Carter & June Page #7

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I'm gonna stop paying

you to move my sh*t

through your pores.

And you are personally

going to see to it

that all my permits go through.

It is either that or

these photos go wide.

F*** you very much.

You don't have the photos.

Oh it's classic power

play, my dear Pepper.

Don't call me that.

I have proprietary value,

it'll be as worth as the photos.

You, my dear sweet girl.

Get in the car, b*tch.

Gill.

Where the f*** are you?

I know Spencer Rabbit's

involved, you moron.

(car starting)

Get whatever you need but I

need you to do this cleanly.

This cannot be connected to me.

Shoot!

Okay.

Lord, give me a sign.

What should I do?

F***!

Oh!

Mysterious ways!

Commissioner, we're here.

Remember, bonds are important.

But the most important

thing are the photos.

You do what you have to do

but we can't have witnesses.

Once you know the photos are

on site, eliminate everyone.

(sighing)

June?

June?!

June!

They're gone!

Gone!

Spencer took them.

He left a note.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

Spencer Rabbit,

how may I help you?

Spencer, it's Carter.

Oh good evening, Carter.

I'll cut to the chase.

I assume you have the photos.

What photos?

I am not in the mood.

Good.

I give you June, you

give me the photos.

Do we have a deal?

Listen, I want the cop

and the douchebag too.

I'm sorry, is this the

saint Carter Jennings?

He's an honest cop, Spencer.

I got him into it.

Eh.

Hey look, just promise

me you won't kill him

until I get there, yeah?

Okay, I tell you what.

I promise you I

won't kill the cop.

F***!

(laughing)

Every f***ing time.

Jesus f***.

(tense music)

Pepper, Pepper, Pepper.

I always thought

you were too smart

to be a stripper, but

apparently you are too dumb

to be anything else.

This is all your

fault, you realize.

Excuse me, Mr. Rabbit.

To finish what I was

saying, the Lord's...

I hear those words

come out of your mouth

one more time, I'm gonna

bash your f***ing skull in.

Whoah, whoah, whoah.

Take it.

Okay.

You need a gun.

Thank you, thanks Darla.

I just, I'm not

really a gun guy.

Fine.

(snorting)

So you think that just by

giving Spencer the envelope

and hoping that he gives

us our people back,

that is our best option?

I do, yeah.

Spencer's a businessman.

I know the Lord packs

a lot of firepower

but you and me going

in there with nothing

but a gun and my

smile, it's suicide.

Would you die to save June?

Well if I don't have to, why...

Would you die to save June?!

Yes, yes, yes, I would!

Absolutely!

If I had to, yes!

Fine.

We'll try it your way.

But if he doesn't give us what

he swore by God to give us,

we're gonna take him back.

Darla would you point the

gun someplace else, please?

(exhaling)

Spencer, we go

way too far back.

My credit with you is good.

Oh my sweet girl, how do

I make you understand this?

You know in the movies

when some a**hole

starts talking about

the first time they kill

someone and how it felt so wrong

and you never forget

your first kill

and all that sort of bullshit?

It's not the case with me.

The only thing I remember

from my first time

is I got paid 500

dollars to do it

and I got pissed off 'cause

the motherf***er bled

all over my Levi's jacket

and I had to throw it out.

Pappy Melbourn used

to send me out,

it's long before your time.

He used to just

write down a name,

hand the money to

one of the other boys

and say into the thin air,

send the f*ggot with the knife.

If he didn't want

somebody dead he'd say

send the f*ggot with a hammer.

I'd be standing right there,

he never once spoke

directly to me.

Apparently I made

him uncomfortable.

But he sure as f***

appreciated my work ethic.

So yes, Pepper, we have

known each other a long time

and the truth is I do like you.

So please hear me.

And it's gonna

sound like a cliche

but remember cliches

exist for a reason.

It's not personal.

It is just business.

Business?

You can't do this!

I am a police officer!

(bashing)

Now, Mr. Rabbit.

You're a businessman.

And as a businessman

I am telling you

this is a great

opportunity for you

to make some real money

and find forgiveness.

I'm telling you,

it's a cool church.

The Lord forgives,

Brother Spencer.

Even someone like

you might find...

(bashing)

(screaming)

Well now, I did warn him.

Oh sh*t, that's

not gonna come out.

Darla, stay with me.

It's gonna be fine,

Jason is okay.

(gun firing)

Goddamnit!

Oh sh*t, I just

bought this suit.

[Gill] Hello, Nancy.

Is that supposed to

be some type of slur?

The Commissioner

needs his files tonight.

(coughing)

And I looked, and

behold was a pale horse.

And his name as sought

on him was Death.

And hell followed with him.

And the power that was

given unto them was to kill

with the sword.

What are you doing?

He asked for my help

retrieving his property

and then he sends his

goons to shake me down.

I'm getting so

sick of this sh*t.

Shut your goddamn

mouth, f*ggot!

(gun firing)

I do not like that word!

(guns firing and

bullets ricocheting)

Take that!

(screaming)

(gun firing)

Don't do this.

I'm sorry, Jason.

Oh shh.

I'm gonna start

that church, okay?

You're a good

man, Jason Twitty.

I love you.

[Jason] I love you.

(sobbing)

Make a run for it, boss.

I'll cover you.

How do you even know

that thing's gonna work?

(tense music)

[Gill] Ah sh*t!

(booming)

Give me the files!

Wait, okay, okay, okay!

Give me the f***ing files!

Spencer, let's talk.

Don't f***ing f*** with me.

Freeze!

Drop the weapon, Spencer.

Drop it now!

F***!

That's evidence.

Put that in the bag.

I'm gonna do what I should

have done from the start.

You.

I am not a dirty cop!

Listen officer,

surely we can come

to some sort of agreement.

(bashing)

[Carter] Baby.

Don't, don't, don't

f***ing touch me.

Hey!

F*** you, Carter!

I'm sorry, okay?

I can't believe I

fell for it again.

Hey, what's going on?

You left me, what's going on.

What are you talking

about, I didn't leave you,

no I didn't.

I woke up and you were gone!

I went to go make

copies of the photos

so that we could

have some leverage

in case the sh*t hit the fan.

You left a note.

I left a statement.

It was a goodbye note, Carter.

It didn't say goodbye.

It said I don't deserve you.

Because I don't.

You're the best thing

that ever happened to me.

I know I f***ed up in the past.

I've been an idiot.

It'll never happen again.

You were really willing

to take a bullet for me?

I'd have taken all of them.

F***.

When this trunk opens,

you get behind me

and you stay there, okay?

I love you.

I,

I love you.

Detective Johnson?

No, it's your

guardian f***ing angel.

Get your ass out of

that trunk, come on.

Come on.

You too.

So, uh, I get a call

from Officer Twitty

saying that he want

to turn himself in

for the murder of

Caitlin Jackson

and for aiding in

a bank robbery.

I can explain that.

I thought you were gonna

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