Blunt Force Trauma

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Back in the circle! In five...

four...

Three...

two...

One! North wins!

Back in the circle in five...

four...

three...

two...

one!

South wins!

Who the f*** tries to fast draw

with a Desert Eagle, huh?

Just admit you've got a small dick,

save yourself pain and money.

Colt.

- John.

- John.

Kind of ballsy giving him a breath

after that first shot, huh?

He might've knocked one back at you.

He didn't.

You know her?

She picks Zorringer's fights.

Zorringer, huh.

Which one is she looking at?

North.

So, do you know this guy

named Red Dolan?

North fouls! Match to South!

So you know a guy named Red...

F*** me.

I'm not here for you.

You saw me fight.

But I'm not here for you.

What do you want? What do I have to do?

Unbutton your shirt.

Pristine t-zone.

I don't get hit.

You're not ready for Zorringer.

There's only one way to know for sure.

Knowing for sure,

that's everything, isn't it?

I'll be in the Old City next week.

And what will be different in a week?

That's up to you.

Are you pregnant?

Come again?

Red Dolan isn't much to look at.

If you're that intent on finding him,

he must owe you something.

Wow.

Now you know, you didn't look like the kind

of guy who'd say something that stupid.

Every now and then,

I like to expand my horizons.

Well, couple of people

have said you know him?

We liked some

of the same matches for a while.

I don't have a car,

so I kicked him some gas money.

Ever fight him?

I didn't have to...

but he's better than you are.

Could be.

Being that he killed my brother, I don't

think I have a lot of choice in the matter.

Slipped him a Teflon.

Bullet carved straight through the vest

and tore his heart open.

Now Red's an a**hole, but I've never heard

anyone call him a cheater before.

So write down the date.

Happened in Chihuahua last April.

You've been looking for a while.

Yeah. Just missed him

in Quinatana Roo...

right before the Mexicans

decided to shut it down, too.

Took me a while to find out

where everybody went.

Red got beat in Mendoza.

Then he got sulky,

and then he got drunk and boring.

He was in El Valle last week.

Although he's probably gone by now.

So what is this conversation about?

I wouldn't know Red Dolan

to look at him.

Traveling alone and armed

is challenging enough.

Asking questions in strange cities

gets outright treacherous.

I gotta be in the Old City.

Next week, I heard.

So, I'm on your way, right?

Kick me your gas money.

We can pick up a fight or two.

What makes you so sure

we're gonna get along?

Let's see.

I'm polite about my smoking

and open-minded about radio stations.

Hey, look, when the time comes,

all I want you to do is tell me...

that I've found who I'm looking for.

And after that?

After that?

I don't foresee there

being an after that, John.

Yeah.

So, what did you do?

You know, before this.

Waited for someone to invent it.

You ever see Zorringer shoot?

By the time I started, he'd

already stopped showing up.

You have to go to him.

You know anyone who has?

I know people who said

they were going to.

Then they either didn't,

or never came back.

Sh*t. That's got to get in your head.

Got into North's.

Red's not here.

You sure?

Which one of you do you figure

I'd be protecting?

Who do you know?

I don't.

My partner knows Red Dolan.

I was actually hoping

to meet Red myself.

- You're that crazy b*tch.

- What?

He knows you're looking for him.

Cinco! Cuatro!

Tres!

Cinco! Cuatro! Tres!

Dos! Uno!

How about a side bet?

I'm open.

You win, I'll tell you where Red went.

I win, you suck my dick.

Why not?

Closest a guy like you gets to laid,

is the remote possibility, no?

Cinco! Cuatro! Tres!

Dos! Uno!

Ganador la dama con el Smith.

Oh, boy, that was close.

A mental mistake and I would have

shot off all of your possibilities.

You gonna tell me what happened?

When?

When you were clear, and Cyclops

was still looking for his gun.

If I didn't know any better, it looked

like you waited for him to shoot.

I wanted to know what it felt like.

What did it feel like?

Like taking a punch...

something you get back up from.

Can I see it?

Oh, for Christ's sakes,

I'm not gonna compromise you.

I just want to look

at your war wound. Okay?

You know about

blunt force trauma, right?

Yeah, I heard the stories...

broken bones, heart failure.

Vest keeps the bullet

from breaking the skin...

but these waves,

they run through your body.

Shock waves.

Moving everything around.

You said you weren't gonna

compromise me.

Well, it's a lonely lifestyle and...

you're a fit, young man.

Don't read into it.

You know, you drive the way you shoot?

How do you think I shoot?

A lot of anger, no finesse.

Oh... then, yeah.

F***!

Okay, okay, okay, okay, I can lose 'em.

Yeah, but why?

I dunno.

We're in South America

with a carload of guns and money?

Hey, you ever see those car

chases on YouTube?

Um... maybe?

You ever seen anyone get away?

Sh*t.

This car isn't stolen, right?

Not to the best of my knowledge.

Salga del carro. Mantenga

las manos donde pueda verlas.

No hablo Espaol.

Bullshit. Get your ass out.

Okay, okay, okay, officers,

I know that looked really bad, but...

Hands on the hood! Right now! The hood!

Where is your license and registration?

Well, here's the thing...

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

that I have a license, but I lost it,

but, sir, not my driving privileges, right?

Arma!

Hands behind your back! Both of you!

Hands behind your back.

Oh, f*** me.

How well do you know this man?

I picked him up hitchhiking.

But, sir, he's been a perfect gentleman.

A gentleman with guns

and a bulletproof vest.

Are you any good?

Yeah, what are we doing?

He's in.

Yeah... I don't think so.

You say that like you have a choice.

Which one?

Which one?

Okay... this one, then.

This vest took a hit.

So.

Once a vest takes a bullet, it tears,

bends the Kevlar fibers, it's no good.

You better be faster, then.

Probably he's gonna hurt

the f*** out of you.

Probably.

You know what? He's right.

It was a bullshit arrest.

We don't help petty criminals...

they don't f***ing learn anything.

Over time, it starts to...

it starts to wear on your soul.

And this won't?

He gets a chance.

Is something more to this?

Your money gives you freedom.

What could be more than that? Huh?

Cinco.

Cuatro.

Tres.

Dos.

Did you mean my money for my freedom?

Or my money and my freedom?

Damn, you're fast... and accurate.

Good thing.

John?

Yeah.

Are we cop killers?

Just cop wounders.

Sh*t.

We, uh... gonna need new vests.

What happened here?

I drink a lot. Might've fallen down.

On a claw hammer, maybe.

Look like more bullet wounds.

Well, there'd be more bullets.

You get a hole in your arm,

you go to the doctor.

You wear a bulletproof vest,

maybe you don't think you're hurt.

This time, a few cracks.

Next time, the ribs break,

the pieces cut up your lungs.

Want more money?

Up north, they wear vests,

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