Bloodrunners Page #4

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Where are they getting

the booze?

Who have you seen?

I don't know,

lots of people.

I'm not your spy,

keep me out of it.

That's alright,

have a seat, have a seat.

Alright, get up.

Nah, hit him again.

Stop!

Alright.

Now you're coming

to your senses.

Are they running hooch

or making it?

I don't know!

I've seen them loading their

truck before.

But I keep out of it.

-Hit him again.

-Stop!

I saw it.

I saw it once on the road.

After I brought Anna home.

They were coming back

from a delivery.

From the south.

I think.

Rosey's is south of town.

Is there a shipment tonight?

How the hell would I know?

Come on guys!

I really like this job.

Don't blow it for me.

Alright, relax.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Look how good you did.

Just remember,

you keep your eyes open.

You keep your mouth shut.

Like I said,

I keep out of it.

Well, partner,

if they're headed south,

that means that they got

to take the millroad

in order to get to the highway.

I was thinking the same thing.

But let's get the fellas

in on this.

Full setup.

You got it, boss.

Badges and blues.

I only see apples in here.

Are we out of biscuits?

It's not a goddammed picnic.

Just eat whatever's left.

Well, I'm still hungry.

-Then have an apple.

-I don't want an apple.

Then you're not hungry.

Jesus!

You know, I don't think

these goons are gonna show.

I mean, are you sure they're

supposed to pass this way?

No.

No, I'm not sure.

They are bootleggers running

illegal hooch at night.

Alright? They're either

being really careful

or there's a possibility

that maybe--

-oh, Sam.

-Alright.

Listen,

Jack's got us covered

but under no circumstances

give away his position, okay?

-You got it?

-Got it.

You got it?

You got it, genius?

Got it, got it.

Alright, come on.

Try and stay sharp here.

-Okay.

-Alright.

What gives, flat foot?

I'm going to need you to ask

the driver to kill that engine

and step out of the truck,

please.

What the hell is this?

We just paid you parasites.

I thought we were square.

Oh is that...

You thought that did you, yeah?

Well, then you should know

that bootlegging

wasn't part of the deal.

Kill the engine and step out

of the truck, please.

Slowly,

keep your paws

where I can see them.

That's better.

Oh sh*t.

Now, listen, fellas,

class is in session.

Have you two ever heard

about this thing

called the volstead act?

This is horse sh*t.

You have no idea

who you're dealing with.

Oh, hey buddy.

How's the jaw?

Sorry about that.

My knuckle still tastes good.

-In the truck!

-Oh!

There's somebody in the back.

I saw him!

Go check it out.

Hey!

Good job, fellas.

Now stop f***ing around

and just cuff 'em.

See Sam, I told you.

I saw that little twerp sneaking

around back there.

Hey, bring him around.

Alright?

Yeah, nice try buddy.

Hey!

Don't even think about it.

Or you'll do what?

Don't try me.

Hey, how about we throw down

to see who's the better man.

I'm not going to warn you again!

Just calm down.

It doesn't need to be this way.

I'm done playing games.

What the hell?

I checked the truck.

The truck?

For more men!

Are we clear?

Clear!

Clear.

Ah, pay day!

What is it?

It-it's blood.

Blood?

What are you talking about?

Was there somebody

in the truck?

No, it's just bottles.

That's ridiculous.

It's probably just a rotten

batch of moonshine.

It's blood, I tell you!

Why would they be

bootlegging blood?

Isn't it obvious?

Take it slow.

Savor every note running down

your throat.

Enjoy every drop

from the cup, my pet.

Rosey,

how did I get here?

The haze brothers,

they found you.

Sam?

I gotta tell the chief.

I know all about it.

Ah, chief.

I was providing cover

from the hill

but my rifle jammed.

I ran in with my 45s.

Easy, Jack.

-You've been out a while.

-How long?

I've been at the crime scene

all morning.

What a goddammed mess!

What about the guys?

Sam, Adam, and bill are dead.

Killed the same way

as Lola Hayes.

Her brothers are out for blood.

They're convinced it's

the same guys who did in Lola.

Like I said,

it's a goddammed mess.

It's chesterfield's,

that new club.

We got a tip last night

that they were running booze.

Sam and I thought

it was a good--

goddammit, Sam.

Focus, Jack!

Did you say

they were from chesterfield's?

Three men.

But there was a gunfight.

Sam got one of them.

I took out the other one.

Three? There was

enough blood for 10 men.

Ten? No.

Well, they're gone now.

Just tire tracks.

They must have taken

their dead with them.

Chesterfield's.

They must have gone back there.

We shook down that kid.

Willie cranston.

Out back of the club.

He was the one who tipped us off

to the shipment.

That little sh*t,

he sold us out!

That's not true.

You're a liar!

Anna, now's not the time!

You're gonna believe him

of all people?

Goddammit...

I say we go find

that Willie kid,

beat the truth out of him.

Calm down!

We already have

a suspect in custody

for your sister's murder.

Well, it's all connected,

I'm telling you!

Just stick to running 'shine

and leave the police work to me.

We got to get to chesterfield's.

You're not going anywhere!

Don't worry, Jack.

We got this.

You and your brother

want some payback?

Will you stop

that infernal caterwauling?

Aw, come on, Mr. renfield.

You said I could practice

after we closed the joint.

Yes, but at the moment,

your assault on my ears

is more than I can bear.

Where did you find that crate?

Behind the stage

under some drapes.

I thought you wanted me

to bring out the booze.

It's not booze, it...

Never mind what it is.

Just put it back

where you found it.

I'll deal with the blood-sucking

thieves myself.

-Mr. renfield?

-Yes, Rita?

Can I sing now?

No, you cannot sing.

And when I say you cannot sing,

I do not mean you cannot sing

now or later.

I mean you cannot sing at all.

You tone-deaf little strumpet.

Your talents

would better serve you

laying on your back

in a cat house.

Not prancing about on my stage.

Oh...

Rita, darling,

suck it up.

Or I'll find myself

another cigarette girl.

Little trollop.

This is a raid.

Rita? Get the hell out of here

before I tell your mother who

you've really been working for.

-What?

-Go!

Was it really necessary

to smash the front door in?

Shut up.

Fine.

Then I demand

to see a search warrant.

I said, "shut up!"

You pissed in my sandbox,

pinky ring.

And now you're going to pay.

What do we do?

Smash it all.

Stupid Jack.

He doesn't know

what he's talking about.

Anna!

What are you doing here?

The police are looking for you.

I know, they busted up the club.

I thought they were

paying off the cops.

Jack said that men

from your club

came by last night

and ambushed them.

They're blaming you.

Me?

They think you set them up.

Oh, sh*t.

Did you?

What? No!

Were you there?

Did you see?

Jack and Sam came to the club

last night and they squeezed me.

So, I told them what they

wanted. That's it.

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