Dead Draw Page #4

is going on here, alright.

We'll track down

these motherfuckers.

But we do it our way.

- Are you f***ing

kidding me, man?

They ain't gonna let us go.

They got us right up

against the ropes right now.

And they're gonna keep

on coming until we drop.

- Why are you in such a

rush to give away our take?

- To keep him alive.

- Oh, go on.

Say it, Mack.

Go on, say it.

Say it right now.

- Say what?

- Say it come on ask

your brother, Dallas.

Ask him.

- Say what?

What the f*** are

you talking about?

- Ask him.

- Harrison thinks I'm the rat.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

What happened to Miss Parker?

- This has nothing

to do with her.

- Are you kidding me man

this was all her idea.

She set this whole thing up

the hangar, coming

here to catch a plane

the way out it was all her idea.

- She wouldn't kill anyone.

- How do you know that?

All I see is the four

of us hung out to dry.

If there's a rat,

it's that b*tch.

- That's enough, Dallas.

You back the f*** off.

- Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t, bro.

He's f***ing her.

- What?

- Is that true?

- That's great.

That's f***ing great.

She used you.

She used you to set us up.

Is she out there, Harrison?

Did she shoot Jones?

Is she letting you stir

this pot to a boil?

- I am not the one

who wants to give our

money away, remember.

It's him.

- Oh, yeah?

- It's him.

- Yeah.

- Stay cool stay cool.

- Talk to me

baby you're scaring me.

- Why won't you tell

me what's going on?

- I don't know what

you're talking about.

- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.

You know what I'm not

gonna do this with you.

I am not gonna stand

here and watch you.

- I found this in your pocket.

- So?

- So, is there something

you wanna tell me?

- It's a phone number, D.

- Whose phone number?

- A friend of Annie's.

We were out my phone

died she wrote it down.

- Annie did?

- Her friend did.

- It was a she?

- Alright, Dallas I'm not

gonna do this with you.

- Tell me what's

going on, goddamn it.

Don't you f***ing lie to me.

- I just did.

- Yeah, well, who

is this person?

- Who are you talking about?

- The friend of Annie's, Gracie.

- Dallas, I don't...

- 'Cause, you know what

when I called he didn't

really wanna talk to me.

Look at me.

- I told you, D.

It was just some guy.

He was hitting on me at the bar.

- Some guy.

- It's not a big deal.

- Some f***ing guy.

- Yeah, I just put his number...

- And you kept his number?

- So.

- Did you call him?

- What do you want

me to say to you?

- Did you call him?

- D, please.

- Where's your phone at?

- I'm sorry.

- Where's your f***ing phone at?

- It's not a big deal.

- Jesus Christ how long

has this been going on?

How long?

- Give me my phone back.

Dallas, wait.

- You okay?

- Yeah, what the

f*** is going on?

- I can't take this sh*t.

- We got a call.

The guns outside

want another duffel.

- They let you in here, huh?

For how much?

- Two bills.

- You're not exactly

the influence

I had in mind for my rehab.

Not that I give a sh*t.

They don't let you have

this sh*t overseas.

Not where I was.

- I got your message.

- I didn't think you'd come.

- So your stint in the

military didn't work out then?

- What does it look like?

I want back in.

- Dallas has got a fight

Saturday night a big one.

Could be the break

we're waiting for.

He's always looked at you

like a brother you know that.

Why don't you come?

- Yeah.

- Saturday night I'll

pick you up at five.

- Does this mean you

got a spot for me?

- There's always a spot for you.

- Hey.

- Keep it.

- No, man, I'm trying

a new leaf I gotta.

- Come on Jonesy

that ain't gonna kill ya.

- I don't know

what they're doing.

I don't know it's a

f***ing sh*t show.

- I used to be

great at ping pong.

I ever tell you that?

- What?

- My older stepbrother

should've been Asian, man.

He used to win

every f***ing game.

Except one night I had him.

I was up seven points.

It was game point,

and then he pulled some

ninja sh*t and won.

I was so f***ing pissed off

I punched a hole through

the wall with my paddle.

My stepmom didn't let

me play for a month.

Wanted me to learn perspective.

- That's f***ing great, Jones.

- Perspective.

So he calls the cops.

Then what?

The cartel isn't

gonna tell anyone

their drug money's gone missing.

Sh*t.

No one's ever gonna know we

were in that f***ing bank, man.

But Bartlett's body

that's the f***ing thing

that ties us to a crime.

The bag is filled with

how much weight you think?

- A buck, buck fifty, maybe.

- Think we could fit 200?

- I'm not following.

- Well, you used to box it,

light heavyweight, right?

- Right.

- So that would make

our pilot a heavyweight.

- You gotta be

f***ing kidding me.

- We f***ing send

them a bag of bones.

We tell them if

they want the money,

they gotta come in and get it.

Anyone got a hacksaw?

Give me your gun.

- It's not loaded.

- I don't give a f***.

- Neither do I.

- Look, man a mugging

cops don't give a

piss about a mugging.

Alright beat him so

bad he can't walk.

He can't talk.

We put a cap in him this

whole thing blows up.

Alright not just the job.

You, me, your brother.

Everything.

Southpaw.

Don't knock his

head off you got me?

- I thought it'd

pay off, Jonesy.

Thought I'd be able to pay

her back for everything.

- Nah, brother.

This has nothing to do with

what happened in the ring.

Alright, the b*tch

is cheating on you.

- Are you sure?

- She's a whore.

That's what whores do.

I don't care

I will kill

I will kill you too

- Hey, just make sure

he's still breathing.

- You stay in the car.

- F***.

Can't you tell you'll

end up on the floor

You'll end up on the floor

You'll end up on the floor

- What are you doing with her?

- Excuse me.

- Gracie.

The girl in the bar.

- Do I know you?

- Not yet.

- Hey, man she didn't tell

me she had a boyfriend.

I told you she

didn't say anything.

- She's wearing a

ring, motherf***er.

- I didn't know.

- Here's what's

gonna happen next.

You're not gonna call.

You're not gonna text.

You're gonna disappear

you got that?

- Feel better now?

- I told you to stay in the car.

- Hey, better to know

now though right?

- What'd you say?

- I mean I'd wanna know.

If I were you,

I'd wanna know

all about my girl.

- What?

You f***ing her?

- I didn't say that.

- Alright that's enough.

That's enough.

That's enough, Dallas, come on.

Let's go.

Let it go, bro.

- You are playing with fire.

I warned you about this.

The rat's on your end.

Find him then we'll talk.

- What the f*** is this?

- It's the new plan.

- Says who?

- We don't need your permission.

- He wants another

duffel dropped here on site

at this small building.

- We're gonna send him

a bag of f***ing bones.

Send him a message and we

get rid of the f***ing body.

- That's it?

That's your f***ing

plan that's beautiful.

You guys are playing cowboys

so you don't have to look at

the sh*t staring you

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