Cold Comes the Night Page #3

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You were gonna let me use

the washing machine.

I know, baby.

We'll do it next week, okay?

Mommy's got something really

important to do today. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Now, tell Denise I'm putting

your food in the back, okay?

The man in the pictures,

he is girl's father?

Since when have you been looking

at my pictures?

So he left you?

No, he did not leave me.

He was fixing a flat by the side of the

road and a truck hit him and didn't stop.

He was a good man.

I showed up with nothing.

Except the baby in your belly.

What about you, anyway?

You walk alone or something?

It's no big deal your partner got shot?

He was an idiot.

My sister's kid.

Jesus.

Good help is hard to find.

There he is.

And?

He's got a TV, a big flat one.

Give me your phone.

It's a burner, isn't it?

Guy like you doesn't get a bill with

his name on it. Give me your phone.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go.

Come on. Get the f*** out of here.

I knew it.

What?

What did he do? What did you say?

I said "I know you have the money."

He's turning. He's turning.

All right, are there

cars between you and him?

Uh, yeah. Two.

Okay, slow down.

Keep your distance.

But try not to make it look like

you are keeping your distance.

Well, what does that mean?

Don't look so nervous.

How do you know I look nervous?

Because I can hear it.

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Aah.

Sh*t.

What is it?

Sh*t.

Aah.

What are you doing?

He's pulling a U-turn.

Did he see you?

I don't know.

Find place to turn around.

Get back on main street.

We will catch up to him.

It's him. What do I do?

Turn off your engine.

Turn off your engine.

Step out of the

goddamn vehicle, Chlo.

You let him come to us.

I will take care of it.

Step out of the goddamn car, Chlo.

I'm not gonna say it again.

Do not leave the car.

Stay in the goddamn car.

All right, stop right there.

Turn around, Chlo.

Turn the f*** around.

Good. Now, put your

hands on your head.

Now, back up slow.

Keep coming.

Keep coming. Come on.

Come on. Keep coming.

Now, get on your knees.

Drop to your f***ing knees, Chloe!

Billy.

Shut the f*** up.

Shut the f*** up.

What the f*** do you think you're doing

following me, Chlo, huh? Spread them.

What are you doing?

Shut the f*** up and spread your legs.

F***.

Guess what.

You're gonna tell me what's

going on, understand?

You're gonna tell me, or you'll make me

choke it out of you, you understand?

Huh? You f***ing me?

You f***ing...

You think you're f***ing

shaking me down?

After every f***ing thing

I did for you, Chlo. Huh?

- After every f***...

- That is enough.

Okay. Okay.

Easy. Easy, now.

- Hey, easy, easy. Take it easy, man.

- Give me that.

Easy. It's okay. I mean, who the f***

do we have here now, huh, Chlo?

Shut up. Put these on.

Mind telling me what

is going on here, Chlo? Huh?

I was trying to tell you, Billy.

He made me follow you.

He said that he would kill Sophia.

You gotta do what he says, Billy.

The guy is crazy.

- Okay, pal, look, we can just talk, okay?

- Shut f*** up.

Huh? Can I do

something for you?

Hmm?

Get up. Time we take drive, yes?

You are so f***ed.

So, Mr. Billy,

I give you one last time.

Where is the money?

I have no idea

what you are talking about.

Hm. How much

was the television set?

"The television set"?

It was a nickel, pal. Okay?

About as much as it costs

to go to the movies. Heh.

You make joke...

because you are nervous.

And you should be.

A dumb cop like you.

You like to take it out and

feel it, so you keep it close.

Huh?

Like in your bedroom?

Or maybe under your bed.

Am I close?

We go to his house.

- It's not gonna make any difference.

- Shut up.

This is it.

Is anyone inside?

F*** you, old man.

He has a wife.

Is your wife home?

How am I supposed to know

what she does all day?

Let us find out.

You. Go. If you want your friend

to live, you bring money back.

What the f*** are you

doing in my house? Huh?

F***ing lost or something, honey?

Who the f*** do you think you are?

Get out of f***ing car.

Billy give you keys

to our f***ing house?

So he can f*** you on our bed?

What...? What the f***

did you do, Chlo?

Did you find the money?

I have it.

You f***ing b*tch!

What is it?

Why are we stopping?

Come on!

We need to go back to motel.

Policeman should have told

us she was inside.

You didn't have to kill her.

She was out of control.

Now, we need to get back

to motel to count it.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, 10,

11,12,13,14,15,16, 17, 18, 19, 20 bundles

including the one you're holding.

All hundreds. Not enough

for what just happened.

You take the cop's gun and you put

it where no one will ever find it.

Take it.

There's a car in the driveway.

Hey. What are you doing in my place?

Did you find it?

Yeah. Wasn't where you said

but we got it.

What's going on? What are you doing?

What does who do?

Hey. What, you deaf now too?

Half of that is mine.

Get your f***ing hands off me.

Get your hands off.

- We're just working here.

- Topo!

- Get the f*** out of my way!

- Let's go.

Topo.

Topo!

Okay, so I say,

tomorrow, why don't you come

back over and sleep over, okay?

Mommy.

Call the police.

- Come with me.

- Mommy.

- What's the matter with Mommy?

- She's fine.

Cops.

Just keep driving.

Heh. Dumb-asses.

How much was in jar?

Twenty-three hundred.

A little more, I think.

You think?

Twenty-three and change.

Why?

How much was off the package?

Two thousand exactly.

That's good.

You want me to count it again?

Not necessary.

The money has

already been counted.

That's a crazy-ass b*tch

back there, huh?

Keep your mouth shut.

And slow down.

You are speeding.

Just going back.

You say the assailant forced you

into Officer Banks' home

to retrieve a package from Banks?

That's right.

Okay, and upon entering

Officer Banks' residence,

you were attacked by Banks' wife?

That's correct.

At which point, the assailant

fired one shot and killed her.

Yes.

So in your opinion, was Officer

Banks known to your assailant?

Excuse me?

You think they knew each other?

How would they know each other?

Did Officer Banks say that?

Unfortunately we haven't been able

to locate Officer Banks.

We found the wife and the radiator

where you said he was handcuffed,

but by the time we

reached the crime scene,

he was gone.

Any thoughts, any ideas

where he might be?

No, I... No, I don't know

where Officer Banks could be.

Think there's a chance

he might show up here?

Here?

Why?

He apparently fled the scene

of his own wife's homicide,

he hasn't resurfaced

to make a report.

We honestly don't know what's

going through his mind right now.

Listen, just to be safe,

we'll post a cruiser out front of your

apartment all night long, all right?

Donnie?

Black Cadillac. Quebec plates.

How many are there?

Windows are tinted.

Maybe two.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah. There's two. I'm sure.

It looks like they want you

to come over to them.

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