Bloodrunners Page #5

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I didn't tell anyone else.

I'd lose my job if I did,

i swear.

Ok, it's okay. I believe you

but it doesn't matter.

They think you were in on it.

You got to get out of here

before anyone sees you.

Anna, baby, I've been thinking.

Running around like a fugitive

all day made me think,

a lot,

about everything,

about us, our future.

What are you saying?

I want to marry you.

Always have.

But times have turned

and we got to do it now.

I want you to come away with me,

away from this town,

a new life just for us.

I can't.

My mama...

It's not forever.

We run away now,

get married,

and come back

when thing cool down.

I promise.

But how, how can we live?

I got that figured out.

The club.

Victor keeps his secret stash

of money in his office.

I spied him hiding it once.

But now the club is empty.

It's easy peasy.

There's got to be 1000 dollars

in that box.

The police are looking for you.

By now, everyone in town

knows what happened.

How can we even get

there without getting caught.

We just stay off the roads.

Please.

We got to go right now.

Jesus.

Willie, like this?

I need my things.

Don't worry about that.

We'll buy you all new things.

Trust me.

Please.

I do.

You know Victor?

We smash down your door,

bust up all your booze,

drag you in here

and you haven't even asked me

what this is all about.

I can only assume

you're not satisfied

with our current arrangement.

Arrangement?

I send three of my men

to collect a little luxury tax

and the next thing I know,

they're all dead.

I wouldn't know the first thing

about killing anyone, Mr. ...

Chief of police farley.

You murdered three cops,

you foppy little weasel.

I'm going to have

a front row seat

when they strap you

to the chair.

Oh, I know this game.

And then I say,

"i can assure you, chief farley,

I murdered no one.

I was at the club all night

and there are

scores of witnesses

who will attest to just that."

You really think that matters?

You silk-suited smart guys

really crack me up.

You got the master plan all

figured out, huh?

Your men killed three cops

and skipped the scene

but you left a living witness,

genius.

A cop.

He saw the whole thing.

Now, start talking!

Chief farley,

in the...

Breast pocket of my silk vest

you'll find a business card

and on it

you'll be able

to read quite clearly

the name and number

to my attorney.

Would you be so kind

as to phone him for me?

You little sh*t.

That's okay.

I got everything I need to burn

your sorry ass.

You just sit in here

and think about that.

On the gate!

Thank you so much,

chief farley!

Goddammit.

What are you complaining

about now?

I'm out of cigarettes.

Give me your keys,

I'm going to go get some more.

You're not taking

my car anywhere.

This is bullshit.

What am I supposed to do?

Loaf around here

for days on end?

I should be off at the station

with the guys.

The guys can't use you

in the condition

you're in right now.

You need to relax.

Give me your f***ing keys.

You need to rest.

Ok?

The chief will call you

when he wants your help.

I'll take you home.

You relax there.

When he needs you,

he'll come get you, alright?

Ok.

Ok.

I think I'm losing my mind.

You lost that years ago.

No, I'm serious.

What I saw, who I saw,

forget it.

It's okay.

You can talk to me.

Last night, I saw a man.

I don't know

how I missed it before

but I got a good look

at him through my scope

just before sh*t hit the fan.

What about him?

I know him.

I knew him from the war.

You knew I was a snipper, right?

Yes, it was a rotten war,

you did rotten things.

We talked about all this before.

Yes, but there was one thing

i did that I never told you.

Something awful.

See...

Sometimes they'd negotiate

a truce

for the purpose

of retrieving the casualties.

We'd send our medics and

stretcher bearers

into no man's land

to treat the wounded.

But I never trusted the jerries.

I watched

their medics like a hawk,

making sure their stretchers

weren't hiding guns

or any other surprises.

But there was this one medic.

He was alone.

Just him with the wounded,

it didn't make sense.

Then suddenly

he looked at me

through the scope.

I mean right at me.

So I shot him straight

through the head.

I don't know why I did it.

It didn't make any sense.

He was a medic.

Then all hell broke loose and

everybody started shooting.

It was a disaster.

A lot of good men died

because of me.

Thinking back, I...

Can't get my head around it.

I don't know what came over me.

Last night,

this guy in my scope...

It was that medic.

-That's impossible.

-I know!

But it certainly looked

like him.

It reminded me

of memories long buried.

Or rather drowned.

This has been

my best friend ever since.

You know what's funny?

Today is the longest stretch

that I've been sober

for a while.

Well, it's been a sobering day

for all of us.

And I've been thinking a bit,

myself.

But...

I don't want to add

to your condition.

Um...

Here.

Take this,

i want you to have it.

It's always given me strength.

Your rosary.

I'm not what you'd call

a model catholic anymore.

-I can't take this.

-It's-- I'm loaning it to you.

Maybe instead of reaching

for the booze, try your faith.

We've been together a long time,

Jack, and I just...

I can't stand to see you

like this.

Rosey, come on now.

Hey!

That's not the girl I know.

The rosey I know would beat

the sh*t out of four sailors

with a frying pan.

They were marines.

Marines, sailors.

The frying pan part was right,

though, right?

Yeah, your brain

isn't complete mush.

Yet.

After today, I'm not so sure.

Golly.

Wait!

For what?

Something's not right.

Of course it's not right,

everything's busted to sh*t.

No, that's not what I meant.

Come on,

we'll get the money

and we'll be out

of here lickety-split.

Ok?

Be careful.

Keep an eye out.

Hurry back.

Hello, William.

Mr. Chester.

Mr. Chester...

Hold your tongue.

It may be the only thing

that saves you.

She's a pure one.

Well that is unexpected.

Willie?

It's okay.

I got this, baby.

Nice. Where's Victor?

I'm not sure.

Willie, you know

what I value more than anything?

-Mr. Chester--

-loyalty, William, loyalty.

It has been the key

to my survival

for all these years.

I'm loyal, Mr. Chester.

I swear. I'm just--

I am not going to make

the same mistake

that my master did.

See these scars?

My master told me I was special.

He trusted me.

He confided in me.

He made me what I am today.

Then one day

at the crack of dawn,

I drove a steak

through his motherfucking heart.

That was 137 years ago.

March to be exact.

So if you're thinking about

double crossing me,

I will split your wrists

and turn your little Anna

into my concubine.

Willie!

Loyalty, William.

Loyalty.

You're going

to do exactly as I say.

What's that all about?

Are you open for business?

Oh, George?

He's one of the regulars.

Three cops just died.

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