Bloodrunners Page #2

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Inaugurate,

initiate, intimidate.

I do it all.

She'll do.

Oh, look what the cat

dragged in.

I was wondering when you'd show.

All things come

to she who waits.

It's 2 A.M.

Then it's early, no?

What are you, a lawyer now?

Details.

Who's the rockefeller?

I don't recognize the car.

Now, don't go shaking down

my customers too.

Don't worry rosey,

we are off duty

and Jack here

is already half plastered.

Half!

Gonna have to do something

about that.

Hey, doll face.

You got time

for a public servant?

I don't know, copper.

I'm a busy gal.

My dance card's pretty full.

Aw, that's a shame.

Because Lily's are

my favorite flower.

I have an opening after all.

You know your boy Sam

is becoming a regular fixture

around here.

Is he any different

from me when I was young?

Oh, you remember!

I'm impressed.

Thought all that booze rotted

your memory.

Only the bad memories.

-I thought they were all bad.

-Oh no.

Not the old days.

I even remember when you used to

call me "dusk till dawn".

Yep.

"Dusk till dawn".

You paid for half this place.

Who needs a mortgage

when you have a horny Irish boy.

Those were the days.

I sense notes of almond,

something fruity.

Apples, no, no, pear.

Shouldn't we just taste it?

The aroma is just as important

as the taste.

If not, more so.

It creates an anticipation

for what will follow.

So it's an art.

Just like music.

It's what keeps me going.

Oh!

Tempting.

Tempting it is.

But this is just the beginning.

What's the worse

that can happen?

I end up in a whore house?

Don't make this about me,

this is about you running off

with that boy

in the middle of the night.

Willy's not some boy

and if you just listen to me

once in a while,

you'd know that.

You don't go running off

in the middle of the night

without telling me.

Don't walk out on me.

We are not finished here, Anna!

Coffee?

Get back in here right now!

Why?

So you can give me the whole

"boys are only

after one thing" speech?

Well, it's true!

Willie's not like that,

we love each other.

He's the one,

you just hate all men.

I just want what's best for you.

Like what? Joining a convent?

Is that it?

I'm 17.

I'm not as innocent

as you thing.

That's what worries me.

You have your whole

life ahead of you.

I don't want to see you make

the same mistake I made.

You mean me?

Just say it again.

Getting pregnant with me was the

biggest mistake of your life.

Well, I'm sorry

but I'm nothing like you.

Oh god, honey,

that is not what I meant at all.

You're my baby.

It's just that, well...

Willy is a good boy.

You're both just so young still.

But I love him, mama.

It's okay.

Look, I'm sorry.

Love is a good thing.

It's all we really have.

Come have some breakfast.

-Coffee?

-Yes, please.

Here, take mine.

And winegard's delivery truck

was blocking the entrance

to the fire station, again.

That's the third time I've had

the fire chief up my ass.

That old fire chief don't bring

beer.

I mean, if that crowd keep

brining cold beer with his ice,

I don't have problems with his

parking habits. Right fellas?

Officer danoff,

alcohol is illegal.

-You know that.

-Yeah, well--

tell you what, why don't

you do the morning briefing.

How about I tell winegard to

stop blocking the fire station.

Too late.

Monday, we had a report

from the widow McFadden...

We had the Canadians

in town last night.

You finally get your way.

That new dress.

It wasn't for my wife.

To each his own.

I don't judge.

Leave morality to the fools

and martyrs.

Neither of which am I.

And no one could

ever accuse you of that, Jack.

Malone, keep it down back there.

What about Sam?

He was talking.

But you're the one

with a big mouth.

Touch.

Both of you, in my office, now!

Should I stop or...

No, no! Great work, danoff.

Ok.

So, I see it's payday

in beautiful south Hampton.

How are things

in the hinterlands?

Are the natives

getting restless?

Some always squeak,

but everybody's paying

the freight.

The haze boys

are starting to get hanky

but that's to be expected.

Anyway, they paid.

Well what's going

on at that new place?

-Custer's...

-Ah, chesterfield's.

That's the one.

They got

a little sloppy last night

and I figured

out their game.

At least, I think so.

The front man running the place

is some Nancy boy named Victor.

But everything I saw points

to this band leader, Chester.

Everybody counts house to him.

-A band leader?

-And a colored on at that.

Sh*t, what's this world

coming to?

Hey, cap', it's 1933.

I mean this is Jersey.

We're not in Mississippi.

We got whites hanging out

with coloreds

all over the place now.

Plus, we've got pollocks,

we got spicks,

we got chinks,

we got mixed.

Yeah,

it's a regular melting pot.

We get it.

Chief, with all

the comings and goings,

I think this club

is a lot bigger than it looks.

Chinks too? In our town?

Not exactly chinks,

i just use them as an example.

I was being literatival.

Chief!

Hold your horses.

"Literatival"?

That's not a word.

Yes it is,

it's the plural form of literal.

Use it in a sentence.

I was just being "literatival"

with the captain.

You're an idiot.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

You the one who found the body?

Yep, I was tracking a 6-point

buck when I came across her.

-Her body.

-Where is she?

Just up there,

your men are almost at her.

Yep, they found her.

You sure this wasn't

a hunting accident?

You can save yourself a lot of

grief if you just 'fess up now.

No, I told you,

it was some kind of animal.

Or you had a little too much

moonshine hunting buck,

saw something through the trees,

took the wrong shot...

I'll swear on the holy Bible.

We'll see about that.

What the hell was a girl doing

in the woods in the first place?

There's trails all through

these woods.

If she ain't got a car,

it's the fastest way on food.

Like I said,

you sure there isn't something

you want to tell me?

You go take a look at her and

then call me a liar.

Hey, Jack!

What's the matter?

Did you get him?

Don't!

Get down!

He was out last night,

cattin' around.

Seems like her family's farm was

just over that hill.

Her brother's just confirmed.

Aw crap.

-Is it true? Let me see her!

-No, no!

No, ned, it's not a good idea.

Lola?

No, Lola! Oh god, no!

Shame with whom the king

had committed fornication.

And with whom

the inhabitants of the earth

have been made drunk

with the wine of fornication.

Oh, what the hell.

With a golden cup in her hand,

filled with abomination

and the filthiness of her sins,

and upon her...

Alright preacher, that's enough.

...lies the mother of harlots

and abominations of the earth!

-Gun!

-Hands in the air!

-...saying what you mean.

-Keep 'em up!

Watch him.

I will show unto you the

judgement of the great whore!

He did it! He killed her.

I'm going to kill him.

Whoa! Calm down.

Death to the whore who sleeps

with the devil.

Get that nutbag the hell out

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