old ass I'd ever seen.

No.

I'm sorry Milton... but

there's too much at stake here.

I'm gonna have to ask

you to prove this to me.

Well, there's no way... I can't

prove that I'm not in love with her.

I think you should try...

Russell, this is crazy. I've never

used one of these things before.

So what? You just pull the f***ing trigger.

I mean, you're not in love with her,

right? This shouldn't be a problem.

Stop f***ing around, Milton,

just do it, get it over with.

Skyler, would you shut

the f*** up over there?

Can't you see Milton is

trying to concentrate?

Ok, see what I'm gonna do... I'm

gonna put one bullet in the chamber

- and then I'm gonna count to five...

- No, Russell... Wait!

Ok, wait! No, wait! Wait! No!

What can I say?

I count pretty f***ing fast.

- Now, I'm gonna count to five again!

- You know what, Russell?

You're way too f***ing stupid

to count to five, so f*** you.

F*** me?

F*** me!

Yeah, f*** you, you shoot me, and you can

f***ing kiss all that meth money goodbye!

You think I won't, motherf***er?

You f***ing think I won't, huh?

Go ahead.

If you two faggots are done

sucking each others' d*cks...

Thanks.

No problem.

No.

Just uh... let me ask you one thing.

Seriously.

What, the f***... what the

f*** is wrong with Russell?

What's wrong with him?

He's a psychopathic maniac.

I told you that right up front, remember?

Yeah, I know you said

that, but you never said...

What kind of psychopathic maniac

were you expecting, Milton?

- The cute and cuddly kind?

- You told me he was dangerous.

I told you he was the devil.

You have to get away from

him, Skyler, you can't stay...

Sure, I'll just go in there

right now and break up with him.

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