By the Gun Page #5

Went down 25,000.

So I tried to be scarce.

Fall off the radar a minute.

I tried to avoid these pricks.

Honest to God, I did. I did.

But they kept

calling

and harassing

and calling

and harassing my friend,

until eventually he caved in.

He coughs up my phone number.

So, yesterday I'm sitting at the house,

I'm waiting for this broad to call me up,

and I see

a number I don't know.

I think it must be her.

And I pick up the phone.

You know whose voice

I hear on the other line?

My handsome friend,

right here.

I mean,

what are the f***ing chances?

It was f***ing unbelievable.

I couldn't believe it. I mean...

We just saw this prick

a few weeks ago.

F***ed me all up.

Of course, right away,

he starts with the tough talk.

The beatings and the body bags and the...

Real f***ing wise prick.

I mean, this is one

disrespectful f***!

I gave him a bullshit story.

I told him

I have half his money.

"I got half of

your money, Tony.

"I got half."

Comes into my neighborhood.

And once he got

out of his car,

I f***ing tased him.

Threw him in

the back of my car.

Well, I think you can deduce the

rest of the story from there.

You set him up?

What are you? F***ing stupid?

You're gonna get us both killed.

You got to let him go.

I don't got to do sh*t!

George.

I didn't even

know it was his book

until I heard his f***ing

retarded voice on my phone.

I do know one thing, though.

See, to me, you know what this seems like?

It seems like fate.

I mean, Nick,

I think they call it kismet.

F***ing stop, George!

Oh, sh*t!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Jerry!

Jerry. What's up, huh?

You don't return

our f***ing calls?

You can't leave a voicemail?

Cut the sh*t, man.

Tony's missing.

Yeah, he don't return our

calls either. That's not like him.

Something's up.

You know where he is?

What do I look like,

the f***ing lost and found?

Hey, you don't want me to tell you

what you look like. All right?

You better not know

where my f***ing boss is.

I know what I'd like to do to your boss.

But we got money on him.

Whoa. Wait a minute. We?

What do you mean, "we"?

All I see is one guy standing

in a f***ing empty loading dock.

There ain't no more "we."

Okay? It's us.

All right? From here on out.

Don't think I don't know what

the f***'s going on around here.

Hey. You know why they call me

"daylight," right? Hmm?

You wanna find out?

Hey, get out of here,

you f***ing project trash.

F*** you!

Uh...

I didn't mean for this to happen.

I'm sorry. All right?

You got to believe me.

I'm sorry.

They're f***ing

with Sal's business.

You got no idea

what you're into.

You're in so far

over your head.

Hey, hey, hey.

That mark, got you made,

he was on the up.

He was just in our way.

You clueless... F***!

You don't talk to me

like that. All right?

I'm a f***ing made guy.

You might be protected,

but Sal made me, all right?

So shut your f***ing mouth.

Mr. Made Guy.

You got no idea the wrath

Sal's gonna bring down.

F*** this greaseball, Nick.

F*** this greaseball f***.

Untie him, George.

We're letting him go.

What?

I said untie

the motherf***er, now.

I ain't f***ing untying him.

What's done is done.

What do you think is going to happen

when Sal sees him like this anyways?

Let him go, George.

Can't send him

back to Sal like that.

Look at him.

- Hey, listen.

- F***.

You're gonna die out here,

you f***.

George.

You're gonna die ugly.

You're gonna die, you f***.

You hear me?

You're gonna f***ing die.

George!

George!

I said let him go now!

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- That's how it's gonna be?

- That's how it's gonna be.

That's right, Nick. Shoot him.

Shut up!

Kill him, Nick. Shoot him.

Go ahead, shoot me.

Kill him.

Go on. Shoot him, Nick.

Let me tell you

something, Tony.

Nick here, he ain't a shooter.

It ain't in his DNA.

Don't you f***ing

test me, George.

Yeah, Sal was gonna kill

this f*** no matter what.

Huh?

Save yourself, Nick.

Shoot him.

Shoot him. Come on, kill him.

Go ahead, shoot me, Nick.

Hey, did you tell Tony

about you and his daughter?

- George. Shut your mouth.

- Oh!

- George.

- Oh, you didn't know?

Shut your f***ing mouth.

Oh, he didn't know.

- This is beautiful. It's f***ing beautiful.

- Shut up.

- Yeah. Hey, Tony.

- Shut up.

- Guess who's f***ing your daughter?

- F*** you, George.

Yeah?

Yeah.

That apology,

- it went real well.

- Kill him.

She accepted it,

I think. Yeah.

- Shoot him.

- Shut up!

Do it!

- He's f***ing piping her.

- I swear to God, George!

- F***ing do him. Shoot. Dead already.

- Shut up!

- Shut up!

- Kill him!

- Why don't you tell Mr. Matazano...

- Kill him.

- ...how you got made?

- Nick.

Why don't you tell him

how you got made?

You know how he got made?

Who do you think made that hit for him?

- George.

- Who did it for him?

I f***ing did

that hit for him.

He was too afraid to pull the trigger.

It's not in him.

I f***ing made you!

I made you!

Shoot him, Nick.

Kill him, Nick. Do it.

You don't have

it in your heart.

Shoot him.

Kill him. Shoot him!

You know what?

Maybe we should untie him.

- Nick. Nick.

- Maybe we should untie him.

'Cause I want Sal and

everybody else to know...

- What?

- ...exactly who you are.

- Nicky.

- What?

Look, my daughter...

I could give a f***, man. Okay?

Your secret, don't worry.

- Your secret's safe with me.

- You ain't a shooter.

- Your secret's safe with me.

- Shut your mouth.

- Shoot him.

- You don't have the f***ing heart to do it.

- Shoot me! Go ahead.

- Nick, shoot him.

Come on, please.

You ain't a shooter.

- Shoot him. Nick.

- You're not a shooter.

Do it! Yeah, shoot him.

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Shoot him. Shoot him.

That's the f***ing spirit!

I knew you had it in you.

I knew you had it in you.

How's that feel?

Where are you going?

Hey, where are you going?

This is your mess to clean up.

I brought

the f***ing contracting bags.

It was that kid from Dorchester.

Nick's boy. Georgie Mullins.

You sure that's the guy

that owed Tony the 25?

Yeah. We finally found that agent.

The one that's running the books.

He said it was Mullins.

Tony went to go talk to him,

and that's the last time I heard from him.

I mean, add it up.

Nick don't answer.

Look, we've been looking

for Tony everywhere.

I know those two motherfuckers

know something.

I'll look into it.

Look, Sal.

We've been good to you. You know?

I'll decide whether

you've been good to me.

I told you I'll look into it.

- Tried his cell.

- Let's go find this prick.

Tried his cell phone, house phone.

Even called his father.

Yeah?

Nicky, where the f***

have you been?

I've been...

I've been busy.

Where are you right now?

What?

Sal's looking for you, Nicky.

We need to see you now.

Tony's missing

and they got wind

that crazy mick of yours was

the last one that seen him.

They've gone over to your folks' house,

looking for you.

Nicky,

do the right thing here.

Nick here?

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