Brick Page #6
and I bury him for real.
And he's really,
really scared.
She had a kid in her,
and he couldn't stand it!
Tug, it's all right!
Tug, stop!
Tug!
Tug.
She sprung it on me, just...
It's a hell of a thing to spring on a guy.
I don't remember much.
Laura talked me down after.
Said whatever...
She knew her,
said it wasn't true.
I think
about it being true,
about it being mine.
Maybe I did it
'cause I thought it was true.
It's a hell of a thing.
You up?
What's the status?
Everyone's just laying low.
You're here with us now,
at my folks' place.
Everyone's assuming it's war.
No one's said anything, yet.
Everyone's laying low.
War?
- You're with us.
- The hell I am.
All right, I'm with you.
So just lie low.
Sleep some more.
Laura, she said you should sleep.
- Brendan?
- Yeah.
Are you... What?
Man, have you heard about Dode?
- I was there.
- You...
Where were you yesterday?
I called.
Kasprzyk took my phone,
turned it off.
I just now got it back.
- All right, listen.
- Are you okay?
Just listen.
Is my name in the papers with the story?
No.
All right.
Is it just Dode's name in the papers?
Yeah. What do you mean?
Listen, I'm gonna be calling
you tonight, probably late.
Could you get a car if you needed to?
If it's late enough I could take my mom's.
Be ready then. I'll call.
Brendan,
did you hear about Dode?
You scheming tramp.
You set that poor kid up.
You held Dode like a card
till you could play him.
For money!
I don't know what you're talking about.
You'd bury me at the same time,
but it was mostly for the money.
You got Dode thinking Em had
his kid, thinking I did it,
and that was enough for him,
but he stuck to the money,
'cause you had your claws in him!
'Cause he couldn't come away
from the deal without it
and make you happy!
Brendan, I think you just need
to just sit down for a second.
I think you're just a mess right now.
Can you please, sweetheart,
could you go run
and get my shoes from my locker?
Still wish you knew what you wanted to know?
You know, if it's any consolation,
it probably wasn't Dode's kid.
It might have been Tug's kid.
Frankly, I wouldn't bet a horse.
It was kind of a crowded field
there at the end,
if you know what I mean.
Meanie.
- What are you doing?
- Showing your ace.
Far enough.
Everyone's paying social calls.
So what are the stats?
The stats are war.
Tug got hot. He panicked.
Tug's been after my digs from the get-go.
No, he's been anxious,
'cause he thought if you
found out he killed Emily,
you'd turn him over.
- He was right.
- Yeah, well.
I told him to get this
straight, no roughing.
I wasn't even there.
All right,
so he's a hothead.
So you don't want him on your side.
At least let's have a pow-wow
before we start digging trenches.
Maybe we can all walk away amiable enemies.
Yeah, all right.
- 4:
00.- Tomorrow?
Tonight.
Let's clear it all
before it boils up again.
Wait!
I'll drive you back.
So here's the sit.
You and The Pin are gonna pow-wow, tonight.
Bring all the muscle you want,
you won't need it.
He wants to talk straight,
and you're gonna work with him
for whatever he needs.
- 'Cause you don't want war.
- The hell I don't.
The Pin's sitting on the brick profits.
Hitting him now would be post.
Make peace,
wait for your chance.
He's right, Tug.
Smooth it out.
Besides, he's got you on the Dode thing.
War will mean you versus him
and every bull in the burgh.
Yeah, we'll talk.
- You going?
- Yeah.
Go away.
I'm sorry, Brendan.
I'm so sorry.
Don't go tonight.
I gotta make sure
everything plays out smooth.
It'll play out however it
plays, without you there.
I gotta make sure.
Why?
'Cause if there's war,
I'm in it, too.
I'm just scared.
If things go bad tonight...
Just be careful.
- Your folks left a car here?
- Yeah.
Take it and Laura's.
I'll go first in yours.
The hell you'll take mine.
The scenic route.
Draw off any tailers.
They'll think it's you, might
even radio back you're alone.
Mr. Smarts.
You got a cigarette?
- I don't smoke.
- I've seen you smoke.
I don't smoke cigarettes.
Give me 15 minutes, then go.
Write this down.
I'm gonna be out of The Pin's by 4:15.
So at exactly 4:
15, you put ananonymous call into the bulls.
You tell them there are drugs
in the trunk of the black Mustang
outside The Pin's house.
- Can you get the car?
- Yeah.
All right, after you call the cops,
go to Tug's house. 12 Elm.
Park outside and wait.
Laura's inside.
She hasn't got a car,
but if she blows on foot
or gets a pick, tail her. All right?
- All right?
- Okay.
I'll call you when it gets light.
Thanks, Brain.
Talk.
I want full assurance
that any heat from Emily
and Dode is on just you.
I don't even want my name
pulled into the shindig.
Second, you owe me six C's.
No rush.
But I want your shake that
they'll be home in not too much time.
That's square.
You did them, after all.
Lay low, it'll blow over.
Stick on this,
one of you will dish it to bury the other.
You'll both get the rap.
As for the six,
did you borrow it?
Yeah.
Then you owe it.
Shouldn't need a shake on that.
- All right to both.
- Good.
Let's seal it up and blow for keeps.
Third thing,
the last brick...
It's yours.
That's not the point.
How do I know it's not bad?
- Why would it be?
- Why was the last one?
Because someone got greedy.
Tug here's had the means to swipe half of it
and cut it bad for a long time.
Now we're splits, the loss of
my trust is retroactive.
- Did you, Tug?
- No.
- All right, let's shake and blow.
- Not good enough.
What would be good enough?
I want to see him dose it,
just to prove it.
Then we're square.
Hell for that.
I didn't touch your junk!
That's all!
- I wanna see it.
- To hell!
Your not wanting to dose, it's
proving something to me right here.
Oh, it better be.
It's telling that I ain't under
your thumb no more!
That I ain't playing lapdog
to no gothed-up cripple!
I'll dose it.
What?
If that'll shut you two apes up,
I'll take the dose.
If I don't die,
we're all right as rain.
Deal?
Fine.
Tangles.
Johnny, go with him.
Where is it?
Where's the brick? What's happening?
What did you do with it?
I didn't touch the brick.
You better give it back.
What's happening?
- Cops?
- No.
The brick...
The brick is gone.
Make peace, huh? Talk it out?
Get your boys in my den so's
you could snag it under my nose!
- No, it's not that!
- Was it bad, Tug?
Snag it so I don't know, or sell
it off to flat the war odds!
You're right!
I really did all that!
Tug, no!
Brendan!
No!
Help me!
No! No!
Brendan! Please!
Please help me.
It's the cops!
- Cops!
- Help me.
Brendan, please.
- Hey, where are you?
- Library. Where are you?
Did she blow last night?
then walked to school.
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