Close Range Page #2

but he ain't a cop killer.

And you know it. Not for no reason.

Angela... there's warrants out

for Colt's arrest.

Have been. You know that.

But just because I know him, doesn't mean

that I'm gonna stop doin' my job.

I'm the law down here. Now, where is he?

I told you. I ain't seen him.

He's in the bunkhouse!

Colt, he's in the bunkhouse.

He's the one you want. Not me.

Sh*t.

You a**hole.

Listen...

I'm gonna figure out what the hell's

really goin' on here. Somehow. All right?

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Stay back here,

keep your heads down. All right?

Yeah.

Colt, it's Jasper Calloway.

It's been a while.

Now... we know you're in there.

We just wanna talk.

Come on, Colt.

Come out with your hands up

and nobody else has to get hurt,

including you!

Colt, this is your final warning.

I'm comin' to you as a friend.

All right. Wyatt, Logan...

go in there and drag his ass out.

What his sister said was true.

He won't try and kill you.

Angela's first husband,

he used to be sheriff.

Him and Colt were close.

Cop killing ain't his thing.

Not if you ain't done dirt.

Is that why we're here, sheriff?

He's gonna kill you?

Wyatt, why don't you just do

your job, and I'll do mine?

Look, please don't hurt him!

He saved my life.

They're the one's who should

worry about getting hurt.

I got this. You cover the right.

Come on, let's go in.

Colt! Don't make me shoot!

Mom!

No! Don't shoot! Get him back... alive.

Go!

We're gonna get him!

- Where the hell is he?

- Just keep lookin'.

Over there! Don't lose him.

Now I got ya.

There you are.

What would you have done

if somebody'd taken your boy? Jasper?

I would have called the police.

Let's go.

Your phone, please.

Can't we at least cut some kind

of deal here now, Calloway?

I mean, we technically both been

working for the same spics, right?

I already made my deal, Walt.

Calloway, come on, man.

I gave you Colt. I just wanna go.

We all make deals.

Well, can you at least tell

Seor Garcia when he gets here

that I tried to help catch

the guy that 86'd his men?

Can you do that?

Will you at least do that for me?

Shut up, Walt.

Come in, boys. Did you get him yet?

We're working on it, Calloway.

We're on his ass!

What's really happening here, Jasper?

Sometimes we just get in over our heads.

We all have a part to play, Angela.

Whether we like it or not.

Sh*t.

- I'm gonna shoot his tires!

- Okay. What the hell are you waitin' for?

The tires, damn it! Not the window!

Where'd the hell he go?

So, does Walt have a house guest?

MacReady took off

toward them hills back there.

My deputies are in pursuit as we speak.

This hombre killed some

of my best soldiers, sheriff.

A few of your guys

might just not cut it.

Seor Garcia, sir,

I just want to apologize.

See, I didn't have nothin'

to do with any of this.

This's all my wife's doin'. This all

just been some big misunderstanding.

Apology accepted, Reynolds...

if you could tell me about the drive

my nephew Victor wore around his neck.

What?

Okay. You go this way.

I'm gonna go that.

Get out.

I can see why my nephew went so crazy.

Don't you touch her!

- Please don't hurt us.

- Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't make me.

Listen, listen, listen. Let's talk.

I'm sorry my nephew has taken you, okay?

I'm sorry.

It's not something I ever would've

allowed if I'd ever known.

I put Victor in charge

for a reason, though.

He's very smart most of the time.

I trusted him.

I had him keep this chain

around his neck.

You're safe now.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

The one with the flash drive?

So you have seen it.

It's... not something

that everyone wears.

Where? Do you know where it is?

It's okay.

No.

That's the gringo.

Freeze!

You ever shot anybody before?

Drop it! Drop the gun!

Cruz?

Kill him.

- Friends of yours?

- I don't got no f***in' friends!

Hey, gringo! We just want the drive!

What the hell's he talkin' about?

What is that?

I don't know.

All right, they got to high ground.

We gotta move.

Wait... what about my partner?

Your partner's dead. You stay here,

you're gonna be dead, too.

- You killed my brother.

- Yeah?

And I'm gonna kill you,

you little b*tch. Let's go!

Cruz?

I haven't been able

to raise my deputies either.

Yes, Jefe. Let's go.

This man, Colt...

you said you knew him.

Yeah. He saved my life once, years ago.

I drove my car into a pond,

he saw it, pulled me out.

You ran your car into a pond

because you'd been drinking all day.

But you said he was wanted? For what?

He was a soldier. A highly

decorated one at that, but...

he was a loose cannon.

He went crazy in Iraq,

put his superior officer

in the hospital.

They tried to jail him for it.

He's been on the run ever since.

My brother disobeyed an order that

would've disgraced him and his uniform.

Something you clearly

know nothing about.

He gave them everything.

And they just turned their back on him.

He's a gun for hire.

Armed robberies, abductions...

Sometimes gets paid

to kick people's asses.

He's a low life drifter.

Stays off the path,

impossible to track,

no real possessions, so...

nothin' he can't walk away from.

Nothing he can't walk away from?

My brother's comin' back for us.

He's gonna kill all of you.

- That's him!

- That's the gringo.

Kill him.

The girls back at the house...

they still alive?

The drive, what's on it?

Everything.

Everything:
Names, bank accounts,

stash house locations.

The drive's the only place

the information exists.

It's the only way Garcia can find them.

Wyatt, Logan, do you copy?

Wyatt, Logan, come in.

Wyatt, Logan, come in.

Still no word from my men. They're probably

out there lying dead somewhere

- because of all this.

- Soldiers die, sheriff.

They're not your soldiers.

They were cops!

And they were here because of you.

What did you think was going to happen?

I didn't have a choice.

But you had to consider the possibility.

Look, I told you, I don't wanna be

a part of this anymore.

I've done all I can here, haven't I?

The girls, you've got them.

They're not going anywhere.

Surely your "soldiers"

can take it from here.

I'd say you earned

your salary today, yes.

Yeah.

Forever.

How's your kid these days?

You don't just walk away

from a guy like me, sheriff.

We'll take care of things on our end.

You just do your part.

Figure out how to clean up

your mess like you always do.

Jefe!

Get up!

Bring her too.

Gringo! Gringo!

I know you're out there!

If you don't come out, I will kill them!

- He's gonna kill us anyway!

- Shut up!

This is your last chance!

If you don't come out,

I will kill your niece!

- Like you killed my nephew!

- No!

Okay!

Colt!

- You want the drive, right?

- You have it?

Maybe.

Where is it?

They go first!

If you do have it, we could kill you where

you stand and then rip it off your corpse!

You're not in a position to negotiate.

If... I have it.

You better be sure first.

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