Bloodrunners Page #3

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of here.

Violet, I was wondering

where you were hiding.

Piss off, I'm not hiding.

Well, it's washday and you know

how grumpy mama gets

when she sees

you gals lazing around.

She made plenty of green off

my back last night.

She has no reason to be upset.

Ah!

God dammit!

What did you do that for?

It's the middle of the afternoon

for Pete's sake.

Rise and shine.

Ugh! You little b*tch.

No need to be sore, vi'.

Man, what's with

this place today?

Everybody's so tight.

You're mom's hounding me.

Now you and v.

-Give me your shirt.

-What?

You want me to wash it

or you want to go

to your new job

looking like a hobo?

Yes, ma'am.

But, uh, my hands are dirty so

you may have to help me.

Your mind is dirty.

No, ma'am, I wouldn't dare...

-Not until we're married.

-Mhm.

You play all innocent,

but I know what's

on a man's mind.

I was raised

in a cathouse after all.

Why you gotta act

like such a nun?

Because I know

it drives you crazy.

You little minx.

Anna!

The washtub's ready.

Hurry up with the rest

of the sheets!

Dang it, give me your shirt.

You should proclaim

your judgement,

so shall ye be judged.

Hot damn.

You're not kidding.

That's fascinating, really.

Now, you can go on all you want

about the beast

and what an expert you

are on the subject of hell.

But I got news for you.

Hey, stay with me.

I know all about it.

I spent 18 months there.

Now, help yourself and talk

to me because if you don't,

the only thing

i can guarantee you

is a one way trip

to the chair.

So...

What were you doing

in the woods...

-Praying.

-Praying for what?

-Forgiveness?

-Salvation, for the whore.

That she might

not be cast into perdition.

Jesus, Jack, can't you see he's

off his rocker?

That whore?

Lola Hayes?

She was just a party girl.

You sick little twitch.

She was an agent of beast

hunted down by wolves.

Jesus, what the hell is he

talking about, Jack?

Oh, but it was too late.

And he knew, he knows!

Enough Luther,

enough of your bullshit.

Talk!

Stop!

Goddammit.

Jack, give it a rest.

Keep an eye on him.

I don't want him

killing himself.

I got it, chief.

I send you out as lambs

among the wolves.

Did he break?

Nothing but more hellfire

and a lofty sermon

on the evil that is

south Hampton, the prick.

Evil. He's the one

with blood on his hands.

No, we still

don't have any proof.

Believe me, chief.

By the time

I'm done with him,

he'll confess

to the lynburg kidnapping.

The haste family's trash,

always has been.

And that Lola?

But nobody deserves

to die like that.

Jack, I think you need

to calm down a bit.

I don't need a dead suspect.

That would be bad for everyone.

Hey, why don't we just grab

a beer at Ruben's?

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you clean up,

put on some civies,

and shake down that new

joint you've been chasing.

-Chesterfield's?

-Yeah, that's the one.

Shake the money tree.

My pleasure.

Hey guys, uh,

we haven't opened yet.

Say, aren't you that, uh...

Kid that does odd jobs

for rosey?

Willy, right?

-What gives?

-That's right!

A real hard worker, this one.

Especially

around rosey's daughter.

A regular Romeo!

Say no more.

Young love.

It's just such

a magical thing, isn't it?

What do you want?

Why don't we take it inside.

Can I help you guys

find a seat?

No.

We're not here to sit.

Come on guys,

i just got this job.

-Don't make me--

-make you do what?

Good evening, officers.

Not every day

the cops come calling.

Willy, go help Harry out

by the stage.

It's a good kid.

Hard worker.

Much like myself

when I was younger.

But I'm sure you guys

didn't come here

to talk about Willie.

And I'm impressed.

Impressed?

Yeah, with your shake down.

I mean...

Most small time cops

will come up

in the joint with axes,

tear it up.

Ruin the product,

shake up my customers...

But you fellas,

use a smooth approach,

that's clever.

I've got an axe in the car

if you want to go that way.

That won't be necessary.

Follow me.

Victor,

I've got a couple

of buttons here to see you.

What a pleasant surprise!

Do come in.

Do you care for a glass?

No, thank you.

How about you?

Chester tells me

you're a regular.

That you've taken

a keen interest

in our little club,

coming in every night

for the past two weeks,

keeping a close eye

on everyone and everything.

Is that it?

Oh, and that you have

a pension for fine wine.

Not something I would expect

from a ruffian such as yourself.

And I wouldn't expect

the colored band leader

to be ordering the muscles

around by you

boot-licking Nancy boys

huddle in this office.

-Excuse me?

-Shut up.

So what do you want, exactly?

For you to lay your cards

on the table.

I really don't care who runs

this little bohemian lovefest.

Okay, let's be honest.

It's 1933.

People still get tight

when they see a n*gger

running things.

You just figured

that it's better for me

to keep a low profile,

the less black the more green.

Fair enough.

You wanna pose

this clown as the boss

when we know you're the one

-in charge...

-Badge or no badge,

I would advise you

to show some respect!

I think this pig needs a lesson

in some manners.

Don't interrupt, boy!

Men are speaking.

Now, look at what you did.

You got Sam all upset

and that almost never happens.

Everything okay in here, boss?

I still got the axe in the car.

Okay, everybody.

Everybody, cool down.

There's more

than enough to go around.

This is still a business

transaction, am I right?

That's right!

I'm sorry, fellas.

We just got off

from the wrong foot.

Listen, big shot.

There's only one rule

in south Hampton,

everybody pays.

How would you pull in here

a night, a couple of g's?

I'm sorry,

did I say something funny?

No, not at all.

Don't mind me.

Do you want your money or not?

Yeah.

But do it slowly.

Take it easy, officer.

Victor's harmless.

You know what?

What are they

just gonna call this?

Back taxes.

We square?

From now.

I'll run it up the flagpole.

See what the chief says.

Come on, Sam.

Welcome to south Hampton.

How rude.

That was too easy.

That was too easy.

I was thinking the same thing.

Hello, again.

You guys gotta do

this right here?

I'll lose my job.

We've just got some more

questions.

What about?

Chester?

-No, he was very helpful.

-Too helpful.

What?

They just paid.

No guff.

I didn't throw a single punch.

I only threw one.

Isn't that a good thing?

Well...

You see, when a fella's willing

to show you

all the cards in his hand,

it usually means he has a few

up his sleeve.

What's up your sleeve, Willie?

Nothing.

Nothing!

I'm not important enough.

I'm taking out the trash,

for Pete's sake.

Look,

we're not stupid.

We know there's something going

on here that's a lot bigger

than some gin joint

selling hootch.

And even if

you are just a busboy,

you've still got eyes.

I bus the tables,

i take out the trash.

What the hell?

You're here every day.

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