Dead Bang Page #3

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That's all?

No.

That's not all.

No. I wanted something else.

At least, I thought I did.

I wanted you to find the man

who killed Gary.

That's my job.

Find him and kill him.

- That's not my job.

- He deserves to die.

He may.

Not the way you got in mind.

See you around.

Merry Christmas to you too.

The f***ing door was locked.

That's against the law...

...to keep an exit door locked

during business hours.

Right?

- Ain't that right?

- You're right, Ray.

I'm right.

Sleepy, why don't we get everybody...

...and get them down on the floor?

Down.

Move it.

Raymond! Cash register.

The f***ing thing won't open.

How does the cash register open?

It sticks.

It sticks, Raymond.

You gotta hit it on the side.

Bingo.

This a**hole's got pesos.

What the f*** are we gonna do

with pesos?

Jerry, 41.

Yeah, Beck here.

Walker Hillard here. Chief of police

in Cottonwood, Arizona.

We got this little Mexican bar

right outside of...

Hey, come on, come on, come on,

now down.

No, I'm talking to the dog.

Look, we got this little Mexican bar

right outside of town.

It got robbed last night.

After they robbed it, they laid everybody

on the floor and they shot them all.

Now, I saw your teletype...

...I wondered if it could have anything

to do with that.

Sit tight, chief. I'll be right out.

Beck, this could be your lucky day.

I got a report from one of my boys.

He spotted a maroon Ford wagon...

...heading out to the Steadman

ranch this morning.

- You're kidding.

- I figure it's won'th a shot. Go on.

Lombard, tow this thing out of here.

Chief, that's my car.

You know, if this turns out

to be the right station wagon...

...Iooks like we could be overmatched.

How's that?

Well, we've got a few handguns

and maybe a shotgun or two.

It says here on your deputy's report

the bad guys used automatics.

Maybe a MAC-10 or two.

That's what I call overmatched.

Did you read this?

Let me give you a piece of advice here,

Beck.

You're a city cop.

If I was in the city, I'd listen to you.

This ain't the big city,

this is Cottonwood.

Population 2231,

and I am the chief of police.

This is my town, my territory.

To make it real simple,

nobody's gonna f*** with me here.

Dorothy,

we're arriving at the Steadman place.

Have Bonnie send over

a couple of steak sandwiches...

...from the office about 12:30.

Thank you. What?

Fries or baked?

- What? Oh, fries.

- Fries. Fries.

Thanks, hon. Fries.

You don't need the gun.

Just tell them who you are.

- F*** you, Beck.

- F*** you too, chief.

And your goddamned french fries.

Jackson. Get my hat.

Never mind the hat. Get up here.

Get up here.

Go to the highway

and flag down a car.

It could be hours before it dawns

on Dorothy that something's wrong.

Sir,

I got two years seniority on Randall...

Because I'm sending you,

now get the f*** out of here.

Gentlemen, who's Beck?

- I'm Beck.

- Arthur Kressler, FBI.

I got your message about the break

in the Kimble case and I flew right out.

They said you were out of radio contact.

What happened here?

Now, here's another one.

Listen to this.

"This is a time

to put our differences aside...

...and concentrate on what we share.

Our common vision of a new America,

purged of..."

Sounds like typical

white-supremacy rhetoric to me.

Yeah?

You mean they just sit around

and write this sh*t all the time?

Half of them are in prison anyway.

I suppose it helps them

pass the time of day.

Is that tape on your glasses?

Yeah. I lost one of those little screws.

Fell out.

You know,

what struck me is they keep talking...

...about this big meeting

that they're gonna have...

...where they unite

and create one organization...

...one power structure.

They...

They get real carried away, man.

Like they're the f***ing

Knights of the Round Table...

...Iooking for King Arthur.

God almighty.

Look, Beck,

I understand what you're saying.

All I'm trying to do is tell you

what the bureau's position is.

That these groups

have no unity or central authority.

They're fragmented,

territorial and isolated.

Come on. I'll give you a lift back

in the chopper.

I wanna get out an APB as soon

as possible on that station wagon.

Excuse me.

You don't wanna take

any of these letters?

Of course I'll take them, but I doubt

they're gonna carry much weight.

I called the captain 's office.

The secretary said that she's sure

the money went out yesterday.

Yes, they're double-checking.

Meanwhile, I'm in Oklahoma City.

It is 36 f***ing degrees here

and I am freezing my ass off.

Reimburse what, Henry?

Do you have any idea what

a goddamn divorce costs these days?

Do you have an idea

what these lawyers cost?

My credit cards are maxed out.

I can't reimburse sh*t.

Yes, all right. All right.

I'm on my way to Bogan now.

Yeah, it's like I told you,

I'd pick you up at the dance.

No. No, that's what I said.

No, until the divorce goes through,

that's the way it's gotta be.

Look, I got some business

I gotta take care of.

I'll see you later. Okay?

Cute sign, chief.

Yeah.

F***ing ACLU,

the commie Jew bastards...

...made us take it down.

Used to be out front.

Don't make no difference.

Ain't no n*gger gonna stay in this town

after sundown.

Oh, by the way, I briefed my boys.

No sign of a maroon Ford wagon

so far.

Are you cold?

Does it show?

Yeah, blue lips will give you away

every time.

You California boys got it too easy.

All that sunshine and p*ssy

thins the blood.

Yeah, that's us.

Land of milk and honey.

Morning briefings on the beach.

And every once in a while,

some a**hole kills a cop...

...and everybody gets pissed off.

No more beach, no more sunshine

and p*ssy until the guy's caught.

Yeah, we draw straws

out of our banana daiquiris.

Which is why I'm here, chief.

Short straw.

You know a man named Gebhardt?

- Why?

- Well, I'd like to pay him a visit.

I have reason to believe that

Bobby Burns might contact him.

Well,

I think you got your names mixed up.

I don't think so, chief.

I got his name and phone number

out of Bobby's phone book.

Maybe they have something else

in common.

Maybe they like to hunt ducks.

Oh, I think they've got a little

more in common than ducks.

Such as?

Such as white supremacy.

It's probably an alien concept

around here...

...but there are actually groups of people

who hate anyone that isn't like them.

Gebhardt's place is about

a half an hour's drive from here.

I got some business to take care of.

I'll call you later this afternoon.

I got the address

and I got a car, chief.

I won't wait long.

Without me or a search warrant...

...you won't set foot

on Gebhardt's property.

You got a search warrant?

Chief, there's a guy out there

from the FBI.

FBI? Sh*t. Well, bring him on in.

Arthur Kressler, special agent

assigned to the Kimble murder.

I got word on your lead

and I flew right out.

How's it going?

Well, to tell you the truth,

a little slow.

It's not the chief's fault.

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