Bullet Head Page #4

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[door chime dings]

I'd hide food under my bed

to save up for the weekends,

you know,

but it was June already.

Pretty soon school was done.

I busted open my piggy bank,

sold some baseball cards

I had from Christmas

and bought him some food,

but I ran out after a week.

Had to swear I wouldn't come

back to the only store in town

after I got caught

racking Alpo

to convince them

not to tell my pop.

Only one place

left to go for food.

I was having nightmares

just thinking about it.

But the look on that dog's face

after a couple days,

it was like not eating

wasn't the worst of it for him.

Like he thought

he was in trouble, you know?

Like he thought I was punishing

him for something,

and he couldn't figure out

what it was he did wrong.

Started to get this froth

around his lips.

Tail slowing down.

Two more days, and it wasn't

hardly moving at all.

It got so I couldn't

stand it anymore.

Waited till late at night.

Never been so scared

in my whole life.

Took a big old block of hamburg

from the fridge.

Buried the wrapper

with the chickens.

I can still see that dog's face

when he saw me come in with it.

Swear to God he's grinning at me

just like a little kid.

Tears running down his nose,

because he's crying

he's so happy.

Next morning I came back in

from my chores.

Chickens.

They must have dug it up.

I was praying

while I ran.

Like if I prayed hard enough,

everything was going

to be okay.

My dad...

he was waiting for me.

Worst part of it was,

dog's got that same look

he always did

when he saw me come in.

Like he's smiling at me.

Tail just wagging away

in the dust.

[dog yelps]

I was stupid.

[clears throat and sniffles]

Stupid kid.

I'm really tired.

[sobs softly]

STACY:

Yeah, well, what am I

supposed to do,

drag that f***ing safe

out of here on foot?

All right. Whatever.

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks for f***ing nothing.

Still too much heat.

Said maybe tomorrow.

Miss January.

Hmm.

Stole her out of my neighbor's

mailbox last week.

[hinges creak]

Those purses

in the other room.

I know, missing

a couple zeroes.

STACY:

Somebody's coming back for this.

It's a lot more

than we got in that safe.

Not too much

to carry out.

I'll pack.

I'll get the kid.

[clears throat]

F***.

Might be your lucky day...

Kid.

Stupid kid.

History's a rock.

Can't swim

if you're holding it.

Whenever you're ready.

I'm going to meet you

out there.

Couple more jobs,

then I'm on a plane.

I won't wait.

Not even for you.

[door opens]

STACY:

I'll see you by the sea.

[door closes]

[Walker grunting]

Hey. Hey.

It's okay.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

[groans]

Show me.

I'm all right. It's--

F***ing show me, Walker.

F***. I'm okay.

Here, look.

You f***ing

kidding me, man?

What?

I seen a guy in the joint

take a boot party

from the screws,

he looked just like that.

Went to sleep,

he never woke up.

F*** that. I just need

to sit for a minute, man.

What the f*** are you doing?

I'm calling an ambulance.

Hey.

What the f***, man?

Solo, you get

out of here easy.

Just go.

Van.

Downstairs.

You heard the kid.

I'll go down there,

take the key off the dead guy,

I'll come back,

I'll scoop you.

Walk through that door,

that f***ing dog's

going to eat you alive.

What am I going to do,

sit here and watch you bleed out

into your own gut?

No. I want you to go down

the f***ing fire escape,

and walk away.

Listen, man,

people don't recover

from what you got

without a f***ing doctor.

Get yourself a ticket.

Shut up.

Get on a f***ing plane...

Shut the f*** up.

...and fly to the f***ing beach.

What makes you think

I didn't try?

Man, when I walk

past a place,

I clock the traffic

three blocks around.

How far to the street,

how long to the nearest

precinct.

Whether the roof's

softer than the walls,

or if can cut in

through the joint next door.

I see if the floors

can support a strongbox,

whether I should

load in a drill,

or if there's a pick-point

strong enough

so I can drop the unit

into a car downstairs.

Been the same way

since I was

popping spoilers

off of Supras,

doing housebreaks

through doggy doors.

I packed my f***ing bags, man.

I even bought

one of those stupid things

you put on your nose

to keep the sun off.

But all I could think about

when it was time to go was...

how long before I blew it

all to hell.

So I went ahead

and pulled the pin.

Because why the f*** should

I postpone the inevitable?

She's gone, Walker.

Five years f***ing gone.

And she said

she wouldn't wait.

All the books you read,

the great romances,

like runaway trains

that roll over anything

that gets in the way.

Didn't you ever think they might

not just be a fantasy?

You know, that you might

be getting in the way

of something

that was meant to be,

and you're just scared

so stupid

you're laying on the tracks

instead of getting onboard?

You know,

but every once in a while

even a degenerate gambler

can tell a guy

when it's time to cash out.

She said...

said she was going to get

a puppy when it came time

Told me I could pick it out

if I was ready to join her.

You said you couldn't leave,

she said she wouldn't wait.

But the way you two of you

looked at each other...

I think you might both

be liars.

We're getting the f***

out of here.

Both of us.

If you say so.

It's your show.

[chain rattling]

[dog panting]

Up.

Sit.

[door closes]

Oh, f***.

Oh, Christ.

Jesus.

Jesus.

[growls]

Easy.

Easy, boy.

Easy.

Easy.

[growling]

Easy.

[barks]

Sh*t.

[loud crash]

F***.

[breathing heavily]

You got to be

f***ing kidding me.

[distant bark]

Oh, sh*t.

[sniffing]

[growls]

[barks]

[glass shatters]

Aah!

[barking]

[panting]

[footsteps]

[dog sniffing]

[sniffing continuous]

[footsteps galloping]

[loud crash]

[growling]

[loud crash]

F***.

[growling]

[groans softly]

[growling]

[dog whines]

[whimpering]

[dog whining continuous]

F***.

Easy, now. Easy, boy.

Easy. Good.

[loud crash]

We cool?

Walk?

Guess you really are

a dog person.

[laughs]

Let's get you up.

Come on.

Here, sit down.

Sit down.

Sit down, all right?

[groans]

Day we're having,

that'll be the wrong key.

[keys rattle]

STACY:

Come on, goddamn it.

All right. What's behind

door number two?

[door rumbles open]

Cops?

Bird's gone.

You sure you don't want

to stick around?

Yeah.

Right, let's do it.

[grunts]

Oh, boy.

You know, I'm thinking

maybe I'll retire.

Guy once told me there are only

three types of last score.

I've been wrong.

Okay.

Come on.

That ain't our ride.

Walker!

Walker.

Go!

Walker.

F***. Come on.

Come on.

Walker. Walker.

F***.

[gunshots]

F***!

[machine-gun fire]

[Stacy gasps]

Oh, f***.

[inhales and exhales]

My mother had a garden.

It wasn't much more

than a sandbox, really.

But it was hers.

Bluebells growing there.

Beautiful.

Our neighbor had a dog.

Spanish mastiff.

Big bastard.

Did whatever the hell

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